Just Say Yes
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“You don’t need one, babe. It’ll just be in the way,” I explain, a sly smile on my face, hinting at the promise of good things to come.
“Uh, what if someone sees us?”
“Should I remind you we don’t have any neighbors that can see into the backyard, and no one is going to show up at our house at this time of night.”
“Fine. I’ll be out in a second. Go get everything ready.”
A few minutes later, Becca comes out of the house wrapped up in her robe. Even mostly covered, my body still reacts to her. I watch her sexy little saunter as she comes toward me, and just before she steps within my reach, she slides her hands down and unties the knot keeping her robe closed. My chin nearly hits the ground when I realize she doesn’t have anything on underneath; meanwhile my dick hardens like concrete.
“Hot damn, woman.” I groan. “Are you trying to kill me?” I ask her as I take that last step I need to reach her and pull her tight against my body.
“Who, me?” she sassily replies, while lifting on her tiptoes to place a kiss on my lips. “I believe you’re the one who asked for this, mister…”
I slip my hands under her robe, sliding my fingers from down her sides, down until I can cup her ass and lift her so she can wrap her legs around my waist. I feel her wetness against my bare stomach. All I have on are a pair of shorts, that will be off as soon as I can reach down to drop them. I should have fucking thought of that before I picked her up.
I walk the few steps over to the hot tub and set Becca on the edge so I can get naked, and we can climb in. I sit down and pull her back onto my lap, facing me, locking our lips back together. This position brings back memories of that night back at the beginning of the summer with we decided to commit to each other and that we would give this a go. I’ll never forget how sexy she was that night, rubbing herself on me to make herself come.
I break our kiss and bring my hands up to cup her face, lifting it slightly so we can make eye contact. I rest my forehead against hers as we both stare into each other’s eyes. The silent conversation taking place between the two of us right now is powerful. I can feel the connection our souls are creating, the bond forged as they fuse together.
Needing to slow things down, I ask her, “Tell me, in a perfect world, where would you see us in five years? What would our life look like?”
The sparkle in Becca’s eyes starts dancing more as she ponders her answer. She has her arms wrapped around my neck, lightly massaging it with her fingertips. Without breaking eye contact, she leans back and replies, “I see us happily married. Maybe a few kids, or at least on our way to having a few. I’m not getting any younger over here.” She chuckles. “God willing, you’ll still be healthy enough to be playing, or maybe you’ll retired on your own terms and not due to a career-ending injury.”
“And how many kids will you be giving me?”
“At least a couple. After that, we’ll have to figure it out as the time comes,” she replies and winks at me. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy the practice involved in creating them.”
“You bet your ass I will.” Now that I have the image of Becca pregnant with my child, the thought sounds better and better to me. If we were to have kids within the next couple of year, I’d be on happy, lucky man.
“Where do you see us in five years?” She turns the question back on me.
“Exactly as you see us. Together, happy, kids, living life to the fullest. Wherever that may be. As long as you’re right here by my side, I will be the happiest man alive. Do I hope to be still playing in five years? You can bet your sweet little ass I do, but I’m also very well aware that my time in the NHL is getting closer to its end. If I could choose, I would play another five to eight years, then retire and take a scouting or coaching job. Maybe even an office position with a team. My current contract runs for the next four seasons, so for at least that amount of time, I know exactly where I’ll be playing, as long as I’m able.”
“So, after you retire from playing, you wouldn’t want to move back here full-time?”
“I would love to, but with the type of job I hope to secure after playing, that wouldn’t be possible.”
“Won’t you have enough money saved from your playing years to retire and not need to keep working?”
“Yes, I could retire today and be set, but what would I do with all my time? I’m sure, after a week with me at home, and no job to report to, you’d be ready to strangle me,” I tease her.
Our conversation about the future continues between subtle and less subtle gropes of body parts – equally distributed between the two of us – for the next hour or so. We get lost in talking to each other so easily. It’s one of the best parts of our relationship.
Once we are well wrinkled, we head inside and continue our conversation over drinks, while wrapped in each other’s arms in bed. The conversation is interrupted by lazy kisses that turn into sweet lovemaking that lasts for what feels like hours, neither of us in a rush to make it to that finish line quickly. The buildup of taking things slow, tender, and loving are outweighing the need to speed up our lovemaking tonight. It’s moments like this that strengthen that bond between us, and will help to carry us through the time we’ll spend apart; the hard times every couple will faces at some point in their relationship.
The next day is finally the day for my tattoo appointment I’ve been waiting for all summer. I’ve gone to the same guy for all my ink and will continue to do so. I sent him my ideas and can’t wait to see what he finalized for me.
“Hey Bec, are you ready to leave, babe?” I yell from the living room.
“Yep, one second,” she calls back from our room.
Moments later, we’re on our way to meet Johnny at The Inked Monkey.
“I think I want to get my first tattoo,” Becca says as we pull out of the driveway.
“Really? I didn’t think you would ever want one.”
“I never thought I would either, but seeing your excitement over designing your new one has me excited. I just don’t know what I would want.”
“Well that is kind of an important step,” I tease her.
Chuckling she replies, “I know, smartass. I didn’t say I wanted one today, just that I want to start thinking of one for the future.”
“Well, talk to Johnny when we get there. I’m sure he can give you ideas,” I tell her as I link our hands and place them on her leg.
A few minutes later, we arrive at the tattoo shop. Johnny greets us and takes us right back to his area. He shows me his final drawing of my tattoo, and I’m blown away at how incredible it looks. I can’t wait to have it displayed on my arm.
“That’s amazing!” Becca tells both of us.
“It’s going to look even better once we get it inked, and all the color added around it,” Johnny says.
“Do you have any suggestions for someone who’s interested in their first tattoo?” Becca asks him.
“My first piece of advice is to make sure it’s something that you love, something that’s important to you. Second, think about placement on your body. Do you need it in a place that it can easily be covered for work reasons, or do you want it on display all the time?” he explains.
“I never dreamed of ever wanting one, but seeing the process of Scott’s, I’m intrigued, and have been thinking of getting one myself. I just don’t know what to get.”
“Well once you decide, you come see me, and I’ll help you design it.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that, for sure!” Becca replies, as Johnny finishes setting up his station and prepping my arm for the tattoo. He places the drawing template on my arm, getting my approval before removing it so he can get started.
A few hours later, my ink is finished and it looks amazing. Becca spent the time looking through all of the albums of Johnny’s previous work, seeing if anything caught her eye or sparked an idea of what she might like. After saying thanks to Johnny for his amazing work, we head out.
“Did you find anything
you liked?” I ask once we’re back in my truck and on the way home.
“I found a few ideas, but I’m still going to think about it. I’ll probably scour Pinterest for more ideas until I can come up with something that I won’t regret years down the road.”
“You definitely need to love it, because if you don’t love it now, you won’t later.”
“I know. That’s why I’m not in any rush to just pick something out and have it done.”
Once back home, we start getting ready for dinner. Our families are coming over, and the plan is to grill and have a relaxing evening with everyone outside and around the fire pit. We haven’t seen much of anyone since the Fourth of July, so it will be nice to spend time with everyone again.
Chapter Twelve
Becca
This summer has completely flown by, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. The time that Scott and I have spent together has been amazing. We leave tonight for a week-long cruise in the Caribbean and I can. not. wait. Once the cruise is over, we’ll stop in Indy for a few days, so Scott can show me around before we return to Alaska. Our plan is for me to stay in Alaska, and visit when Scott is in Indy for longer home game stretches. For the first few months, I’ll be able to visit every month. We’re both hopeful this works well for us, as I’m not ready to give up my job and move to somewhere where I don’t really know anyone. Not to mention, Scott will be gone a lot. Will it suck to be away from each other so much? Absolutely. But we’re determined to make this work, and I believe we can do it.
“Hey, babe?” Scott calls for me from the bedroom.
“Yes, dear?”
“Do you need to add anything else to the suitcases, or can I close them up and get them loaded?”
“I’m done with all but the carry-on.”
I quickly finish cleaning out the fridge and head back to our bedroom to toss my last few items in the carry-on so that Scott can load it as well. We leave for the airport in a little under an hour. My cell dings with a text notification, so I grab it on my way.
Kinley: Ready for your trip? I’m still so jealous!
Becca: I’m so damn ready. I’m going to miss you, girl! We need a girls’ night out once I’m back!
Kinley: Absolutely! Don’t forget to send me pictures. I have to live vicariously through you.
Becca: Will do! I will text you when we make it to Florida tomorrow.
I grab my last few items, chargers for phones and iPads, and check that we have our passports. We are now officially packed and ready for our vacation! I’m so ready to get my ass in the sand and a drink in my hand.
“I’m ready when you are, babe,” I tell Scott as I sit down on his lap. “Everything we need is in the carry-on.”
Scott pulls me in for a kiss. “Thanks, babe. Ready to get out of here?”
“Yes!” I squeal as he tickles my sides. I jump off his lap, and he smacks my ass. “Hey! Watch it, mister!” I laugh at him.
Scott pulls me into him, reaching down to cup my ass before I can get out of his reach. “I will smack and grab this ass whenever I feel like it, woman. Get used to it,” he teases back as he kisses me again. “Now let’s go.”
We make it to Florida the next morning, tired but excited. Scott bought us first class seats, so at least we got some sleep. He’s an expert at sleeping on planes with how often he travels between cities for games, but I’m not as adept at it as he is. We arrived in Florida a day early, so we’re going to head to our hotel to try to get a little more sleep in before we go exploring. Tomorrow, we’ll board the ship and get underway, and I’m so excited!
“Scott!” I call for him from the shower in our hotel room.
“Yes, babe?”
“Can you hand me my razor? I left it in my bag on the counter.”
“It’s going to cost you,” he chuckles.
“Scott! Please! I need to shave before we leave for the ship.”
The next thing I know, he’s wrapping his arms around my body, handing me my razor. He lowers his lips to my ear and places a kiss below it. “Is this what you needed?”
“Yes!” I pant, as he lowers his hand, his fingers brushing over my clit, slipping his fingers into my folds. I gasp as I feel his erection against my back, and I reach behind me to grasp it, my razor long forgotten.
“Damn, Becca,” Scott moans. “I need you right now, baby.”
I bend over, gripping the safety bar with both hands, my ass and pussy on full display for his eyes only. Scott lines himself up and thrusts himself inside. “Fuck!” he growls. “You feel so fucking tight like this.” His hands begin roaming my body, one gripping my side while the other reaches around to cup a breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. He continues to drive into me, as he leans over and begins trailing hot kisses across my shoulder blades. I circle my clit, desperate for a release. I can feel my orgasm building and can tell he’s close as well.
“Scott! Fuck, I’m coming!” I cry out, as my orgasm rolls through my body.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come on my cock. I’m right there with you, babe,” he grunts as he drives into me a couple more times and then stills. I feel his cock swelling and pulsing inside me, and he places kisses on my back, as we both catch our breath. Once we’re somewhat recovered, he slips out of me and turns me around, wrapping his arms around me.
“Damn, baby, that was fantastic. I hope our shower on the ship is big enough for another round of shower sex sometime this week,” he says, smacking my ass.
“Horny much?” I laugh. “Now rinse off and get out. I still need to shave and finish showering so that we can get out of here and down to the port.”
“Holy shit! This cabin is amazing!” I comment as we walk into our suite.
“I told you that you would love having a suite on the ship,” Scott replies, as he walks out onto our balcony.
After checking out all the spaces in here and using the bathroom, I join Scott out on the balcony, and he pulls me into his arms, pinning me between the railing and his body.
“This is going to be an amazing week,” I tell him, reaching behind me, and linking my fingers with his. “I’m so ready to relax and make new memories together.”
“I agree, babe. I love having this time to spend together, just the two of us. I love you, Becca. Thank you for saying yes to me, to us, and giving us a chance to love each other again.”
Damn, this man can make me swoon. I would be on the floor in a puddle if he wasn’t holding me up. “I love you too.”
We stand on our balcony, wrapped in each other’s arms, just enjoying being with each other and taking the time to admire the beauty all around us. We eventually head out to explore the ship, and to find some lunch and drinks.
“So, what are you looking forward to most, now that we’re on the ship?” Scott asks me over lunch.
“Everything! It’s been years since I was on a cruise, so I want to experience everything. I’m also excited for our excursions in port. What about you?”
“Pretty much the same as you.” He chuckles at my excitement as he takes a few bites of his burger and moans. “Damn, this is good food. I’m going to be so out of shape when I report to camp in a few weeks.”
“What do you want to do after we eat?”
“How about we grab another drink and explore more of the ship?”
“Sounds perfect!”
For the rest of the afternoon, we walk around hand in hand, checking out all the ship has to offer. We stop and make reservations for one night in the steakhouse, then check out, as well as at the spa booth, where Scott makes us an appointment for a couple’s massage. Once we finish exploring, we head back to our cabin to check for our bags. Thankfully, they’ve arrived, so we get all our things unpacked and put away.
“Do you want to change into our suits and go sit by the pool? Maybe take a dip, if it isn’t too crowded?”
“We can do whatever your heart desires,” he tells me as he pulls me down onto the bed next to him and kisses me.
Over the next week, we have stops in St. Thomas, San Juan, Grand Turk, and a private island owned by the cruise ship’s company. I’m definitely looking forward to the private island! All the pictures I’ve seen of it are breathtakingly beautiful! But most of all, I’m looking forward to the time we’ll get to spend together making memories.
The week flies by so quickly. I’m not ready for this part of our vacation to end! We’ve been having such an amazing time and already discussed when we can come back. We’ve gone snorkeling in St. Thomas, then rented a cabana for the day on the private island. That was hands down the most amazing day. The water was beautiful; I have never seen water so clear. In San Juan, Scott and I spent the day exploring and checking out the little shops, and in Grand Turk we played on the beach and ate lunch at Margaritaville.
The days at sea were spent mainly by the pool during the day, and after dinner each night, we took in a few comedy shows and spent a fair amount of time singing along in the piano bar, enjoying ourselves immensely. Then there was the cruise ship sex. God damn, does my man have stamina. He kept blaming it on me being in a bikini all the time, but I wasn’t complaining! He did his best to try and convince me to have sex out on our balcony once it was dark out, but unfortunately for him, he never got me drunk enough for those shenanigans.
After an early morning, and an entire day of flying, we finally make it to Indy and to Scott’s condo. Since he’s been gone since mid-June, his fridge is empty, so we order in takeout so we can just relax.