We finally break our kiss, and he sets me back on the floor. “God, have I missed you,” he whispers against my lips before releasing me so we can go find baggage claim to collect my luggage and make our way home.
The door to the condo has hardly closed before we’re both pulling frantically at each other’s clothing. Within seconds, Scott has my shirt and bra off and is working on my pants and panties. I kick off my flats to assist him in shedding all my clothing as quickly as possible. While he’s made short work of my clothes, I have only managed to remove his shirt, and unbutton his pants.
The time apart, all our sexy time FaceTime chats and flirty text messages have essentially been weeks worth of incredibly drawn out foreplay and we’re both more than ready for what’s about to take place. With his lips trailing all over my body, all I can think of is how much I want this man. How much I love this man. How much I need this man inside me right fucking now!
Lucky for me, Scott’s train of thought is the same as mine, and not only has he finished undressing me, but he’s managed to drop the remainder of his clothing, as well. He runs his hands down my body until they reach my ass. He lifts me up, squeezing my cheeks, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bedroom and lays me down on the bed.
Scott hovers over me, raking his eyes up and down my body, drinking it all in. “You are so fucking sexy. I’ve missed this body so damn much,” he says while stroking himself. Every stroke causes my thighs to clench and make me want him that much more. My body is strung so tight in anticipation for the pleasure, and I realize I’m trembling.
“You okay, baby?” Scott asks as he starts to kiss along my collar bone and up my neck.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m so ready for you.”
“Shit, Becca.” Scott lifts his head so he can look at me again, bringing his lips to mine, as he lines himself up with my body and thrusts himself inside to the hilt.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, as he rotates his hips and slams into me again. My back arches off the bed as I cry out again.
“I wanted to take this slowly, but that will have to wait until next time,” Scott pants out between breaths. “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight. You’re squeezing my cock so hard,” he whispers into my ear as he continues to work over my body, building my climax with each grind and thrust of his hips.
My body is so greedy for his touch that my hands are roaming everywhere. I run my fingers through his hair, down his back, grabbing his ass, and then come back up his body again.
“Are you close, baby? I don’t think I can hold off much longer.”
“Yes, don’t stop!” I pant as he thrusts harder.
Seconds later, my orgasm rips through my body, so strong that my vision blacks out and I see stars. The high I’m feeling is like none other I have ever felt. I’m high on sex, love, and most of all, Scott.
While lost in my own pleasure, Scott continues to chase his release. I can feel him swell inside me before letting go and filling me. His final thrust was harder and deeper than ever, triggering my body into another release. Scott collapses on top of me, drained from the exertion he put into pleasuring us both. We lay there, him still on top of me, as we come down from our high, then Scott rolls off me and stands, walking toward the bathroom.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To get a wash cloth to clean you up.” I stand to follow him into the bathroom. “You could have stayed in bed, I would have brought it to you,” he says, leaning down to kiss me.
“I need to pee,” I tell him against his lips. “So, let me in.” He chuckles, and slaps my ass as he moves aside so that I can slip into the bathroom.
“Hurry back to bed, woman. I plan on taking it slow next time.” He winks at me as he walks back toward the bed and I close the door to the bathroom.
After spending the first few hours in bed, I’m starving and in dire need of food. I haven’t eaten since I grabbed something small during my layover, and the snack they had on my second flight was pitiful.
“I’m sorry to put a stop to this amazing sex fest, but if you expect me to last another round, you must feed me food first.” I nudge Scott in the stomach, and he groans.
“If you insist,” he says, while pulling me closer to his side. “What do you want to eat? Do you want me to order takeout, or do you want to go out? We’re going to need to go grocery shopping tomorrow so that we have food here. I’ve mostly been eating with the guys.”
“Hmmm, can you order from that Chinese place we had when I was here before?”
“Sure can,” he replies, smacking my ass before he rolls out of bed and pulls on some athletic shorts. Since Scott stripped me of my clothes just inside the front door, I find one of his shirts to wear so I’m not walking around naked. I walk out to find my panties and slip them on. I really need my suitcases, but they’re still in the car since we were both a little preoccupied when we first arrived.
Scott starts to hand me the menu, but I tell him to order what he did last time. It was all so good, and I’m sure we’re going to need massive amounts of food to refuel throughout the night. After he places the order, he brings in my suitcases, and I get out some sleep shorts and a tank top – not that I anticipate actually sleeping in them tonight.
While we’re waiting on our food to be delivered, Scott shows me the closet and dresser space he cleared out for me. The master bedroom has his and hers walk-in closets, equipped with built-in closet organizers. He stocked my closet with hangers and baskets that fit the shelves.
“If you want the organizers rearranged, tell me where you want them and I can change them for you. I can also take you to the store I purchased it all from, and you can pick out other add-ons or bins if these don’t work or you need more.”
“Thanks.” I lift up on my tiptoes to kiss him. “I think it looks great. Want to help me start unpacking while we wait for our food?” I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him again.
“I suppose you could talk me into helping you.” He squeezes my hips as he rests his hands on them.
I break from his grasp and pull one of my suitcases onto the bed. We get to work sorting out my clothes on the bed, so I can try and organize how I want things arranged. We’ve just finished emptying my suitcases when the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of our dinner. Scott goes for the food, and I meet him in the living room with plates, silverware, and drinks.
After we stuff ourselves on Chinese, we make our way back into the bedroom, so we can finish putting away all my stuff, then get back to our sexy time between the sheets. I have no idea what time we finally fell asleep; I just know that my body has been very well loved and that I’m going to be very sore tomorrow.
The past few days have flown by, but being in Scott’s world has been amazing. I was able to watch one of their practices that was open to the public. They don’t open many of them, but they had one this week. I love seeing him in his element, doing what he enjoys. He’s always been so humble about his skills on the ice and the fact that he’s paid millions to play the sport he loves so much. I watch how he interacts with his teammates, whether it’s one of the guys that has been on the team with him for years, or one of the rookies who hasn’t even played a professional game yet. His professionalism stands out on the ice, and I couldn’t be prouder to display his name on my back. Tonight there’s a get together for the team, and I finally get to meet all of the players and their significant others. I’m excited, yet nervous, to meet them. Scott told me a little about them and reassured me that I would fit in.
We arrive at the restaurant and find our way back to the party room. We’re greeted right away by Bridget and Matt Soaps. Scott informs me that Matt is the oldest guy on their team and has been the starting goalie for the past five seasons. His wife Bridget is the unofficial mother hen of the WAGs. We make our rounds as Scott introduces me to the rest of his teammates and I meet a few more of their spouses. I’m sure I will get to know them better at the games while all of us are in the
private suite.
Bridget and Kara Nilsson, who’s married to Erik Nilsson, approach me after we have been at the party for a while. “Becca,” Bridget greets me as they approach.
“Hi, Bridget.”
“We wanted to check with you to see if you needed anything before the game tomorrow? The WAGs coordinate for some of the games, and with tomorrow night’s game not only being the first game of this season but also doubly important since they will be celebrating the cup win from last season, we wanted to make sure you’re included in our fun!”
“Well, thank you! What are you planning?”
“Has Scott gotten you your own jersey yet?”
“He mentioned something about picking one up for me, but I haven’t seen it yet.”
“If he hasn’t, you should still have time to drop by the team store in the morning, and they can get one personalized for you. We also have fun jean jackets that we have personalized. If you’re not busy tomorrow morning when the guys are at the morning skate, you could come by my house, and I could help you make one up. You’ll just need to bring your own jean jacket. For other games, we occasionally coordinate what team shirts we wear, but those are easy to get for you as they’re at the team store.”
“I would love to stop by tomorrow morning. Can you text me your address? I still don’t know my way around yet, but should be able to find your place with GPS. I’ll have to make sure Scott can catch a ride to morning skate with someone else so I can have the car. I still need to get a car here.”
“Yes! Let’s exchange numbers, and we can make plans for the morning. If he can’t get one of the other guys to pick him up, I can always come pick you up, or bring stuff to your place.”
While I was chatting with Bridget, Scott wandered off to get another drink. I see him across the room, talking with a group of the guys. I make my way over to him, and he immediately pulls me into his side, sliding his arm around me and placing a chaste kiss to my temple. The guys are all discussing the game tomorrow night and how they anticipate the matchup against the Chicago Blackhawks going.
Scott leans into me and whispers into my ear, “Ready to get out of here?”
“I’m ready when you are,” I whisper back.
Scott finishes the conversation and breaks away from the group of guys he was talking with. As we’re walking away, I turn to him.
“Do you think you can get a ride with one of the guys to morning skate? Bridget has invited me to come over so I can personalize my WAGs jacket, and pick out all the other team shirts they coordinate wearing for the games. Oh, she also asked if I had a jersey, and I wasn’t sure if you picked one up for me yet.”
“Let me check with Murph to see if he can pick me up in the morning. If he can’t, you can always drop me off at the arena. I called the team store to have them make up your jersey, so that should be ready tomorrow for you.”
We stop to chat with Murph, and they make plans for him to pick Scott up both for the morning skate, and for the game. Once we’ve said our goodbyes to everyone, we make our way home for the evening. On the drive home, I send Bridget a quick text, letting her know I’ll see her in the morning after I’ve had the chance to purchase a jean jacket to personalize.
We make it home a few minutes later. With tomorrow being a game day – and the first game of the season at that – Scott needs to get to bed a little earlier tonight than he has been all this week. He’s been staying up late every night worshiping my body, not that I’m complaining. The man is talented in many ways and not just on the ice.
Once home, we quickly get ready for bed and settle in together. Scott falls asleep fairly quickly, so I pull my Kindle out and read until I fall asleep.
Chapter Seventeen
Scott
Morning skate went great today, and I have a good feeling about tonight’s game. When I get home, it’s quiet. Becca must still be out with Bridget. I knew she’d be accepted into the fold, and I hope she can make great friends within the group. I know Becca worries about being lonely when she’s here full-time, and I’m out on the road. I’m hoping before that time comes, she’ll already have made friends within the WAGs.
After my game day nap, Murph picks me up, and we head to the arena. I like to be one of the first to arrive. It was something imparted to me at a young age by my coaches, and I strongly believe, that as the captain of this team, I have to lead by example. Once I arrive, I change out of my suit – the League’s mandatory dress code for travel to and from a game – and into athletic shorts and a t-shirt. The rest of the team trickles in over the next twenty minutes or so, and we start to stretch out and loosen up, then suit up in our gear and uniforms.
Before too long, it’s time to hit the ice for warm-ups and all the pre-game hype. I’m standing in the tunnel, just soaking in the roar of the crowd before we take the ice. You can feel the excitement; the energy in here tonight almost matches that of the night we played here last; the Championship game. That was, hands down, the best moment of my entire career so far. I have had some amazing moments, but nothing can compare with hoisting the Stanley Cup high above your head in victory.
Warm-ups are finished, and the national anthem has been sung. We have been presented with our championship rings from last season’s win, and the banners that list the team’s historical stats have been dropped. While the ceremony parts are nice, I’m fucking ready for the puck to hit the ice, and for the season to officially start. Let’s get this race for the cup started all over again.
Brian and I are out on the ice, along with Murph’s line – which is made up of Stephen Chambers, or just ‘Chambers’, to the team, at left-wing, Eric ‘ET’ Thompson, in the right-wing position, and Murph at center. Murph lines up at center ice to faceoff against the Blackhawks’ captain. The puck drops and Murph beats him by a fraction of a second, dropping it back to me, hitting the tape of my stick perfectly. We quickly set up and take control of the puck and the flow of the game. I pass it back to Murph just before he crosses the blue line as we race for the net. We pass the puck around, with Chicago skating their asses off trying to get it away from us and out of their defensive zone. Brian saves the puck from crossing the blue line after one of Chicago’s defensive players tries to clear the zone.
The game is still scoreless as we head into the locker room after the second period. It’s been a fast-paced and hard-hitting game. You can feel the burning desire to win from both teams, and I have a feeling it’s going to come down to whoever scores first. Both our goalie, Matt Soaps, and their goalie have done a fantastic job keeping the puck out of the back of the nets. They’ve both had some truly amazing saves tonight.
With just over four minutes remaining in the third period the game is still tied at zero. I jump back over the boards to get out on the ice and chase after the puck. I collect it and hold it behind our net, waiting for Murph’s line to set up and get ready. I send it up the boards, Chambers collects it in the neutral zone. Advancing it toward the blue line he makes it over without being offsides. He brings it down the left side and shoots a one-timer at the net, the puck pinging off the crossbar and flying back out onto the ice.
Murph grabs the puck along the boards and clears it up to me. I hold it for a second while everyone drops back into position. We pass the puck around, looking for that perfect hole we can sneak the puck into, to get it past the goalie. Murph has the puck again and passes it back to me. As the puck is headed my way, I line up my stick and pull back, hitting it as soon as it’s in front of me with a one-time hard slapshot. My shot felt a little off, so I don’t think I have any chance of the puck actually making it into the back of the net. I notice my stick broke when I hit the puck, so I drop it, not realizing until almost a full second later that the goal light has gone off. Score!
“Fuck yes!” Murph yells at me as he skates over to high-five me and the other guys on the ice.
“That was a beautiful fucking goal!” Brian says as he smacks my helmet before we all skate toward our bench to fist
bump the rest of the team. The crowd is still going crazy when the puck drops again. I sit on the bench, soaking it all in.
We hold off the Blackhawks and end our home opener with a shutout. Murph added an empty net goal with only seconds left in the game, when Chicago pulled their goalie to add an extra forward, in an attempt to tie up the game.
Once the game ended, I talked to the media, got showered and changed, then headed up to the WAGs suite. I was always a little envious of the players who had someone waiting for them upstairs, and now that I do, I can’t even explain the feeling. I enter the suite and see Becca talking to a group of the women. She looks so beautiful and comfortable in this setting. Seeing her with my jersey on fills me with a surge of pride. Suddenly, as if she could feel my eyes on her, Becca notices me, and I head toward her.
“Hey, beautiful.” I wrap her up, bringing her flush with my body so I can kiss her.
“Nice goal tonight, hotshot,” she says, before our lips touch.
“Like that, did you?”
“You were pretty bad ass out there tonight. All of you were.”
“We did play pretty damn well,” I agree. We kept our penalties to a minimum tonight, which prevented our penalty killing teams from having to work harder. “Ready to head home?”
“Yes, let me grab my bag and say goodbye,” she replies.
When she’s back by my side, I grab her hand, linking our fingers together as we walk out of the suite and toward the parking garage.
“Thank you for getting me access to the suite. It was amazing to see you play again in person. And the ladies are so nice. I think I’ve made great friends within the group already.”
“I knew they would accept you with open arms. They’re some of the nicest people I have met,” I tell her as we walk to the car.
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