Page 140 of Exposed on the Blue Line

“I’ll see you later,” Luca says with a big grin before he skates back out onto the ice.

The game is tied 2-2, and everyone is on the edge of their seats.

I’m so nervous, I lost count of how many beers I’ve chugged down to keep myself from screaming obscenities in front of the Quakes’ owners. Technically, they’re all family, but I haven’t seen them since I was eleven and there’s no way I’m giving Peter’s brothers any bad impressions. Not when I just got a family back in my life.

Before I left Drexton Hall, I stopped at Miracle Remedies and bought all the fucking incense they had for good luck. I burned them in a circle around Luca’s jersey and his boxers he left the last time he was there. I really hope it works.

The game is going into overtime and the guys take their positions for the puck to drop. It’s won by Vegas and sent toward the Quakes zone. Luca is on them, stalking his prey across the blue line. He slams his body into the other player, knocking him on his ass before passing the puck back to Remy, the other defensive player for the Quakes.

The puck is passed out into the neutral zone and a Quakes forward, Hopper, is on it. I know all these guys’ nicknames and every detail of their lives from my late-night chats with Luca.

Hopper gets caught on the boards and Luca goes barreling over to save him and the puck. It’s a fight of bodies pressed into each other as their sticks scrape the ice to try to move the puck from the wall and to their respective teammate.

The puck comes free and Bryce Carson, the Quakes best forward, passes it back to Remy. Remy keeps control, giving the Quakes the upper hand as they square off around the net. Passing it back and forth, looking for the best shot.

Remy to Luca, back to Remy to Carson. He shoots, and it deflects to Hopper, then to the right wing, Grogs. He passes back to Luca. Luca shoots a quick slapshot, sailing toward the net. My heart stops in my chest on a deep inhale and I’m on my feet, watching the puck sail through the crease. The Vegas goalie stops it from crossing the line with the edge of his stick, but Carson is right there. He tips it up and right back into the net.

I’m screaming and jumping with the sound of the buzzer and the winning goal my man just assisted on. And the San Jose Quakes are headed to the Stanley Cup Finals.

We are going to celebrate so hard tonight. I am going to lock Luca to the bed and not stop pleasuring him until all the cum in his balls is dried out.

Luca

Kandace has plans to take me up to the room and have her way with me, but the guys stopped me for a drink first.

Only one drink. We have a couple of days before the finals start, but we have to be at our best.

She hasn’t stopped touching me, and making promises of what’s sure to be a fantastic night, but I have other plans. I knew exactly what I wanted to do the moment I saw her in the stands. I knew we’d win. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to lose that game, but either way, tonight is the night.

“Finish your drink faster and I may let you eat my pussy before I’m choking on your cock,” Kandace whispers in my ear as she comes and straddles my lap. Getting anxious to leave. She's pulling out all the stops.

“We’re going to have the rest of our lives to decide who gets to come first,” I tease her, running my hands over her luscious ass.

“Funny, since you haven’t asked me again,” she says quietly, showing her annoyance that I haven’t proposed again yet, but quickly moves on. “That’s going to be a never-ending fight, but tonight I’m going to do things to you that you never imagined. You’re going to be coming so much that you won’t be able to come again for weeks.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I will gladly take on that challenge.” I chug the last of my drink and slip her off my lap while saying goodnight to the guys and their significant others.

Kandace drags me toward the elevator to go to our room, but I stop her in the lobby and force her out toward the door and to the chapel I noticed next door.

I don’t have to ask Kandace to marry me again. I already know she’s going to. She’s had a few drinks tonight, but I don’t care. It doesn’t matter if she’s drunk or not, she’s mine and she wants this just as much as I do. It’s not the first time she’s mentioned me not proposing, but it will be the last.

“Luca,” she pulls against me and stops under the bright lights shining on the sidewalk. “Take me upstairs now before I strip you down and fuck you on this street.”

I crowd into her, towering over her short frame in those sexy four-inch heels and the tiny gold dress she changed into. I keep backing her up to the place I want her to go with a grin plastered on my face.

“There’s something we need to do first.”

She tries to look furious at me, but she enjoys the suspense and our little game of who gets to control tonight. I always win.

“If it doesn’t involve your cock—”

I turn her around before she can finish her thought. If she keeps giving me details of what she wants to do with my cock, we’re going to get married with a stiff tent in my pants.

I hold her back against my chest as she looks up at the chapel in front of us. Her mouth hangs open as she takes in what’s about to happen. I don’t want her to have any doubts about this, and I didn’t even consider the idea if she says no.

My heart says to go for it and I’m all in.

“Kandace,” I say, lifting her left hand in front of us and slipping on the clear aquamarine ring onto her finger. “You are my heart. My joy. My everything. From the first moment you rolled your eyes at me, my heart became yours. I don’t want to waste another minute of our lives not being bound to you.”

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