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Covered in his cum, I feel claimed. Owned. This man owns me, body and soul. And then I look up at Ben, and know he owns me, too. And when I find Scott, still stark naked, big arms crossed across abroad chest, looking content and smug as hell. I know they all own me.
"Alright, darling. Time for a bath. You've made quite a mess."
And I smile. Because I want to spend the rest of my life making messes with these men.
Chapter thirty-nine
Scott
I'm the grumpy one. I'm the coach people respect with a healthy amount of fear. I always try to be fair, but firm. It's how my coaches were growing up and it always seemed more effective than the coaches that wanted to be your friend.
Friendly coaches aren't taken seriously.
Grumpy ones are.
So, it's not surprising to me that the smile on my face has caused more than a handful of second glances.
I just can't fucking help it. So, I lock myself in my office for most of the day. This afternoon is family day at the arena - a time for wives, girlfriends, kids, and other family members to take the ice with their hockey players.
It's a way of showing the family that we appreciate the sacrifice and patience it takes to love a professional hockey player.
But I have enough emails to catch up on to keep me busy until I meet everyone downstairs.
Ben and Jonesy took Lacey for a spa day - mani/pedis and a blowout, whatever the hell that is. I know the toll Lacey's pregnancy and family have been having on her, so I'm grateful for the other two knuckleheads giving me back up. If it were just she and I, she'd be home alone right now. Or at the arena with me, waiting until I caught up on admin tasks.
The night of the wedding was the hottest night of my life. I loved taking Lacey alone. But seeing her writhing, desperate, andworshipped properly had me harder than rock. I know I'm good in bed, and the chemistry between Lacey and me is off the charts.
But the desperate, feral, completely-overwhelmed-with-pleasure Lacey? With me in her pussy, Jonesy at her breasts and Ben kissing her senseless?
That was an image I wanted to hire a professional painter to recreate.
Or tattooed on the backs of my eyelids so I can see it again whenever I close my eyes.
My smile widens. And I get her for the rest of my life.
I may not have been the one to marry her, but deep in my soul, I know as long as I don't fuck this up, we'll be growing old together.
I should feel guilty about being twenty years older than her. That she'll have to take care of me when I'm old and feeble. And that I'll pass long before she will. But that makes me feel even more sure that this entire crazy relationship works because of how Ben and Garrett are there, too.
Like today. They're taking care of my woman while I catch up on work. And when they are still playing competitively, I'll have retired and can take care of her when they can't.
And the swell of her stomach? Her breasts are heavier now, too, as they prepare to feed our babies. Fuck, I've even imagined her nipples dripping with milk and it makes me completely feral. I even had to Google it. Apparently being incredibly turned on by your partner's pregnancy is called maiesiophilia. And being turned on by your partner lactating is called lactophilia.
I'd thought I'd been too old for new kinks, butfuck. I'd keep her pregnant and breastfeeding forever. Hopefully she'll want more kids after the trauma of these two heals.
I reply to a handful of emails from Siobhan with PR opportunities - interviews, puck drops at some Junior league games, non-profit events. And a few from our defensive coordinator with game footage from our opponents the next handful of games.
Maybe I'll go over them with the boys tonight after dinner. Ben's young, and he just moved up from rookie status to third string this year, but he's got a good head on his shoulders and the potential to become one of the best. He's humble, dedicated, and hungry to learn.
Garrett's a contradiction. He makes everything into a joke, but I've seen how determined he is on the ice, and how much fire he brings to the game. It'd be easy to toss him in the category of spoiled rich kid who got ahead because of Mommy or Daddy's money, but underneath the flippant personality is a deeply driven man. Which makes me think he's doing this for himself and maybe doesn't have the support I assumed he had.
I think it's time to get to know my girlfriend's husband better.
I chuckle to myself as I shut down my computer and walk down to the main arena where the staff is setting everything up.
As I'm approaching the arena I hear raised voices coming from the locker hallway.
I stop as I recognize Lacey's. Where the fuck are Ben and Garrett?!
