Crosby: I can’t get the image of you shaking under me out of my head. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come for me?

  I bit my lip—just reading his words turned me on. Knowing that just the thought of me engulfed his mind was intoxicatingly sexy.

  Me: Come play with me Daddy. I want to feel you so badly.

  Crosby: I want my princess to crawl on her hands and knees over to my cock and beg for me to place it in her mouth.

  Me: Please Daddy, I want nothing more than to taste you right now.

  Crosby: I am going to throat fuck you until I see that makeup run down your cheeks.

  I slipped my hand into my sleep shorts and under my cotton panties, letting my middle finger glide over my throbbing clit. Will’s words coursed through me, sending my body into overdrive.

  Me: My panties are soaked.

  Crosby: You better be touching yourself like a good little girl and thinking about Daddy’s cock slamming into the back of your throat.

  Me: It’s turning me on that you have to sit there with your entire team and act casual, all the while aching to feel me.

  Crosby: You have no idea, baby. I can’t stop thinking about your eyes glancing up with your mouth full of my cock. Your gorgeous eyes beg for me to stop, but I push down on the back of your head and make you take more, stabbing at the back of your throat, choking you with joy on your new favorite toy.

  Me: What else, Daddy? What else do you want right now?

  Crosby: Daddy is going to lift you up and pin you against the wall then rail you like he’s never felt something so astonishing in his life. I want to rediscover carnal pleasure inside of you. Then I’ll hold you up and make you take every inch like the beautiful little girl you are.

  Me: Holy fuck, yes sir.

  Crosby: I’ll take you from behind, slipping myself in slowly and watching your mouth widen farther at every inch. I’ll cover your mouth and thrust slowly and rhythmically, making sure to give the last inch a hard shove deep into that beautiful pussy of my little girl.

  Tingles shot down my spine as I closed my eyes and played Will’s words like a movie in my head. Panting, I rubbed my swelling button while my thoughts consumed me. A low moan escaped as I plunged one finger into my wetness, still working my clit with my thumb. The scene overtook me entirely and I longed for Crosby to be watching as I pleasured myself on his balcony while hundreds of people hurried to work on the streets stories below me.

  With a shaking hand, I typed another text.

  Me: I’m about to come, Daddy.

  Crosby: Come for me, baby, like the perfect princess you are.

  My body shook as my climax engulfed me.

  Me: That was incredible, Will. Just so you know, I am on your balcony.

  Crosby: That is the hottest thing ever, babe. You’re amazing. I can’t wait to be home to you.

  He was heading to game six of the Stanley Cup and I knew I should have just left him alone so he could get his head in the game, but how could I resist a conversation like that?

  Me: We’ll have tons of fun tomorrow night when you get home.

  Crosby: You have no idea how much I am looking forward to that. Where are you watching the game?

  Me: I’m going over to Myla’s tonight. I’ll probably end up just crashing there.

  Crosby: Sounds like a great plan, sweetheart. Have a great time and I will talk to you later.

  Me: Bye babe.

  “Look at all of our sexy boys with those tantalizing beards.” Myla was practically drooling. Her pregnancy was nearing its end, and she was really feeling the hormones.

  Simon plopped down on the couch in between us. “My favorite time of year is playoff beard season. Yummy!”

  Shaw waved him off from the other side of the large living room. “Honey, look all you want, ’cause this chin is staying clean shaven.”

  I could see how uncomfortable Griffin was getting from them flirting in front of him, and it was quite funny. He had moved in with Shaw and Olive, so I figured he would be used to it, but at least he was trying to be a good sport about it.

  “Myla, are you guys all ready for the baby?” Liv asked from Griffin’s lap.

  Myla popped up. “Want to see the nursery?”

  “Sure!” Griffin and Olive followed Myla into the back hallway.

  Sean and Jessica were working, which completely sucked, but they promised to listen to the game on the radio. Karla didn’t want to bring the kids out and her sitter flaked on her last minute, so she wasn’t going to be able to make it either.

  “How’s everything been at the bar?” Simon asked me.

  “I just finished up an assignment and I don’t start another one for a couple of weeks. I am definitely enjoying the time off.”

  “It must be nice to have a chance to recharge those batteries,” Shaw added in.

  “That is a total understatement. If I didn’t have these breaks, I would totally burn myself out.”

  The three who had left the room joined us again right before the first faceoff.

  “I’m going to puke! I don’t know how I am going to get through this game.” Myla remarked.

  The Otters had to win that game and the following one to win the cup. There was a lot of pressure on them, and I hated thinking about how much it was taking a toll on the guys.

  “Did you talk to Gavin or Brayden today?” I asked Myla.

  She pursed her lips. “Only a little while they were at the airport. I hate that we couldn’t be there.” She rubbed her belly. Her doctor had given her strict rules about not flying this late in her pregnancy, and I knew it was eating her up that she couldn’t be there to support her husband and brother.

  “At least we will be there for game seven.”

  I put my hand on her shoulder as she signed. “Yeah, that is true.”

  The game wasn’t even close and the Otters had only one more victory standing in the way of them being Stanley Cup champions. As the buzzer sounded for the end of the game, we all leapt to our feet to high-five and hug. Myla was hysterically crying.

  “Honey, are you all right?” Simon pulled her into his side.

  “It’s the hormones. I am just so fucking happy.”

  Even though the Otters had made it to the playoffs over the last couple of years, this was the closest they had come to actually winning the Stanley Cup in God knows how long.

  After Myla and I said goodbye to everyone, we crawled into her bed.

  “I am so thankful to have you as a friend. Did you know that?” She sniffled with her head already resting on the pillow.

  “You’re so sappy with all those damn hormones swimming around in that tiny body of yours.”

  “Fuck, I know!” she wailed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I am constantly a wreck. Will you please remind me of this if I ever get the awful idea of having another baby?”

  “Sure thing, love.” I turned out the light and made myself comfortable.

  “Do you love him?” Myla asked before yawning.

  “Who, Will?”

  I could hear her head moving against the pillow and assumed she was nodding.

  “I do.”

  “You need to tell him,” she whispered.

  “Why is that?” I asked.

  “Because there’s no point in waiting. If you love someone, don’t you want them to know it?”

  I couldn’t argue with the sound logic of an overly emotional pregnant lady. “You’re right.”

  “You should text him right now and tell him.”

  “Don’t you think I should say it in person for the first time?”

  Myla’s hand landed on my side. “You can say it to him again when he gets home in the morning. You can say it every day, all day, until the day you die, and you should.”

  “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were fucking drunk, Myla.”

  She giggled. “Yeah, I would think the same thing if I heard my crazy ass right now, but you know I’m right. Grab your phone and text that stud of a goalie. Tell him you love him and want to have tons of sexy babies.

  “Go to bed crazy lady.”

  “Fine, but I better hear you typing on your damn phone within the next minute or I am not going to shut up about it.”

  “All right, you win.”

  It was something that I had been wanting to say, but I was too chicken-shit to do it. Myla was right. What was the point in waiting another minute to tell the man I loved that I loved him. He deserved to know.

  Me: I love you. I have for years.

  It only took thirty seconds for Will to respond.

  Crosby: I have loved you since the first time I met you in that bar after Gavin’s first goal.

  Me: Good night babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.

  Crosby: Sleep well baby girl.

  Chapter 16

  Jordan

  It was game seven and I was about to shit myself with nerves as we all sat in a box together. Myla couldn’t sit still and had to pee every two seconds.

  “I am going to miss this entire game sitting on the damn toilet,” she complained.

  Jessica and Karla were chatting a few seats away from me, and I couldn’t believe how calm Karla was about the entire night. I supposed it came from years of dealing with the roller coaster of being a player’s wife.

  Tears started streaming down my face as we stood for the national anthem. I wasn’t typically the sappy type, but I couldn’t have been more emotional than I was in that moment. I was consumed with so much pride and love, and my eyes were locked on my handsome goalie decked out in his number thirty-three jersey.

  Myla grabbed for her bag, excitement taking over her. “Fuck! I almost forgot.”

  She handed me a plastic bag. “What did you do?”

  She shrugged. “It actually was Gavin’s idea. He didn’t want you to feel left out up here.”

  I opened the bag to reveal my present—the best tank top in existence. It was heather gray with the Otter’s logo in the upper right corner and a huge number thirty-three in the center with the words Crosby’s Girl in scrolling cursive.

  More tears. “This is the best!”

  “The best part is that Crosby has no idea I had it made.”

  “Thank you so much!” I hugged Myla before taking our seats to watch the game.

  Our guys killed it out there. It was a clean game, no scuffling and not too much trash talk. I was impressed, to say the least.

  “I think the other guys lost their mojo after winning game three,” Griffin commented when there were only two minutes left in the third period.

  “Hush. Don’t jinx it now.” Olive sneered at Griffin and Myla whipped around to glare at him.

  He threw his hands in the air. “My bad.”

  I chuckled, shaking my head at him. “Don’t you know better by now?”

  He dropped his head. “Yeah, you’re right.”

  Luckily, Griffin did not jinx us. I couldn’t believe what I was watching. The New York Otters were holding the Stanley Cup, and we were all crying and hugging in the box as we watched our victorious men celebrate on the ice.

  “To my house!” Myla yelled.

  We all climbed into a stretch limbo and were heading to a party that was already all set up. We had figured win or lose, we were going to be gathering, so we’d prepared for every scenario.

  “Don’t worry, Jess, I remembered the Tito’s,” I teased from across the back seat.

  Her face lit up. “That is because you are incredible.”

  It didn’t take too long for the entire team to burst through the door of Gavin and Myla’s apartment.

  Gavin tried to say hi to me, but I blew him off, rushing into the arms of the only man I cared to see at that moment.

  Will picked me up and crushed my lips to his.

  “You were incredible tonight.”

  “I can’t believe we won!”

  “I fucking can. There wasn’t even a competition.”

  He set me down after kissing me one more time.

  “Oh, babe, look at what Myla got for me.” I was proudly wearing my new tank top.

  He dropped to his knee. No one was paying attention to us; we were all alone in the crowd.

  “Marry me. Right now.” Will’s eyes were locked with mine.

  “Excuse me?” I stood up a little straighter, wrapping my arms around my body.

  His hands landed on my hips as he looked up at me, tear starting to well up in his eyes. “I have waited for you for the last ten years. I finally have you and I never want to wake up next to another woman for the rest of my life. I don’t want to think about calling anyone else when I am having a bad day and just need to talk. I don’t want to relax on the balcony under a blanket drinking tea during a rainstorm with anyone but you. I don’t want to fight with anyone else when we’re both being stubborn, complain to anyone else when the Otters lose a big game, celebrate with anyone else whenever something remotely amazing happens, or buy just-because presents for anyone else when I see something that reminds me of the love of my life. It’s always been you, Jordan. It always will be. Let’s not go another day without each other for the rest of our lives. Marry me.”

  “Can I tell our friends first?

  “Is that a yes?”

  I nodded as tears down my cheeks and neck. “Yes, Will Crosby, I will marry you.”

  Crosby

  I scooped Jordan up into my arms again, twirling her around before yelling over the group of elated players and friends.

  “We’re fucking getting married.”

  Everyone stopped dead.

  Gavin called from the kitchen, “It’s about damn time.”

  Everyone laughed and then started to say their congratulations.

  Myla walked over to us. She was so pregnant she looked like she was about to burst. “You two have made this epic day even better. I am so excited. I have an entire Pinterest board ready and waiting.”

  I interjected, “Whoa, I’m not waiting a damn year while you plan this shit out.”

  Jordan cocked her head to the side. “What did you have in mind?”

  “We could be on a flight to Vegas first thing in the morning.”

  Myla looked deflated as she watched us decide to elope.

  “We’re fucking doing this, aren’t we?” Jordan said with a grin as she grabbed my hand.

  I pulled her into my side. “Let’s go pack.”

  I didn’t care about saying goodbye to my teammates or celebrating with them any longer. There was only one person that mattered to me in that moment, and she was sitting in the car next to me, about to become my wife.

  By eight in the morning, without getting a wink of sleep, Jordan and I were sitting in first class, sipping on champagne.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” She excitedly looked out the window as the plane started to pull away from the gate.

  “I can.” I grabbed her hand. “First thing we need to do is get a ring on this finger.” I thumbed her left ring finger.

  She glanced down at our interlocked fingers. “That can wait. I just want to be your wife, and I don’t need jewelry for that.” Her gaze diverted back outside.

  “Are you sure?” I fished a small velvet box out of my carryon. “I’ve been keeping this safe for you since the day I got it from my mother.”

  I pulled out a canary diamond that had been in my family for three generations. I hadn’t even considered giving it to Mindie when I proposed to her—I guess in the back of my mind, it was always meant for Jordan, and I just didn’t realize it until I let myself truly fall for her.

  Jordan was still looking out the window, completely oblivious to what I was doing. I sneakily slipped the heirloom onto her hand. Her head whipped around instantly and then her eyes got wide as she gaped at me.

  “What in the…?” She kept looking at me and then down at the ring, over and over.

  “Jordan, I promise to love and respect you until my last breath. My mother wore this ring for the entire fifty-three years she was married to my father. His mother wore it before mine, and her mother before that. It was meant to be on your finger. Look”—I spun the jewelry around on her finger gently—“it’s even the perfect size.”

  “I love you Will.”

  “And I love you, the future Mrs. Crosby.”

  The End.

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