“Sounds good, baby.”
We make it to my condo, and Scott pulls into the driveway.
“Don’t be long, okay?”
“I promise, Scott. I’ll only be a little bit; then I’ll head over.”
“Don’t forget your veggies.”
“Keep everything in your truck; I don’t want the fruits and veggies to go bad, if I’m going to be over at your place all the time.”
“I like the sound of that.” He winks, as I give him a quick kiss, then climb out of the truck.
I run inside and quickly pack a bag. I make sure to grab my scrubs in case I don’t come back for a few days, and then head on over to Scott’s.
Chapter Nine
Scott
I make it home after dropping Becca off, and head for the kitchen so I can start making a shopping list. Her idea for all of us to get together and grill tonight is the perfect plan. I get time with my girl and my friends before they leave in a couple of days.
Becca makes it back to my place a few minutes later and finds me in the kitchen.
“Hey, babe. It didn’t take you long,” I say as I bend down to kiss her.
“Nope, I needed to grab clothes for the next few days,” she replies, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Have you started a shopping list?”
“I was looking to see what I have first, and it isn’t much. What do you want tonight?”
“I’m open to anything. We can go easy, with burgers and brats, or would you prefer steaks? We could also grill veggies and baked potatoes. Kinley is bringing her famous dip.”
“I think the guys will prefer steaks, so let’s do that.”
We finish the list and take off for the store, stocking my kitchen with food not only for tonight, but for the next couple of weeks as well.
Kinley and Brian show up around five, as promised, and we gather outside to visit and grill. The weather is beautiful tonight, so it’s perfect for us being outside. After we eat and clean up, we gather around the fire pit and enjoy each other’s company.
Laughing, Kinley pipes up “Scott, do you remember that time in high school when we all wanted to ditch class and this one over here was dead set against it.” She says pointing at Becca. “She was so worried we would get caught and in trouble.”
“Oh, I remember that day.” As I reply, the memories come flooding back like it was yesterday. “But we prevailed and convinced her to come with us, even if it was the one and only time we convinced her to ditch class. And lo and behold we all got away with it.” I tease squeezing and then rubbing her knee where my hand rests. I’ll never forget that day. It was the first time I took things farther than just kissing Becca. We didn’t go all the way that night, but we at least got past just our lips locking.
“Hey, nothing wrong with me being the one with morals and not wanting to get into trouble.” Becca pipes in, trying her best to defend herself.
“It’s okay Becca, I knew how to persuade you into coming along with us.” Kinley tells her.
“Sounds like Scott’s devious ways haven’t changed then since high school.” Brian adds.
“Oh yeah, what has he been up to lately?” Becca asks.
“Well up until he became captain, he was the king of the pranks.” Brian explains.
“I don’t think that’s quite how I would describe it.” I butt in, taking a drink of my beer. “You are the king of pranks in the locker room.” I retort back pointing a finger at Brian.
“I think I have to agree with Scott on this one.” Murph interjects. “His pranks,” Murph points at me “never have been as epic as some of yours.” He finishes pointing at Brian.
“Ooh, I want to hear about these pranks!” Kinley states excitedly.
Chuckling, I think back to all the pranks that we’ve done over the years. “The rookies always get their gear messed with. Sometimes it’s moving their stuff from their locker to another place or placing tape along the blade of their skates so they faceplant as soon as they hit the ice. Brian once filled a guy’s car with condoms and lube packets.”
“That was fucking epic…and expensive!” He interjects laughing his ass off.
“Why condoms and lube?” Kinley ask, a smirk on her face.
“Because he had just turned 21, and we took him out to a strip club to celebrate. I wanted to make sure he was covered if he got lucky that night.” Brian states.
“That fucker is also known for leaving random sex toys in guys lockers and equipment bags.” Murph states pointing at Brian.
“Oh my god! That is hilarious!” Kinley squeals, leaning over to high five Brian.
“But it’s not all pranks all the time. We know when to rein it in and do something good.” I state. “We have a standing rotation of players that make monthly trips down to the children’s hospital to go see the kids. We also run a toy drive before Christmas so we can take every kid in the hospital at least one present. We also get donations from local places to provide something for the parents of the kids. From gift cards to restaurants, spas, gas stations, food delivery companies and house cleaners, we try and give back as much as possible to the community.”
Becca looks at me, with a soft smile on her face. “As fun as its to hear about the pranks, it warms my heart to know you guys give back like that. I’m sure it makes their day when you guys show up.” She squeezes my hand, and the look in her eyes at this moment is telling. I can see the love and awe she has for me after hearing this.
“Visiting the kids sure brings things into perspective.” Brian replies. “I don’t know how some of the parents handle all that they have to. I always have a blast visiting the kids, but I come away wishing I could do more for them.”
“That’s really sweet of you.” Kinley tells him, smiling at him.
“So, tell me what life is like for a professional hockey player.” Kinley asks us all.
“Incredible, life changing, but also challenging.” Murph replies.
“How so?” Becca asks.
“Ask any guy on any team and they’ll start off by telling you that it was always a lifelong dream to make it to the NHL. It takes years of dedication, practice, blood, sweat and tears to make it and it can all end at any moment. There’s always someone waiting and willing to take your roster -and paycheck- spot on the team. We have to stay dedicated to hockey year-round, stay in shape and work on our weak areas in the off season. The most challenging part is the schedule. We travel so much that it can put huge stresses on not only our bodies but our relationships with our families. The guys that are married and have kids probably feel it the most as they miss a lot of the important things at home. But it’s a sacrifice that they are willing to make for the few years they get to play professionally.” Murph states.
“I will add to that, that some of the guys let the fame go to their heads. They’re out there blowing through all their money, partying it up all the time. Then they get injured and the life they’ve been accustomed to is pulled out from underneath them and they don’t know how to handle it. We do our best to educate our new and younger guys when they join our team on how to be smart and not piss away what they are earning so they don’t end up retired and have nothing to show for it.”
“Isn’t it that way in most professional sports?” Becca asks.
“Yeah, I think it’s that way with anyone that comes into a lot of money quickly. But being an athlete comes with the fame along with groupies that chase after them. That can be hard for some guys to look past and resist the temptation.” I add.
Our conversation continues to easily flow between all of us as we relaxed around the fire pit. It’s late into the evening when we finally decide to call it a night and head to bed.
Laying here, with Becca nestled into my side, I think about how well Becca fits in with my friends. How easily she walked right back into my life and filled this one piece of my heart and soul that has felt empty all these years.
The next few nights with her at work are going to suck. I hope I can co
nvince her to move down to Indy come September. Otherwise, I’m not sure how I’m going to get through all those nights without her.
Surprisingly, the next few days sail by. Murph and Brian fly home, and Becca works her next few shifts. I managed to convince her to stay at my house while she’s working, promising her I’d leave her be so she can get the sleep she needs. But now, it’s Friday, and tonight is Becca’s first day off. She was able to get both of her requested shifts off, so we can head to my cabin for the Fourth of July holiday. Once she’s awake, we’re going to get everything packed and then we’ll head to the cabin tomorrow for the next ten days. I’m so ready to have some alone time with her, with no distractions. Me, her, and nature. Our families, as well as Kinley, are joining us for a few days around the holiday, but otherwise it will be just be the two of us.
I stayed in bed for a few hours this morning after Becca came home. I couldn’t get enough of her curled up next to me. Just being near her brings me such a feeling of calm over me. She centers me, even when I don’t realize I need centering. I finally pulled myself out of her embrace and got up to run a few errands and stopped to see my parents. When I get home, I grab a beer and head to the living room to relax and watch Sports Center, while I wait for Becca to wake up.
Apparently, I nod off watching TV, as I’m woken up by Becca wrapping her arms around me from behind.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she whispers into my ear.
“Hey.” I squeeze her arms. “How long have you been up?”
She walks around the couch, and I pull her onto my lap for a kiss. “Long enough to take a shower and get dressed. What have you done today?”
“I ran a few errands, saw my folks, and then came home to wait for you to wake up. How was work last night?”
“It was good. The slowest night this week, so that was kind of nice. I actually got to sit down for more than five minutes at a time.”
“I’m glad to hear it was slower for you. I worry about you being on your feet for twelve hours straight.” How Becca or any nurse can be on the go for a solid twelve hours astonishes me. She’s a true badass, but I know she loves her job and wouldn’t change it for the world.
“No need to worry. I prefer to stay busy; it helps the time go by quicker. I would hate working in a department on nights where you mostly sit at the nurses’ station. I think it would be harder to stay awake.”
“Well, now that you’re on vacation, what do you say we figure out what we need, go shopping and get packed. We can either go out to dinner after, or we can make something here and stay in tonight, then leave in the morning.”
“Sounds perfect. Staying in and watching a movie sounds like heaven,” she tells me as she gives me another kiss, and then stands from my lap, pulling me up off the couch. “Let’s get going so we can get everything done before dinner.”
I stretch after standing up. As Becca starts to walk toward the kitchen, I snake my arm back around her waist, pulling her back to me so I can kiss her properly. I reach down to cup her ass, lifting her up against my hard body. My cock twitches in my pants, hardening the more she presses into me. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, and my cock is ready to bust from my pants. It doesn’t help that she’s now grinding against me, searching for the friction she suddenly needs.
“God, I’ve missed you the past few days,” I mumble between kisses. “I need you. Now.” I growl as I move to kiss her neck.
“Yes! Bedroom, now!” she moans, trying to get my shirt off without breaking the contact between our bodies.
“Yes ma’am,” I growl back at her as I move us to the bedroom. I quickly set her on the bed so we can remove the clothing that’s in our way. Within seconds, we’re both naked and beyond ready for each other. I nudge Becca further up onto the bed and move so I’m hovering over her, propping myself up on my forearms. I take a moment to run my eyes up and down her sexy as fuck body, bringing them back up to meet her gaze.
I slowly lower my head down and bring my lips to hers. She wraps her arms around my neck pulling me closer so that we are chest to chest. My heavy erection pulses on her leg, as she starts thrusting her hips against my body searching for friction as well as full contact.
“Scott…” she moans my name against my lips.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“I need you inside me,” she pants.
I slide down her body, kissing my way from her neck, down past her collar bone, and across the rise of her breasts, making sure to stop and pay attention to her hardened nipples. I suck one into my mouth, grazing my teeth across the sensitive peak. I can feel her body’s reaction to my attention, and I smile against her breast.
I continue my way down her body until I reach her center. I can see her arousal, which makes my blood pump harder through my body. I lock my eyes with hers, then lower my face back down, swiping my tongue along her folds, all the while never breaking eye contact with her. Her head falls back, and gibberish is all I hear falling from her lips.
I tease her for another minute or so, then travel back up her body, latching my mouth to her neck. I reach down, line myself up, and thrust into her to the hilt. Her back arches as I still, allowing her time to adjust to the welcomed intrusion. When she starts to grind her hips against me, I begin driving into her at a rapid, constant rate, bringing us both to the brink and ready to crash over the edge at any moment. I find her lips with mine as I feel her body go rigid and her orgasm overtake her body. Her fingernails dig into my back, bringing a flash of pain, as I’m sure they break the skin slightly. I give in to my body’s pull and thrust one last time as my orgasm consumes me, and fills her body with my release.
I collapse on top of her, doing my best not to crush her underneath me; I’m easily twice her size. Once our breathing has slowed to a normal rate, I kiss her again, gently this time. I’m in no rush to move us from being wrapped up in each other, but I do roll us over so I can lay comfortably without crushing her.
“Well, that was one way to start our vacation time together,” Becca chuckles as she relaxes, curled up next to me. Her head is resting in the crook of my neck, with my arm draped behind her and my hand resting on her hip.
“I would have to agree,” I tell her as I squeeze her.
We lay in bed, skin against skin, and fall into a comfortable silence. One of the things I’d always loved about my relationship with Becca was how we didn’t always require words between us; we allowed our bodies to communicate for us. Realizing that we’re falling back into that so quickly reiterates to me how much we truly belong together.
“As much as I would love to stay right here next to you, I think we need to get up and get our stuff done so we can be ready to leave in the morning,” Becca says, as she pushes herself up to look at me. God, this woman is beautiful. No makeup, hair well messed up from our time in bed, skin glowing, and that sparkle in her eyes that can suck me in within seconds. If I spent every moment with her for the rest of my life, it still wouldn’t be enough time.
We finally make it out of bed and get together our lists of everything we think we’ll need for our time at the cabin. We head first for Costco and then the grocery store. Once we’re stocked up on food and drinks, with everything ready for the morning, we pull out the takeout we picked up on our way home and curl up on the couch to watch a movie.
“What do you want to watch?” Becca calls to me as she heads to the living room, while I finish grabbing our food and drinks from the kitchen.
“You pick, honey,” I call after her.
“Are you sure? What if I pick a chick flick?” I can hear the humor in her voice.
“I stand by what I already said. You get to pick, babe.”
We settle on the couch and dig into the Chinese we brought home. Becca scrolls through what’s available on Netflix, and not finding anything she wants, so she flips over to see if anything good is on demand.
“Have you watched House of Cards?” she asks me as she’s flipping through the TV menu.
“I’ve watched the previous seasons, but haven’t started the newest season that was just released.”
“Perfect, we can watch it together! I’ve been wanting to start it,” Becca says, as she brings Netflix back up and cues up the newest season to start.
Once we finished eating, I take our containers back into the kitchen and grab another beer for me, and refill Becca’s drink. Back in the living room, I shift us on the couch so that we can lie down and I can have her in my arms. Her back is to my front, with our legs intertwined, and I definitely didn’t think this through very well, as her ass is making direct contact with my dick. Every time she moves, even slightly, they rub together. I’m already half hard whenever she’s around; being on the couch like this may prove to be more of a tease than anything.
After a few episodes, we decide to call it a night. We cleaned up our dessert dishes and headed for bed.
“I’m going to take a quick shower.” Becca calls from the bathroom.
“Want company?”
“Always.”
I head for the bathroom, stopping at the threshold to lean against the frame. I find her already undressed and waiting for the water to warm up. The sight of her takes my breath away.
“What’s that look for?” She asks with a bit of sassiness in her voice.
Biting my lip, I graze my eyes up and down her body before answering her. I can see the blush creeping all over her body from my gaze, thanking my lucky stars she doesn’t try and hide her body from my intense stare.
“Just taking in all the beauty standing before me, and planning how I’m going to savor it tonight.”
From the heated look she gives me, I know she liked my answer. She reaches out her hand to me, and I don’t miss a beat grabbing it and linking our hands together as she leads us into the shower. Once I have the door shut behind us, I pin her against the wall as our lips find each other.
I gather both of her hands in one of mine, bringing them above her head. I break our kiss and move my lips along her jaw continuing down until I reach her collar bone. I love that she doesn’t try to hide her enjoyment, letting moans of pleasure fall freely from her lips.
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