Steele
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I still have good legs, stamina, and a lot to offer this team. But I don’t need the money. I’ve had all the glory. While hockey is still a passion, it’s not my main one now.
I head upstairs to check on Lucy. Our visit to the shelter was a lot of fun. We played with a variety of dogs and a group of wiggly adorable puppies. The shelter volunteer thought they were part golden retriever and part shepherd. There were three girls and two boys, and I simply couldn’t see how Lucy would be able to choose because not one stood out as better than the other. I expect if we let her, she would have brought the whole litter home.
Her bedroom door is partially open with the glow of light peeking out. I step inside, glancing at the wire kennel on her floor.
Empty.
Lucy is sound asleep on her bed with her new dog curled into her side. He lifts his head, blinks sleepily at me, then lays it back down on her chest.
He’s not a puppy. In fact, the volunteer didn’t have a lot of information on him, but the vet who checked him out estimated his age was somewhere in the five-year range.
To mine and Ella’s surprise, after playing with the puppies and walking the rows of cages, Lucy decided on adopting an older dog, who was frankly… unadoptable. He’d been at the shelter for almost six months. I can honestly say he’s the ugliest dog I’ve ever seen.
Lucy named him Tramp, and his fur is all wiry and stiff. Half an ear is missing, presumably from a fight on the streets before he was brought in, and somehow his tail had gotten broken and mended at an odd angle halfway down.
It was instant love between Lucy and this gremlin of an animal, and she insisted he was the one.
While it was probably a risk bringing home a dog that had spent a lot of time on the streets fending for itself, then another several months locked in the cage, I knew from his soulful brown eyes that he was the one for my daughter.
Lucy couldn’t have made a better choice, and it warmed my heart to see her choose the underdog.
No pun intended.
I move to the side of her bed, lean over, and kiss her forehead lightly so as not to wake her, then scratch the top of Tramp’s head. He opens one eye to look, and I swear his mouth curves into a smile before he falls asleep.
Turning the light out, I move downstairs and into the master bedroom.
I grin when I find Ella in a sexy pose in the middle of our bed. She has on a lacy red bustier that does fantastic things to her breasts, along with sheer panties that let me see plenty of the heaven between her legs.
Faking a yawn, I move to the dresser to take off my watch. “Sorry, babe. Not interested. It’s been a long day.”
She snorts behind me, and I hear her roll off the bed.
Slowly, I turn to face her. She stares back with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “So be it,” she purrs, then starts to unlace the bustier at the front. “I’ll just need to get out of this as it’s uncomfortable as hell.”
I’m transfixed as with every lace that’s pulled out her tits expand until they break free. The corset falls to the floor, and now my wife stands there in nothing but those see-through red panties.
“Are you sure I can’t tempt you before I put some clothes on?” she asks. It’s a stupid question as I was tempted the minute I walked in the room. There’s no doubt I’m going to fuck her tonight, but I enjoy this little game.
I shrug as if I’m not sure.
“Because,” she replies in a husky voice. Her hand slides down her belly, dips into the edge of her panties, then pushes downward. “I’m feeling a bit needy.”
Christ… she’s a siren, and because those panties are so sheer, I can see exactly what she’s doing between her legs with her fingers. Her head falls back, and she moans.
I’m on her in a flash, picking her up and tossing her to the bed. I come down on top of her, my mouth fusing with hers in a searing kiss. She squirms under me, pushing her hands between our bodies to undo the button and zipper on my jeans. My hand goes between her legs, inches under the crotch of those panties, and finds her wet and lush for me.
Once she has me in her hand, there’s simply no time for me to get naked. With words and undulations and a firm pull on my cock, I’m jerking the crotch of her panties to the side and slamming into her.
Ella lets out a scream of pleasure, and my hand immediately clamps down on her mouth. I can see her grinning even though it’s just her eyes visible as they’re squinted and creased at the edges.
“Can’t have you waking up the kid and dog,” I growl. “And because this might be a little rough and a lot fast, I’m just going to keep my hand right here, okay?”
She nods enthusiastically, snaking her hand back down between our bodies so she can play with her clit. Fuck, I love how much she enjoys sex and pleasure. She has no inhibitions.
I pull out, slam back in, and wonder briefly if my zipper is digging into her skin. When her other hand settles on my ass to urge me to go harder, I don’t give it another thought.
True to my word, I fuck my wife rough and fast, and we both find that orgasmic high together.
God, it’s good to be home again.
♦
Later, after we get cleaned up and Ella’s in one of my t-shirts and plain cotton panties—which are just as sexy to me—we lay spooned in bed with the lights out.
“Today was a good day,” I remark.
“A happy day for the books,” she replies softly.
Happiness—something I won’t ever take for granted again.
“I thought when you first told me you loved me it was the happiest moment in my life,” I say in the dark.
That stirs her, causing her to flip so she can face me, even though it’s too dim to see each other’s faces clearly. Instead, her fingers come to my cheeks, and she presses her palms against them.
“Then,” I continue. “When we found out you were pregnant, that was the happiest day of my life.”
“Jim,” she murmurs, emotion thick in that one word.
“When you said “I do” at our wedding, again… that was the happiest moment. And when Lucy was born, that took over as my happiest moment.”
“They were my happiest moments, too,” she whispers, touching her lips softly to mine.
“Notice anything missing?” I ask, but I don’t wait for her to respond. “None of my ‘happiest’ moments had a damn thing to do with hockey.”
“Not even winning the Cup?” she asks in awe.
And while that was a momentous occasion, I would give it up in a moment to experience the level of happiness any one of those other occasions gave me. “Not even the Cup,” I assure her.
I pull her in closer, tucking her head into my neck.
“But this moment right here, sweet Ella,” I say softly with a press of my lips to the top of her head. “It’s the happiest yet.”
She sighs, cuddles in tighter, and murmurs sleepily, “I love you so much, Jim.”
I’m smiling as I fall asleep.
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