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I shiver and close my eyes, trying to nestle my ass back for him. I need him to come inside me. To brand my soul.
“I will,” he says, as if he’s read my mind. “But we have all night and I’m not ready to let this round end yet. Maybe when you’re ready for another orgasm, I’ll come with you. Or maybe by your third.”
I whimper and grip the bed, my cock already filling up again. Then I reach my other hand to his hip and lick my lips. I get to enjoy this man for the rest of my life.
A silly smile spreads across my face.
THIRTY-FIVE
EGON
The school toldme I still need to live on campus because of hockey. All student athletes are required to. So, naturally, I don’t listen. All of my things are in Rake’s studio apartment. He brought in a larger dresser and got rid of the small one and added another desk. Otherwise, it stayed the same.
Ourapartment is my favorite place to be. Even when he wasn’t here, I know that he’ll be back. We share this place. My pillow is on the bed. We bought a new comforter, a bigger one, together. The sheets are new, too. 800 thread count, gray Egyptian cotton. They’re heaven.
The kitchen is so stocked with food, I’m sure Rake spends a fortune. But there’s always food of all kinds. And since I come home sometimes and there are food storage containers lining the fridge and the freezer just after we have a food delivery, I’m sure he’s hired someone to cook it all, too.
I feel like I’m being spoiled. But then, after coming back from the chalet where we were literally waited on by a rather gorgeous man from the moment we woke up until the second we locked ourselves in the bedroom, I have a feeling that this is just the life Rakesh is used to.
He once told me that time is valuable. And especially when you have someone to share it with, you don’t want to be wasting that time doing something mundane like cooking or laundry. It was worth the expense.
I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d feel that way if money was something he concerned himself with.
Rake presented me with a bankcard before we left for the chalet and set up my access online through an app on my phone. There is something far too intimidating about looking at it though, so I never log in. And rarely do I use the card. Honestly, I have no need to.
When my phone pings, I glance down to see a text and the smile that always comes to my face when anything has to do with Rake slides into place.
Rakesh Aahnu—husband
Don’t be late. Win tonight.
I smile, and like a silly girl, I pat my screen. Then I shake my head at how ridiculous I am. With a couple of bottles of Gatorade in my hands and my gym bag over my shoulder, I leave our apartment and make the short walk to campus.
Our first game since coming back from break is this evening. The first one without Caulder.
I called Caulder as soon as I got back to campus because I wanted him to hear it from me that I got married after finals. That my name has now changed. He was excited for me. He even invited us out to Buffalo to celebrate, and he’d hook us up with meeting the team.
Rake said we’d go this summer, but I didn’t say that. He’s already promised me a trip around the world for the summer, which is a lot to do in three months; so I’m not going to add more to that right now.
Stepping inside the locker room, most of my teammates are already there and it occurs to me that perhaps I should have told them about my name change before the game. I can already see my new jerseys hanging in my cubby. As always, I don’t like to change the mental dynamics of my team, so I never found the right time to say it.
However, I’m too fucking excited as I drop my bag and pull the jersey out. There it is. Number nine. And where it once said Wolf, it now reads Aahnu. I bite my lip as my stomach flips.
My rings are already off. There’s typically enough time between classes and hockey related activities that I leave my rings at home. The cubbies are open wide to anyone who comes into the locker room, and although nothing has ever gone missing, I don’t want to take a chance with anything so important and priceless.
Rake’s father told me that those rings have been in their family for a very, very long time. It made me all the more nervous to leave them anywhere I wasn’t 1,000% confident was safe. An open cubby was just not that place.
That also means that I haven’t had a reason to bring it up to my teammates. Now isn’t really the right time considering we have a big game in the next half an hour, but it’s not like I can keep it a secret. Not anymore.
Holding it to my chest, I turn around. Most of the guys I’m friends with are there. Without Caulder, I don’t see anyone missing. But Caulder already knows.
“Alright,” I say, gaining attention in the quiet room. “This is entirely a bad time to lay this out there, but I can’tnotsay anything since it’s going to be obvious in the next ten minutes.”
Expectant but confused gazes land on me as everyone stops stripping or dressing, depending on what stage they’re at in their own pre-game routine.
I turn the jersey around to display my name. “I got married over break,” I say and then wait, breath held.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Jipson says, throwing his head back. “Seriously, Egon, I thought this whole thing was a phase.”
