“About whether this will affect the guys’ careers or not.” We both nibble our lips in the same manner at my worry.
“Well, I guess it’s up to you to say, hey, will this ruin you, and them to reassure you that they couldn’t give a flying fuck.” She shrugs, making it sound so simple.
Heck, maybe it could be.
SEVEN
Major
We wound up texting with Asta late into the night before she finally passed out around two. It started with a question she needed us to think about before she would call again, and the little minx demanded we not just respond but rather take it into consideration before giving her the answer.
Will a relationship like ours affect our careers?
We were all ready to give her a no, or we don’t fucking care if it does, and it would be the truth. We don’t. And it won’t. Even if someone tried to ruin us because of the choices in our personal lives, there’s not a damn thing we wouldn’t do to keep her.
Our game in Chicago is tonight, so we traveled today, and our communication with Asta has been sporadic because she was also working at the little coffee shop around the corner from her house. Knowing that we must prepare for the game tonight, we’ve set up a FaceTime date afterwards, once we’re back in our hotel. Since then, we’ve been discussing what will happen when our relationship becomes public knowledge. Because itwillhappen. Sooner rather than later if I have my way. I don’t care who knows about the four of us. The more that do, the better, as far as I’m concerned.
“You guys got your heads in the game tonight?” Joe asks as he passes us in the locker room at the United Center.
“Always.” Colton frowns at him as he laces up his skates. “Why would you ask?” He drops his foot onto the ground and stands at full height. Colt is…nice. He’s the guy you go to when you have a problem and need help fixing it, but since Asta, I’ve seen a whole new side to him, and I have the feeling he’s not going to be Mr. Nice Guy when faced with any kind of confrontation regarding our girl.
“You guys weren’t all there during the last game. Wanted to make sure you weren’t distracted.” He shrugs, not cluing in to how close to a beatdown he is at Colt’s hands right now.
“How aboutweworry about what happens on the ice, and you worry aboutyou,” Diesel snaps from his relaxed position on the bench in front of me as he texts with Asta. From the glimpse I catch, he’s telling her in detail just what he’d like to be doing to her pussy right now and how excited he is to get his dick into her tight little ass the next time we see her.
Raising his hands, Joe steps back, “Sorry, man, you guys just weren’t playing like normal, is all.”
“You want to lace up for one of us?” Dies grunts, shutting his phone off and slipping it into his locker. Spearing Joe with his intense stare as the man shrinks back. “Because I’ll let you take my position tonight.”
Joe visibly swallows, shakes his head no, mumbles an apology, and runs off. “I think you scared him,” Colt laughs.
“You good?” I inquire as Diesel stands, grabbing his stick and helmet.
“Yeah, just don’t like being questioned about my skills. Sure as shit don’t like the distance between us and our girl. We need to lock her down.” There’s an underlying note in his tone.
“Oh yeah?” Colt grins, eager to do the same.
“You mean knock her up.” I verbalize what isn’t being said.
Diesel grins. “I took her birth control; we’ve all come inside her a few times now. It could be possible.”
“You don’t even know if that’s the kind of life she wants,” I point out. His grin dies a slow death as he frowns.
“Don’t burst my fucking bubble. I can’t help picturing her round with a baby…one of our babies…one of many we’ll give her. You don’t see it yet ‘cause you’re a fucking cynic, but it’s happening, and when it does, you better worship that woman.” Storming off, Diesel slams out of the locker room as Colton and I share a look.
“He’s right, you know.” I raise a brow. “She could be pregnant already.” As we make our way out to the ice, it really sinks in for me. Asta could be carrying a second life inside of her already. Her body could be preparing her for our seed to take root inside her belly, and the more I think about it, the more I realize I want exactly what Diesel is panting after.
As we skate onto the ice, I wait for the anthem to be sung before leaning over to Diesel and telling him quietly, “When we hit New York, she’s our first stop, and we aren’t stopping until she’s carrying one of our babies.” His grin is the biggest I’ve ever seen it as he slaps my back with a hand.
“Fuck yeah!” His shout garners the attention of our teammates, who shake their heads at the three of us, knowing we’re thick as thieves. Always have been.
* * *
Diesel
My grin and mood can’t be wiped away. No matter how much the other team chirps at me, bragging about their winning streak, riding a high that they’re too stupid to realize is about to crash. Because nothing is about to sour my mood, even if we were to lose this game—which we won’t.
Colt and Major are on board with knocking our girl up and knowing that is better than any high a drug could give me.