Page 117 of Waiting For Fate

I check my phone before heading to the ice for warmups and see a text from Leah saying she and Lyssa are grabbing drinks before heading back to their seats.

“Hey man, I’m really glad our girls became fast friends. Lyssa really needed someone like Leah,” Matty says from where he’s starting his stretches next to me.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’re happy about it. Because when she became friends with Leah, she got four bonus friends too.” I give him a playful warning look.

“So I heard,” he laughs. “It’s good.” The tone of that last sentence hits a little different, but before I can ask if everything is okay I hear her.

“Have my babies’ number thirteen!” I snicker at the remark, remembering how someone said that while we were out not too long ago. Leah looked like she wanted to scratch that girl’s eyes clean out of her head. When my eyes land on her, time stops around me—the way it only ever does with Leah— because she’s wearing a pair of skin-tight blue jeans, a gray beanie over her loose, wavy hair and she’s pointing to her back. Where on a bright-green jersey are my name and number. She must have had Lyssa bring it for her so she could surprise me, since we came here early together.

“Yes ma’am,” I yell back. When she turns around with the brightest smile on her face, I return it with my own and give her a wink. She takes her beer from Lyssa, and they head back up the steps to their seats and I’m left wishing the game was over before it ever starts.

We’re tied with only ten seconds left in overtime, with the puck way too close to our net for my liking, when someone takes a shot that ricochets into the air. Swatted to the ground by their center, I pick it up and take off down the ice with Javi and Matty on either side of me. I pass to Javi, who takes his shot—blocked by the goalie who sends it right to my blade—and I slap it into the net right before the buzzer sounds. The noise from the crowd is deafening as the team piles in on us to celebrate.

As soon as I’m out of the locker room and round the corner, Leah is running full sprint towards me. She jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist, and I pull her lips down to mine.

“That was amazing!” The elation on her face is everything I’ve dreamed of for my entire career. Having not just a girl that loves me by my side and excited about a game like this one, but having the girl. The one I always wished would love me back and be proud of what I’m doing. “Are we celebrating?”

“Hell yeah we are.” I kiss her again and slap her ass before placing her feet back on the ground.

“Where are we going?” I wrap my arm around her and bring my lips down to her ear.

“The room.”

“I thought for sure you’d want to go out and celebrate. That last play was incredible.” I press the keycard to the door and the light turns green.

We barely make it through the door before I drop my bag on the floor and wrap her in my arms, pinning her to the wall. Her eyes fall to my lips as her breaths pick up in speed.

“You know what will be more incredible? Burying myself inside of you while I watch you come apart with my name on your lips and on your back.” Those green eyes finally land on mine, and she nods impatiently.

I drop to my knees and make quick work unlacing her sneakers, pulling them off before unbuttoning her jeans. I slide them down her legs, kissing a path up her bare skin. I rub my nose teasingly along her clit, inhaling her scent because I can’t get enough of her. I have never starved for someone the way I starve for her. I take advantage of the fact she’s wearing lace tonight, rip her underwear from her hips and kiss her everywhere I can—along her thighs, her hips, her stomach, her clit—if I never did anything else but kiss this woman, I’d consider myself lucky.

“You’re soaked for me, Dove.” I slide my tongue along her slit, moaning in satisfaction and savoring her sweet taste. She reaches down and tilts my chin up to look at her and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed.

“Sawyer, I need you inside me,” she whispers.

“You are so gorgeous when you tell me what you want.” I stand up and wrap her bare legs around my waist as she begins unbuttoning my blue dress shirt.

She finishes about the same time I set her ass down on the dresser across the room and she slides the shirt down my arms, letting it fall to the floor. I have my belt off and pants down within seconds, standing in only my gray boxers, which my dick is already peeking out of.

She runs her hand along my length, sliding her finger over my head bringing it to her lips to lick the precum from it, causing my hunger for her to deepen. She slides my boxers down and pulls out my cock, stroking me as her eyes stay locked on mine.

“Spread your legs wide, baby.” When her knees are as far open as they’ll go, I pull her to the very edge and sink into her. The way she holds onto me, letting her nails dig into my flesh as she welcomes me with a moan is absolutely electric.

Her touch, her sounds, her taste—everything about her pulls me deeper and deeper into her orbit. I’m no longer my own, I am hers—heart, soul, and body—every fiber of my being exists for her.

And I’ve never been fucking happier.

“Harder,” she whispers, sending my heart racing with excitement. I grip her tighter, railing into her harder, as I see my name on her back through the mirror on the wall above the dresser.

“You look so sexy with my name on your back, Dove. You look more like mine tonight than you ever have before.”

“I am yours. Only. Always. Forever.” A wicked smile spreads across my face.

“Mine,” I growl just before our lips collide. I can feel her tightening around me, her back arching as she chases her release. I lean back to slide a hand between us with plans of playing with her clit to send her over the edge, then she stops me.

“Flip me around.” I frown slightly. “So you can see your name on my back and still watch me scream your name.” The devilish smirk she gives me almost does me in.

“Fuck, I love you.” I kiss her once more before pulling her down from the dresser, flipping her around so her hands are flat on the surface and she’s facing the mirror. The gasps when I slide back in, biting her lip as I rub her clit.

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