Chapter 4
Rylan’s skates hit the ice and he regained his balance just in time to keep from landing on his ass. Considering how it still stung from Brett’s spanking, falling would cause considerable discomfort, not to mention embarrassment from wiping out over doing such a simple maneuver. He needed to stop thinking about the way Brett’s red handprints on Rylan’s ass looked in the mirror while he was skating, or he was going to break his neck. He tried to listen to the choreographer give him directions while they began working out the routine he’d ‘skate’ with Celia in four days, but every stretch of his arms or twist of his torso made his undershirt move against his still ultra-sensitive n*****s.
Instead, he glanced at his watch and blessed his foresight for wearing looser yoga pants to
