Bloodfeather

by Linz Lenay

  We nod and head toward the exit where an ambulance is waiting to transport Dasia to get checked out. I ride with her while Coach, Karter, and Drew take the rental car with Cat who has been scouring all the media sites to make sure none of this gets out just yet. Once Dee is given the go-ahead I guarantee that she'll team up with her to head off any bad press for the team and twist things our way.

  The doctors at the hospital are gentle with her and check her over thoroughly, and when I mention the baby, they pull an ultrasound machine out and confirm for us that we are in fact pregnant. They're estimating around six weeks, so not that far along, enough we can hear the heartbeat very clearly and see that the baby is about the size of a pea.

  They hand over a bunch of overwhelming pamphlets and a list of vitamins she needs to be taking, like prenatal ones. There are tears streaming down her face, but also a huge smile that I can't help but reciprocate because she's so happy, even with everything that's happened to her. I kiss her forehead and the doctors tell her to make an appointment with a doctor back home before going to get her discharge papers. As I watch her switch from the hospital gown, they made her wear for all kinds of tests, to her regular clothes I can't help but feel aroused. Not only is she sexy as fuck, but she's going to be my wife and mother to my child.

  “Hey, we can't fool around in here. You have to wait until we're back in the hotel room. No funny business when we're about to spring this joint.”

  I smirk at her and rearrange my cock so it's not so obvious, but let's face it. I'm still in my suit and it doesn't hide anything. I can't wait to get her back to our room. There's so much to celebrate now. The Cup, our baby, her being okay. Yeah, we won't be getting much sleep tonight.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dasia...

  I'm sipping coffee on our hotel bed the next morning, in just a sweater, because three hours of sleep is rough on a girl. Yeah, we got back to the hotel room and immediately went at each other. I lost count of how many orgasms he gave me and how many positions we made love in. We lost ourselves to the passion and all I can think of as I taste the sweetness of my drink is how much I want Gaige again. He went down to the hotel's gym to get a workout in, allowing me to rest after he made me a cup of coffee and called down to have breakfast delivered. I protested telling him that I could wait until he returned, not wanting to eat without him, yet he insisted.

  Well joke's on him. They delivered what smells like an amazing breakfast of healthy yummy goodness, yet it sits on hot plates while I wait for him. It's been almost an hour since he left, so he should be back shortly. I imagine he'll want a shower, then he'll eat. I tip my cup to drink and realize it's empty. I frown at it, wondering how I finished it without noticing, but then the door opens to a shirtless, sweaty Gaige and I remember exactly where my mind had been.

  My gaze starts at his bright red shoes, roams up to his black shorts, and stops when I reach his lickable washboard abs that are dripping with sweat, since his shirt is hanging over one shoulder. I don't understand why I'm so turned on by salty water that comes from our bodies, but shiz, on Gaige I just want to jump him and get pregnant all over again. I'm still in awe that we've created a little one.

  “You know if you drool anymore I'm going to have to call someone in to bring me a Shamwow. Also, it's a good thing that mug was empty, otherwise you'd be burnt and there would be a mess.”

  I meet his eyes and close my mouth, that's when I notice my mug has landed on the floor. I don't hide my arousal when I look back at him and I can see his own heat flooding his eyes. He stalks over to me, careful not to step on the mug and tears the bedding down to expose my naked legs. He pulls me up into his arms and carries me into the bathroom, setting me down on the counter. He leaves me sitting while he turns on the water in the shower, letting it heat up as he comes back between my welcoming legs. He pulls gently on the sweater, letting me know to lift my arms so he can take it off, which I comply to.

  I put a finger in the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging both them and his shorts down together. I stare at him in appreciation, as he does the same to me; both of us with hungry eyes. When our gaze meets, he puts his hands on my hips and lifts me to wrap my legs around him, then walks into the shower. Thankfully the temperature has heated quickly, but the tiles he puts my back against are freezing cold and makes me shiver.

  He either doesn't notice or thinks it's because I'm so turned on. It's a bit of both at this point.

  He lifts me as high as he can so my breasts are at his eye level, allowing him to lick, nibble, and suck at them. I moan with every movement of his mouth and try to grind my clit against his stomach, seeking out relief.

  “Patience, Miss. I'll get there.” He says huskily, moving one hand from my ass to tease my pussy. I'm soaking wet, no foreplay needed, but I know how much Gaige loves it. He could go for hours playing my body before he puts his cock inside me.

  “Please,” I beg him as he just teases his fingers back and forth between my pussy and ass.

  He lifts his lips from my nipple, but licks his way down my body. He puts my knees over his shoulders, getting on his own before licking my clit. I squirm, lifting my hips to his mouth in a silent plea. He pulls his mouth away, making a tsking sound to scold me. When I stop moving, he goes back to pleasuring my pussy. His tongue licks me from my opening to the tip of my clit, back and forth until I'm making sounds that are inhuman. He focuses on my clit with his mouth and puts one finger inside me, instantly curling it up to that blissful spot that most men have a hard time finding. He rubs that place while sucking and nibbling on my clit for what seems like seconds before I'm thrown over the cliff in blinding white bliss. I think I scream his name, but I can't be sure because one second I'm feeling ecstasy with Gaige's mouth on me, the next his cock is nudging where his fingers just were.

  He enters me in one smooth move, but waits when he's fully inside of me, enjoying the flutters my inner walls are still making. One of his hands is on my ass, using it as an anchor, the other is seeking out my ass, a finger brushing against my rosebud and making my pussy clench around him. He presses gently and I push back against his finger, letting him silently know I want it. I swear his dick thickens inside me further, if that's possible with the steel he's already sporting. I rock a little, pushing his finger in as his cock moves out just a little.

  He only allows me this control for a little while longer, before he stills my hips and takes the dominance back. He adds a second finger making me wince before I moan. He wiggles them, moving his hips at the same time. He doesn't go fast or slow, but he enjoys every moment of pleasure, as he stares into my eyes, watching for the signs I'm falling over the edge again. It doesn't take me long, a long moan leaving my lips. He stops thrusting his hips, but his fingers inside me still wiggle, keeping my orgasm going and clamping around him.

  I finally come down and his fingers leave me, but so does his cock making me whimper at the loss. He lowers my legs to the floor and leads me under the stream to wash me. He's gentle as he soaps me up with the body wash he brought with him. The same company that makes the vegan protein bars recommended it and he found he loves it. This one is coconut scented and I have noticed that my body hasn't broken out as much since we started using it. Same with the shampoo and conditioner he bought along with it.

  Once I'm lathered and rinsed, he quickly cleans himself, but doesn't turn the water off. I'm surprised that it's stayed warm, but that thought leaves as quickly as it came when he starts kissing me and turning me toward the glass doors, face first. He turns my head, then leaves his hand around my throat as he continues the kiss. Rubbing his dick between my ass cheeks, he teases both of us, but when he enters my pussy I push my ass into him, wanting him deeper. His hand tightens around my throat as he snaps his hips against me, letting me know who's in control. I make a noise but with his hand gripping me just right, it doesn't fully escape. His other hand reaches around my hips to play with my clit, and I'm so sensitive that I don't think I can take it. I t
ry to squirm away from him, but he spanks my ass cheek making me want to moan. The only noise that comes out is a squeak before his hand is back to playing with my clit as he rocks his hips into me.

  “I know you're sensitive, but you can take it, Miss. I promise you'll enjoy it.” He says wickedly against my ear, his chest now flush against my back as his pace picks up.

  I can hear him panting through his own moans, and though I don't think I can come again, he's right as always. I can take it and I do, because I'm flying into ecstasy again, my vision going bright white again as a silent scream leaves my mouth. I feel his rhythm falter just before I black out.

  I'm unsure what happens after I feel him come inside me, but I wake up wrapped in the blankets on the hotel bed with a cool cloth against my forehead.

  I blink a few times to focus my vision, Gaige is beside me, holding one of my hands, watching me intently.

  “Why are you creeping?”

  “I think I fucked you out cold. I was a little worried at first, but you were breathing even and your pulse was only a little faster than normal.”

  I look at him like he's lost his mind, but once my brain processes what he's telling me I roll my eyes. Which hurts. Instant headache. I grab at my head, but I make the mistake of using the hand attached to his.

  “What's wrong, Bloodfeather? What can I do?”

  “Ah. Just a headache. Will you grab my purse, I think I have some naproxen in there.” He gets it for me, along with a glass of tap water.

  “You sure you're alright?” He asks, concern lacing his voice. “Maybe I shouldn't have been so rough with you or kept you up most of the night.”

  I rub at the wrinkles in his forehead, trying to get him to at least smile.

  “I'll be fine, love. It is probably lack of sleep, but I was fully willing in all activities. Even when I had your dick in places that would make most people blush last night.” I lean over to kiss the furrow in his brow, the covers slipping down my body.

  With my boobs in his face he sighs and finally smiles.

  “Okay, but since we have the room for another night, you should nap.”

  “Whoa. Mister, naps are only for game days is telling me I can nap?” I laugh and tease him.

  “Naps on game days are acceptable only because it's a forty minute nap to re-energize me before I'm out on the ice. Any other form of nap is reserved for animals and children under four.”

  This makes me laugh hysterically and I have to hold my side and head until I snort and sober myself.

  “I love you.” I say simply as my laughter dies down a few moments later.

  “And I you. Now nap. I'm going to figure out something for us to eat when you wake.”

  He says kissing my forehead and getting up to close the curtains blocking the sun. As soon as darkness crawls along the room, my head starts to feel better and I snuggle down into the softness of the mattress.

  Gaige...

  Dasia is asleep in seconds. I seriously considered calling a doctor or nurse to see if they'd make a house call. She's blacked out after an intense orgasm before, but not for more than a few minutes. I was able to get her dried off and lay her in bed, then she didn't flutter those eyelashes open for another ten minutes. She would have told me if it was too much, so now I'm worried that since she's pregnant it's something to do with that. Not that I'd let her know I was, since that would make her worry.

  I text Storm for her expert opinion and after a fifteen minute conversation through messages, she relieves my concern by telling me that it's more than likely due to her lack of sleep and not enough food in her system. I know that she knows about our sex life, and though it doesn't thrill me, I also accept that Dee needs someone to have girl-talk with and that's just part of it. So she knows our kinks and she says it's absolutely fine as long as I'm not completely cutting her air supply off, which I never would. It's more about the thrill of control and trust between us. Storm doesn't judge, which is one of the reasons I'm alright with her knowing, plus she's a nurse and can help in situations like this.

  After my texting with Storm I peruse a food delivery app for healthy lunch options, finding a restaurant that serves exactly what I'm looking for. I order a plethora of options so Dasia can pick and choose or mix whatever she wants when she wakes up.

  I fidget, wanting something to do, but not wanting to leave Dee by herself. Finally I decide to scroll through social media and check emails. I have a few things from Ally having to do with events for the team and a couple from my agent with endorsements he wants to go over. There's also one from my sister, which is weird since she usually just calls or texts me. I open it to find an invitation to a welcome party for their new baby boy. She had Xander about a month ago, but they didn't want a baby shower or anything while she was pregnant. They were financially stable enough to afford what they needed immediately and Dasia had talked Sari into allowing us to buy them the boss of all strollers for them. It went from newborn to toddler, and there was a baby holster that came with it so you could just strap the little one to your chest if you rather. Sari and Oliver wanted more of a welcome home party for the baby once they were settled into the house after the little man was born.

  I marked the party on my calendar that both Ally and Eli, my agent, had access to. This way they knew I was unavailable that day. Then I went through a few more emails, starting to get restless. I looked over to watch Dasia for a moment and found her staring at me, lying sideways on the bed with the blankets curled around her. I went to her, kissing her forehead, then there was a knock at the door. She looked at me questioningly.

  “Lunch. I talked to Storm. You most likely were sleep and nutrient deprived on top of dehydrated.”

  I open the door to a teenage kid carrying a box with our lunch and he gawks at me.

  “Hey, thanks for bringing this up. Here's a tip.” I hand him a twenty since I already paid for the food on the app and take the box from him.

  His stare goes back and forth from me to the twenty, then he grins and thanks me a bunch before running down the hallway toward the elevator. I stand there for a minute before I laugh and close the door. I don't know if I'll ever get used to being a celebrity to people.

  Epilogue

  Gaige...

  It's been three months since the Griffin's won the cup, that many since I found out I was going to be a dad, and that long since Dasia had to deal with a crazy dude I called a teammate.

  We're hosting a BBQ to announce the pregnancy, at least to the ones who don't already know. People are also using it as a housewarming party, even though we moved in months ago, this is the first time they're coming to our new place. And even though Dee is four months along, she hasn't shown more than a small bump that she says makes her look like she just ate a feast.

  We're also celebrating the fact that Dasia won't need to testify against Vadik. The police caught up with Eva before she made it out of the state and the DA talked her into a plea deal. Basically she testifies against Lex and she'll only have to serve a small sentence for being an accomplice. Turns out she was also involved with his assault against Moriah as well, since she was the one who stalked the girl while Vadik was out of town and kept tabs to report back to him. Both Dasia and Moriah gave their official statements to the judge for the case and were dismissed from actually being there.

  “Hey babe, some of the guys are here, do you want to start the grill up?” She breaks me out of my deep thoughts as I'm chopping vegetables.

  “Oh, yeah I'm on it.” I say turning to wash my hands in the sink. “You want to finish chopping the veggies?”

  She nods as I kiss her forehead and head out back where half my teammates are already working on putting a tent over the tables and seating that I set up earlier. I knew better than to try setting up a full popup tent by myself. I could probably do it, but Dasia would more than likely have an aneurysm or demand on helping me which I'm not allowing since I don't want her to strain herself. She told me I was an idiot for treating her w
ith kids gloves already, but If I'm around to do something why not do it for her while she helps by looking gorgeous and talking to me. She didn't like that response either. It was our first big fight.

  It was also our first time for make-up sex. She's been picking small fights ever since, just so we can do that all over again and admitted that last week. It's kind of cute, but I told her if she wants that kind of making love, all she has to do is ask. We've christened the whole house minus one room now.

  “Dude, this place is awesome!” Jaq says in his slight French accent. He just flew back from Quebec a couple days ago, so the accent is a bit more prominent than normal.

  “Thanks. It turned out pretty great.” I reply.

  “So, have you baptized the whole place with Dasia, yet?” Kristof chuckles. He and I have become closer this summer and so has Monica and Dee. She still talks to Storm like crazy and even goes to visit often, but Mo and Kristof are a little closer so we see them more.

  I give him a look in response, telling him that although I get this is locker room talk, I'm not answering him verbally. Dasia chooses that moment to come out the back doors with the girls hot on her heels, each carrying a basket of something. One has utensils and plates, another has condiments, and then there's the one with the side veggies for salads and toppings for the grilled items. I decided to make cauliflower burgers and not tell the guys. Dee thought it would be hilarious since guys like Karter claim they can't live without meat in their lives. She has turkey burgers that she pattied up and left in the garage fridge just in case. I don't think he'll be able to tell the difference, but we shall see.