Page 76 of Wake Me Up
But I don’t wait around for long. I have a family to get home to.
One Month Later
The kids went back to school today, and I’m a little nervous for them because it’s a new school, which is going to be a huge adjustment since up until now, they’ve gone to school with all the same kids.
Out of the three, Cane was the most nervous, but he’s thirteen now, and teenagers can be a little finicky anyway, I suppose. I told him to text me if he needed anything but to try to make the best of it. I’m hoping he’ll meet some kids with mutual interests, like baseball and basketball, and that’ll take the edge off his nerves.
Aviana was a tiny bit anxious but excited for the most part. She’s my social butterfly, and I have no doubt that she started her day off by making new friends.
Cash was just excited that their new school has a great hockey program, and that made it all worth it to him. Sometimes, it makes me sad that he seems to have blinders on when it comes to life—only seeing hockey and all of his goals that surround it, but it’s his choice. And like Tripp has told me time and time again, if he has a passion, we should keep it going for him.
I pull into the campus of New England University, driving slow and taking my time. I think this is the first time I’ve driven here completely alone, and I want to take it in. Turning the corner, I follow the road that leads to the arena and pull into a parking space.
Reaching across the seat, I grab the to-go box and push my door open before swinging my hip against it to knock it closed. Tripp had a meeting this morning, but he doesn’t have practice for a few hours, and I thought I’d surprise himwith lunch.
And maybe a little something else if I think we can get away with it …
Having three kids always around means we can’t just have sex whenever we feel like it. But now they are at school, and when he told me he wasn’t coming home for lunch today, I put on some sexy lingerie that I’d ordered a few weeks ago under my leggings and crewneck, and here I am, walking through the stadium doors.
I walk past the closed concession stands, hearing skates on the ice, making me think I misunderstood Tripp when he told me his schedule, but when I look out, I see it’s the women’s hockey team, and I actually stop in my tracks to watch for a moment because they all look so freaking badass.
After a few minutes of watching them running through drills, I continue on my mission to find my husband. I didn’t tell him I was coming by, and I’m really hoping to catch him off guard—but in the best way possible.
Cade’s door is closed, but his shades are open, showing the dark room and telling me he’s not here. I walk down the hallway a little farther to find Tripp’s door halfway open, but the lights are off. Knocking on the wood, I poke my head in, surprised to see him sitting at his computer.
His face lights up, and he grins at me before sitting up. “Hey, darlin’,” he says, walking around the desk and wasting no time kissing me. “This is a good surprise. How’s the house today? Quiet without the kids?”
I set the to-go bag on his desk and slide my hands around his waist. “Mmhmm. I figured I’d drop by and surprise my hardworking husband.” I look around. “What, is the university trying to save energy? Why is it so dark in here?”
“Because if I keep my lights out, I can work on my computer, and no one thinks I’m in here.” He kisses the top of my head, his talking muffled against my hair. “So, I can actually get some work done.”
I pull back, narrowing my eyes at him. “Well, fine then. I can take a hint, asshole.” I scoff, nodding toward the bag on his desk. “There’s your lunch. I’ll leave you to it.”
His hands grip my sides, and he barks out a laugh. “I didn’t mean you, sweetheart,” he says, clearly amused. “I just finished up this week’spractice schedule anyway.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “Which means I’ve got nothing but time for my sexy-ass wife.”
I cock my chin upward at him, my lips tilting into a mischievous smirk, and I nod. “That was the correct answer.”
Gripping his shirt, I narrow my eyes. “Go sit in the chair,Coach.”
I give him a teensy shove backward before I walk to the door and push it shut before twisting the lock. The blinds are already closed, but I check one more time to be sure before I start toward him. He hasn’t sat down yet, but stands in front of his chair, eyeing me over curiously.
“I said,sitdown.” I slowly unzip my hoodie, pushing it back off my shoulders and exposing the bra I had custom made.
His pupils dilate as he takes in the sight of the sheer blue bra with his jersey number on the nipples in navy—just like the Sharks’ colors.
I push the hoodie the rest of the way off, sending it into a pile on the ground as he sinks down in his chair.
“That’s my good boy,” I coo, kicking my shoes off. “And good boys get rewards, don’t they, baby?”
A low, unhinged hiss leaves his lips at the same time I hook my fingers inside my leggings and peel them down. I go slow, pushing them the rest of the way down and kicking them on the floor. I do a full circle, showing off the crotchless panties with his jersey number fabricated in the front.
I strut toward him, dragging my fingertips along his desk as I round it. Reaching forward, I run my hands down his body, stopping at the buttons of his pants and popping it open. I fumble with the zipper, tugging it downward before I begin to tug on the fabric to force them down.
Once he lifts his hips, I free his hard, long, and thick cock, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I drop to my knees, positioning myself under his desk, and slap my palms on his thighs.
“Tell me what you want,Coach.”
His dick jumps at my words, and his teeth scrape against his bottom lip roughly.
