Page 100 of Shiver
Not that he hadn’t accepted a job that had been his goal; he had. He became a certified athletic trainer, graduating with a 3.2 GPA (something he found completely incredible and unbelievable but I knew he was capable of it) at the end of May and accepted a position with the Los Angeles Golden Tides that began a couple months ago. He loves it immensely.
The only reason we are able to catch the game between Anaheim and Buffalo is because it is a home game for Anaheim.
“That was incredible,” Egon says, turning to me. His gorgeous gray eyes sparkle like storm clouds in the bright lights of the arena. “It’s so cool watching someone you used to play with on a professional team.”
I kiss him, quite inappropriately, and as always happens, Egon melts into me. He hums into my mouth, his hand fisting in my jersey. When I let him go, he murmurs, “What was that for?”
“Because you’re sexy when you’re all excited about hockey,” I tell him, stealing another kiss.
He snorts, his eyes fluttering open a little. “Yeah?”
A hit on the boards makes us turn away from him. Caulder is standing there, grinning. “Stop sucking face and get to the room!” he hollers.
Egon grins. “Don’t be jealous, man. He’s a fucking great kisser.”
Caulder rolls his eyes, but his grin never leaves his face. He points toward the door and Egon nods. His friend skates away, and he gets to his feet. “Come on, husband. Let’s go see my jealous friend. However, he’s only going to remain my friend if he doesn’t drool over you.”
I chuckle, shaking my head. We lace our fingers together and follow the crowds out. While we were invited by both Uncle Adak and Caulder to head to the back rooms where friends and family wait, we opt not to. Instead, we are going to meet them at the hotel Caulder is staying at and Adak will meet us there.
We aren’t staying in LA long. Between closing on our house and Egon’s job, we couldn’t miss too much time. He’d gotten permission from the team to miss the game tonight so he could watch his old coach and teammate play. But he’s new on the team and didn’t want to push for more time. We are staying the night but will be driving back first thing in the morning. Not three in the morning since Egon is a bit of a grump that early, but by six or so.
Besides, I have a surprise that will be waiting for him at home that is a little time sensitive. But since it won’t be dropped off until tomorrow morning, we have some wiggle room.
Egon is still talking animatedly as we head for the exits. We don’t hurry out or push our way through. Both Caulder and Adak will be here for a bit. I nod along as Egon recaps the game I didn’t see much of. And instead of paying strict attention to what he’s saying now, I watch him.
We rushed into so much of our relationship and I admit that I thought the hiccup where I royally fucked up and hurt him was going to come back to bite us at some point. But over the last year and a half, I’ve never been happier.
I thought my life was exactly how I wanted it before. Setting lofty goals and meeting them. Celebrating them on my own, somewhat smugly. Not forming any attachments and messing men up when I felt the desire.
And in my secret heart, I feared that at some point, I’d get bored with Egon. Not because he’s a boring person, but because I’ve never had anything in my life—anyone—who has kept my attention for longer than a couple weeks. Especially not someone I’m having sex with. My biggest fear after I got used to being married to him was that I’d wake up one day and our sex life would just feel meh.
Sometimes, that fear keeps me awake at night. Because my heart is all for Egon. Everything about me is all about Egon. Thankfully, my cock has received that memo and so far, it’s on board as well.
It’s not that our relationship is perfect. It’s not. I’m learning to live a life where my choices don’t just affect me and that I can’t make decisions as if they do. Even when something big in my life feels like I should be able to make that call on my own, I’ve learned that I can’t do that. I’ve sworn my life to Egon, and that means he gets an opinion on everything I do. Everything big, anyway.
I nearly messed up once and the look of hurt on his face was enough to make me beg for him to stop looking at me that way. Yes, I actually fucking begged! I won’t admit it out loud, but yeah, that’s what this man does to me.
Now I’m overly conscious of everything I decide. Even what we eat every day. Not that I prepare meals, but someone has to tell the service what we want to eat.
But what I love to do whenever we have quiet time is this. Watch my husband. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing. I could watch him reading textbooks or working on his training regimens and I’ll be thoroughly engrossed.
He’s so pretty. His hair that’s longer than he used to keep it, light in color and falling messily over his forehead. Egon’s gorgeous gray eyes that captivated me from the moment I saw them. His hard features and big smile.
This man is a god. And he’s mine.
Egon looks at me and his face heats. “Do you have to look at me like that in public?” he mutters.
I grin wider and pull him to my side. “Yep.”
He sighs, leaning into my touch. “Love you,” he whispers, and I grin far too wide. “Love you, too, baby.”
We’re outside now and already I can feel that we’re wearing too many clothes. When we get to the car, we strip down to the t-shirts miles beneath the layers we put on for the cold arena and then replace the jerseys.
“I can’t wait for you to meet Caulder,” he says.
He’s been talking like this for weeks, apparently forgetting that I’ve already met Caulder. The day he announced that he was drafted. But I let him continue. It’s fine.
We drive to the hotel and I watch Egon stare around as if he’s never been to Anaheim. He has been. I’ve taken him here before. Recently, too. When he was offered the job with LA, we came out for a week to look at houses. While here, I took him to Anaheim, and we visited with my uncle.
