“As much as I fucking love you.” She sighed when I lifted her into the hot stream of water. I folded her fingers around a handle so she could hold on. The water splashed off my back.
“I think you need a little elevation.” I propped her on top of one of the teak benches.
“Why?” she whispered.
But my head dove between her legs and she cooed wildly as I lapped her slit with untamed thirst for her. She quivered against my tongue. I began to fist myself, easing the pain in my balls slightly. I pumped as Noelle cried out for my tongue to pierce her. To fuck her. To give her one more orgasm.
“Shit,” she groaned. “My legs are wobbly, Novak.”
“I can take care of you.”
I released my dick. It was solid. Throbbing. Aching. She lowered herself from the bench on to my cock and I gulped with satisfaction. Her pussy craved it. She needed it. Her head fall backward, feeling the fullness of what my cock did to her.
“Don’t forget this.” I wound her fingers on the handle again, reminding her she needed traction.
“Oh God,” she cried, riding my erection.
“Fuck me, Noelle.” My tongue was everywhere. On her tits. On her throat. In and out of her mouth. Until finally, our release couldn’t resist the animalistic way we claimed each other. I roared at the shower ceiling until I had spilled every last drop inside her.
She clung to my shoulders, gasping for air.
I kissed her gently. “Let me wash you.
She nodded. “That feels good,” she mewed as I began to lather her breasts and between her legs. I soaped her back and her arms. I kissed her as the soap circled the drain and disappeared.
“I already like our honeymoon.” I nipped at her lips. “I get to play hockey and fuck my pregnant very sexy wife.” I grinned.
She slapped me on the ass. “Which one do you like more?”
I tilted her chin toward me as I seared it with an unmistakable answer. “I would give up hockey tomorrow for you.”
I turned off the water and wrapped her in a fluffy spa robe.
“Does anyone else know about the baby?” I asked. We sprawled across the bed.
“No. I think we should wait until I’m farther along.”
“Not even Alana?”
She shook her head. “She’s dealing with her own pregnancy. The third trimester isn’t easy. I don’t want to tell her until I’m sure. She will stress and I don’t want her to stress.”
I rested my hand on her stomach. “Are you worried? Is there anything I need to know about the baby or you?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not worried. Not really. I’m just trying to take it in. There’s so much to think about. My body is going to change. I don’t know about it happening so fast. I want this to be our honeymoon. A time we can focus on each other. But I had to tell you. I think we should keep it quiet for a little while. I’d like to get through a few more doctor’s appointments.”
“Your body is beautiful to me, Noelle.”
“Thank you.”
“Christmas?”
She laughed. “Yes, Christmas.”
“I think there’s something else we need to figure out.”
“What’s that?”
“We need to move. Your house isn’t big enough for another baby. And my apartment definitely isn’t big enough. I’ve signed on to the Dires for five years, as long as my leg holds. Want to buy a house?”
She blinked. “Move?”
“Yeah. You have a two-bedroom house. I like it. I really do but—”
“There’s actually a house I’ve always kind of loved.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “It’s on the market. It’s an older house, but it has a huge yard and lots of rooms. It’s my dream house really.”
“Want to see it when we get back from the honeymoon?” I rolled on my side to face her.
“I don’t want the honeymoon to be over.” She stuck out her bottom lip. I bit on it gently.
Noelle untied the sash on the robe, and it slid off her shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I growled. She straddled my waist and slid in position so that her mouth was over my cock. It twitched at the contact of her tongue.
“My turn,” she purred.
I folded my hands behind my back as my wife’s mouth did wicked things to my shaft until I was hard enough to return the favor.
Epilogue
Noelle
Every time a wave splashed my ankles it tempted me to move farther from the shore. Half of me baked in the sun, the other was shocked by the chilly water.
“Come on, Mommy,” Phoebe squealed. “It’s not cold.”
“Definitely not cold,” Jack echoed.
I laughed and took another step, cradling my bump. It surprised me how quickly this pregnancy showed compared to the first one. I wasn’t able to hide it long from my family. Not that I wanted to hide it. I wanted to be certain. Certain was good.
Jack threw Phoebe into an oncoming wave and she dove headfirst. They had practiced the same routine all morning. She emerged as triumphant as any mermaid.
“One more time,” Jack warned. “Then I’m going to sit on the beach with your mommy.” I wondered if his arms were getting tired of hurdling her toward the sky.
“Honey, you need to sit in the shade. Come on. I have tea in the cooler.” Natalie tapped my shoulder. “Come on. This kind of heat isn’t good for your condition.”
I sighed. “It’s not a condition. I’m pregnant.”
I turned from the waves and walked up the beach to where the family had camped for the day in front of our beach house. My dad read a newspaper.
“Hey there.” He smiled. “How’s the water?”
“I can’t tell. I didn’t get very far. Where are Daniel and Cal?” I asked.
“They said they needed more beer.” Natalie shook her head and handed me a tall glass of caffeine-free tea. She made certain I knew she had brewed it without the caffeine. She adjusted her golf visor and sat next to me.
“Those two never get tired, do they?” She spotted Jack and Phoebe swimming out of the waves.
“No. You should see them on the ice. I’m not sure which one has more energy. Neither one ever wants to stop skating.”
Finally, my husband emerged from the ocean. His body glistened with saltwater as it dripped down his chiseled body. My mouth went dry watching him stalk toward me. He leaned over my chair and kissed me. Jack didn’t care about our audience. We were newlyweds. I was carrying his baby. He said it turned him on more than anything. He wouldn’t apologize for kissing his pregnant wife and I never once tried to stop him.
I licked the saltwater from my lips. “Mmm. I didn’t know if you’d ever come out of there.”
He slumped into a lounge chair on the other side of me. “I was made for winter, not July.” He winked. “The only cool spot is the water.”
“I know. Natalie insists I stay under the umbrella.”
“You could burn,” she argued. “Your skin is just not the same when you’re pregnant. You know that. Why look like a lobster? You have beautiful skin, Noelle.”
“You do have beautiful skin,” Jack agreed.
I sighed. My dad loved her. I had to try too.
Cal and Daniel trudged toward us with a case of beer and a bag of ice. I watched Phoebe build a sandcastle on the edge of the surf. She learned the first day on the beach to stop constructing close to the waves.
“Want to play some corn hole?” My brothers asked.
“I’m okay for now.” I smiled. “Jack?”
He glanced at me. “Are you feeling okay? Overhot maybe?”
I laughed. It had been a long time since I heard that word. “I think I’m okay.”
“Are you sure? Because you and that bikini.” He bit his bottom lip. “I’m already overhot.” His voice was low. I didn’t think there was any way Natalie heard him on the beach. The wind ruffled the umbrella.
“Jack,” I cautioned. We we
re surrounded by my entire family. For the first time since I was a teenager, we were all together. My mom’s absence was felt, but Jack brought a new kind of love into my life, so did our baby.
July was his only month off. We decided to spend it at the beach. We rented a huge house with more rooms than people. We claimed the top floor and made sure my dad’s room was on a different level. Everyone was here for the week, but next week it would be just the three of us.
Cal’s new girlfriend canceled at the last minute. Daniel refused to bring anyone he dated. He said we’d scare them off and he didn’t want them to meet Jack. I told him if that was one of the criteria to date him, he’d never get married. I couldn’t hid Jack from all his dates.
So it was the seven of us. There was volleyball, cornhole, bike rides, trips to the ice cream parlor, and at night Jack and I tucked Phoebe in together. It was everything I remembered as a kid, but with a new kind of magic. We were making new memories. Memories as a family. Memories as a newly married couple.
“Natalie, can you keep an eye on Phoebe for a few minutes? I want Noelle to get in the air conditioning for a while. Maybe take a nap.” Jack pulled his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose to ask her.
She turned in her sun chair. “I was saying the same thing to her. It’s too hot out here for her. Yes, I’ll watch Phoebe. Take her on up to the house. Go on. I packed lunch for everybody in the cooler so the house will be quiet. You take a nap, Noelle. I’ll keep the boys out.”
Jack chuckled.
“You think you’re very clever don’t you, Mr. Novak.” I closed the glass door to the deck as the air conditioning circled us. It gave me goosebumps.
“You don’t realize how clever I am, Mrs. Novak.” His hands coasted over my growing belly. He dropped a kiss on my navel. I ran my fingers through his hair. Our eyes met.
He led me up the stairs, our fingers tangled together.
He pushed the door to our bedroom open.
I felt the fire in his stare and the heat in his fingertips when he spun me around to untie my bikini. His lips burned the side of my throat.
“Do you remember our honeymoon?” he growled.
I nodded as he undressed me in the center of the room. His wide fingers splayed over my belly. I leaned into his strong body, absorbing the strength that was this man.
“You can’t climb in bed to take a nap covered in sunscreen and sand.”
“I can’t?” I played a long.
“And you can’t take a nap until I make you come at least three times.” My heart beat wildly. My knees wobbled. He chuckled in my ear. “Too much?”
“No. No,” I protested. “Never too much.”
Jack lifted my legs from the floor as he carried me to the oversized spa shower in our suite. He turned on the water, letting the room fill with steam. I looked in his eyes. He was my everything. My love. Part of my soul. The other half of my heart.
He would do anything for me. For us.
We had beaten Charlie Babcock. We had found a way to help the Milwaukee Ice. We had found a home with the Dire Wolves. We had even started making a plan to tell Phoebe about Andrei. We’d let it be her decision whether she wanted to meet him. And if she did, Jack swore it would happen. My husband always kept his promises. I ran my fingers over my bump. This baby was proof he was a man of his word. Our Christmas miracle was on the way.
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Chapter One
Luca
Someone should take out your legs. Can’t wait to see it happen.
Maybe your dick will fall off.
Ever thought an accident might end your career or more?
You shouldn’t have any kids. They’d have your fucking face.
Could you be dead by morning?
You should get HIV, fucker.
Everyone would be happier if you were dead right now.
Cut off his balls.
Wait til someone unleashes hell on your white ass.
Anyone can win when they’re a fucking cheater.
Pussy move.
Get the fuck out of our country.
Worst team. Worst coach.
Go back before you really get hurt.
Just fucking die already.
Overpaid, overrated, not going to last long.
* * *
I’d hit the 300 mark. 300 death threats in one night. That had to be a record. I set records. That’s what I did. But never anything like this. There were 300 messages, all directed toward me. For what reason? Because I won? Because they lost? People thought I deserved to die. Fans from the other team. What kind of animals were they? I knew the answer. Cowards. My chest vibrated with a growl. I pressed the side of my phone until the screen was black. I stared at the ceiling, forcing myself not to read another word.
I couldn’t help it. I picked it back up again and scrolled to the picture I had posted on the public account, the one that invited comments from hell. The team photographer had sent it to me. He was there when I circled the ice with the trophy in the air. He captured the moment when I hoisted it high over my head. I watched in disbelief as the comment number kept climbing.
My stomach tightened and turned sour at the same time. What the fuck was happening? We won. I won. I scored the goal that brought home the Stanley Cup. But it wasn’t the joy of winning that was gripping me, it was something dark and intrusive. Like a looming thunderstorm that crackled with lightning, but never released the rain. Hovering. Threatening. Sinister. Its tentacles reached in all directions, no matter where I looked. It overshadowed the win. I was pissed about that maybe more than anything.
I wondered if any of the other guys were dealing with this. I thought about texting Viktor or Roman. But what if it was only me? For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to reach out to anyone.
I climbed out of bed and splashed water on my face. When I lifted my head to look at my face in the bathroom mirror, I didn’t see the reflection of a champion. I saw dark eyes haunted by demons from his past and present. I tried to convince myself it was the fatigue finally setting in. It had caught up to me after I had outrun it for over twenty-four hours. The hollowness swallowing me was only exhaustion. I cupped a handful of water over my nose and mouth. I listened to the plip plop of the droplets splashing in the modern sink basin. The water dripped from my chin. The stubble looked dark like my eyes.
I was pushing through on fumes. I had done press. Drank my weight in champagne out of the Cup. Partied with most of my teammates and the Dires’s dance squad.
The knot in my stomach expanded. I turned off the light and trudged back to bed. I landed with a thud, shaking the mattress. I needed to get through a few more hours and then I’d be out of here.
My bags were packed. The flight to Belize was booked for an early morning departure. I had to believe this shadow would blow over like a storm. The Whales were angry they lost. They needed someone to blame. A place to shove their vitriol. A way to vent. Fuck it. They’d get over it by the time my off-season vacation was over.
I rolled on my side, forcing myself to sleep and forget that there was an angry mob in the world who didn’t want me to wake up in the morning.
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