by Kristen Echo
He bent over and removed the soiled garment with his teeth as he teased her entrance. “I should do more charity golf tournaments if you’re like this when I get home.” He licked his way up her legs and coated her stomach with kisses. “We raised over three hundred thousand for the children’s hospital.”
It was a worthy cause. She was so proud of him for organizing the tournament. Jill had helped with the planning and volunteered for the first half, but her doctor’s appointment had forced her to leave early.
One elbow slipped off the countertop, causing her back to flatten against the granite surface. “That’s amazing. Tell me more later. Right now, I need you,” she panted, already desperate.
“First, tell me what the doctor said.” He used his fingertips to circle her clit. “Details, my beautiful.”
She opened her legs wider. “The babies are good. My blood pressure is normal, and all is perfect. Now, make love to me before you upset all three of us.”
Each of her pregnancies were different. Before she’d even missed her period, she knew this time. Her breasts were so tender that she’d cried when Luka had played with them. Twins ran on his side and the odds seemed stacked in their favor. Their desire to grow their family was coming true in a big way. With her age and the twin factor, they had constant checkups. Luka had been with her for each one and didn’t want to miss any, but she’d forced him to stay and finish his round of golf.
Many other players were expecting as well and it had been nice to chat with their wives. Growing the hockey empire as they’d described it. She patted her belly and smiled at the future hockey players. Even her ex had made an appearance at the charity event.
Terry had surprised the kids and the nation by announcing his retirement on Father’s Day. It was the biggest gift he could have given his family. His time. He’d confessed to Jill that losing her and the kids, had opened his eyes. His career was important, but he’d lost track of what really mattered. Family. There was so much to celebrate that day, and every day since
“I would never dream of upsetting my family. How would you like to come? On my fingers?” He pushed two inside and curved them towards her G-spot. A few twists and her back arched as she moaned. He pumped faster until she bathed his hand in her juices and screamed his name.
Luka’s smile stole her breath as his fingers robbed her sanity. He was convinced the twins were conceived on Father’s Day. The timing worked, and it was a nice thought. He wanted to celebrate every holiday by making babies.
“Maybe my mouth?” He kissed the top of her mound then licked across her clit. He removed his hand and lapped her release. Covering her lower lips with his mouth, he kissed her. He teased and brought her to the edge again. He made love to her with his tongue, lavishing attention to her most sensitive parts.
She trembled at the intensity and the rush of sensations. “Ahhh! Luuuuka…” she slurred as a blinding climax tore through her. She rode the waves of ecstasy and watched him undress.
“Will you come again with me inside you?” Luka pulled her off the kitchen island and carried her to their bedroom. He pushed past the unpacked boxes and set her down delicately on the mattress.
The windows were open, letting in the summer sunshine and the heat. She wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and wiggled closer to the pillows. She inhaled and basked in the scent of him. Their eyes connected and she saw the hunger and the beast within him.
Since they’d learned of the good news, he’d been extra careful during their love making. It was sweet, but Jill missed her aggressive lover. “I’m not made of glass. You can be rough. I promise, if I feel uncomfortable at any point, we can slow down.”
Slow and Luka didn’t belong in the same sentence. He liked living fast and their relationship was no different. His proposal wasn’t a joke, and she had a ring on her finger days after he won the Cup. When he wanted something, he went after it with vigor and passion and she was the lucky recipient of his desires.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as he positioned himself between her thighs and tossed her legs over his shoulders. Gripping his cock, he coated himself in her arousal. “I love you, and I can’t say no to you.”
His cock slammed into her with one glide, causing the headboard to smash against the wall. She moaned at the fullness and loved it when he let loose. He stilled. She leaned through her legs, gripped his beard and tugged him towards her.
“I love you too. Make love to me.” Their lips joined, and he gave her what she wanted.
Extended Epilogue
LUKA
He didn’t like being the center of attention. This party wasn’t for him, but they expected him to mingle and give a speech. Jill had explained the baby shower tradition to him. Despite his protests today was the big day. People had traveled from great distances to congratulate him and meet the babies. Western customs still baffled him.
“Luka, can you bring the present from the hall? It’s from my dad,” Rianne yelled.
It surprised him that Terry bought them a gift. After the wedding, Jill’s ex had announced his retirement and made big strides towards fixing his mistakes. Maybe this present was another apology. Either way, Luka held no ill will towards the man. Their lives would be forever blended because of the kids.
He grabbed the heavy box covered in blue ribbons and bows. “You missed the please,” he said as he deposited the gift on the table with over a dozen others.
Baby showers were a much bigger deal than he realized. His living room had been taken over with blue balloons, streamers and towers of diapers. He had no idea they what he was in for, but he couldn’t wait for his friends and family meet the twins.
“You never say please.” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Don’t be like me. Be better.”
“Give me a sister and I’ll say please and thank you all the time.”
He winked and ruffled her hair as he walked by. “I’ll try my best. Where is your mom?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Disappeared after Mr. Northcote and more of your teammates showed up.”
“Thanks.”
He greeted more visitors, shook hands and patted TJ and Wayne on the head as he made his way through the crowd. His hockey brothers and their women had been among the first to arrive. Spencer held both babies against his chest and rocked on his heels. Luka had a lot to learn from that man. Not only was he a brilliant businessman, he was an amazing dad. Caroline and Nico boasted all the time about his parenting skills.
“Stunning boys,” Spencer said as Luka approached. “Future hockey stars like their dad. I can already see the determination in their eyes.”
“They will have to work hard if they choose that path, but hockey is in their blood. It’s possible.” He kissed his sons before searching for this wife.
It didn’t long to find her. Jill was in their bedroom, changing into a different outfit. Since the birth of the boys, she hid more of her body. In his eyes, her body was perfection. The new lines on her belly and hips turned him on more than sexy lace or satin. He licked his lips, admiring the view.
“Hurry in and close the door,” she said, pulling a dress over her head. Her breasts bounced as she struggled to remove the garment and then tossed it on the bed. “I spilled TJ’s grape juice all over my dress. I feel sticky and need a shower.”
“I will wash you,” he offered, staring at her magnificent body. “And make you sticky again.”
She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. “I see the way you’re looking at me. Don’t get any ideas. There are dozens of people in the next room.”
“You are beautiful. They have babies to stare at while I stare at you. While I make love to you.” He closed the door behind him, locked it, and charged towards his half-naked wife.
A low deep growl tore from his chest as his hands gripped the soft contours of her hips. The primal need to be inside her overruled decorum. He didn’t care that they had a house full of people
waiting for them. They could wait. She moaned as he captured her lips and lifted her into his arms. Her fingers dove into his hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
The kiss was demanding. Full of need. Full of love.
His mouth slid along her jaw. “I want you.”
“Luka,” she purred as he nibbled on her ear. Her body molded to his as he slammed her against the wall. “I want you too.”
Gentle and slow was not an option. They didn’t have time. Luckily, his wife liked it rough. He held her captive with his body. The heat between her thighs was perfection. His cock responded, trying to burrow through his pants.
She tugged on his hair, pulling his head back. Her eyes locked with his. “I love you. It’s almost impossible to say not to you, but we can’t make love right now.”
“Why not?”
Jill laughed. “Because it’s our baby shower. We’re introducing the boys to our extended family and friends. I need to get dressed and we need to get back out there.”
“I like you naked, my beautiful.” He kissed her bare shoulder, letting his lips linger against her soft skin.
From the moment they met, he knew she was special. A woman who would steal his heart and make him whole. Chasing her was the best decision of his life.
“I like you naked too. I’ll enjoy peeling you out of this suit and touching every inch of your magnificent body.”
“Do it now.”
“We can’t.” She chewed the corner of her lip, debating her decision.
“We can,” he protested, grinding his pelvis against her core.
“Damn tempting, but our family is waiting. You need to put me down and help me choose an outfit.”
As he placed her back on her feet, his hands squeezed the luscious globes of her ass. He kissed along her collarbone and licked the swell of her breasts. A quick flick of the wrist and her panties would be off. His fingers itched to tear them from her skin. It would be one less layer to remove later.
“Whatever fantasy you’re plotting, save it for the later. Once everyone leaves and the babies are asleep, I’m all yours.”
He buried his face between her breasts and inhaled. She was so sweet. So perfect.
“You are my fantasy come to life.”
Her fingers grazed his beard as she cupped his cheeks and brought his face towards hers. “And you are mine.”
He stole another kiss before helping her into a new form fitting black cocktail dress. Her movements were fluid and graceful. He admired her confidence and the ways she carried herself. He’d never met anyone more alluring.
They joined the party hand in hand. With his wife and their kids by his side, they each took turns opening presents. The twins were spoiled with clothing, toys and love.
Jill wrapped her arms around his waist. Her smile filled his heart. “My cheeks hurt from smiling. I’m so happy with the way things turned out. I think we have more than enough. What do you think?”
“Too much,” he said.
“Care to elaborate?” She snugged into his embrace and peppered his face with kisses. “Too much stuff. Too much food. Too much affection.”
“All I ever wanted was to be part of a family again. You gave me everything. I love you.”
Luka didn’t need gifts. He already had everything he ever wanted. A wife. A house full of children. An NHL career. A family both on and off the ice. Life was good.
HOCKEY RING PUCK BATTLE SERIES BOOK EIGHT
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Chapter 1
No one answered.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Westlyn asked for the second time as she kicked a stone across the parking lot. Her body was slumped and turned away, hiding her face from Gwen. Far too much stress rested on those teenage shoulders.
Gwen moved closer to her daughter and wrapped an arm around her. She couldn’t blame the kid for no longer trusting her judgment. Her track record wasn’t the best at making sound decisions regarding their living arrangements. Lately, Gwen second guessed herself too. Not that she’d admit that to the eighteen-year-old nay-sayer beside her.
With a painted smile on her face, she re-dialed her sister’s number. “She’ll answer,” she assured Westlyn.
The phone rang. She swallowed hard. Her baby sister had to be home. It wasn’t that late. The hot, summer sun teetered on the edge of the horizon and glared back, making her squint. She looked down at their luggage. Her grip on the suitcase handle tightened as she sent a silent prayer to the heaven’s for Cherie to answer. After the third ring, she closed her eyes.
Begging for help wasn’t beneath her. She’d been forced to ask for assistance countless times in her life. She’d eaten her share of humble pie and she’d eat more if it offered a better life for Westlyn.
“Hello,” Cherie answered breathlessly.
She exhaled a sigh of relief. Her chest felt lighter and tight at the same time. She rubbed over her heart. “Hey, Cherie-bo-berry. How are you? Are you home?”
It had been over a month since they last spoke. The conversation had involved Gwen asking to borrow money and Cherie refusing. The response had been expected. For the rest of the world Cherie would give the shirt off her back, but not for Gwen. For her sister, compassion and understanding were never offered.
A moment of silence followed. “Usually, you give me the cold shoulder for a lot longer after I turn you down. I’m not giving you money. Don’t ask again. I haven’t changed my mind,” Cherie snapped.
“I wouldn’t expect you to. I’m not calling for money.” She knew her sister well enough to know she’d never change her mind. She was stubborn. They had that in common. Gwen chewed the inside of her cheek and crossed her fingers.
“Oh. What’s up? Why do you want to know if I’m home?”
The clipped tone didn’t go unnoticed. “Westlyn and I are in Winnipeg. Surprise,” she announced like it was a good thing.
“You’re what?”
Gwen peered up at the condominium complex in front of her. The walls of glass reflected the sun, making her wish she hadn’t removed her sunglasses. “We’re in the parking lot outside your building. Actually, we’re standing next to your car.”
The white Land Rover had belonged to their father before he passed a few years prior. She ran her hand over the smooth hood and looked at the sea of other high-end vehicles. The occupants of this building had money.
This was the first time Gwen had surprised her baby sister with a visit. Cherie had a chip on her shoulder and no amount of effort from Gwen softened it. They hadn’t lived in the same city in over twenty years. As a result, they weren’t close. After Gwen left for college, she’d only returned a handful of times. They were never joyous occasions. The last time had been to attend their father’s funeral. A massive disagreement followed. Since then, they’d kept their relationship to phone calls and video chats. Even those few and far between communications had been initiated by Gwen. If it weren’t for Westlyn, she suspected she’d have no relationship with her baby sister.
“Can you let us up? I’ll explain everything in person,” Gwen said, hoping to coax a response.
“You should have warned me. I… I have plans tonight,” she huffed. “This is such a Gwen move. You’re always acting impetuously and have zero regard for others.”
She shuffled her feet and patted Westlyn’s slumped shoulder. “Is that a no?”
“If it was just you, I’d have to think about it. But I can’t say no to my niece. I’ll buzz you in.”
A smile curled around the corner of her lip. “Thank you. I’m looking forward to seeing you.” She disconnected, and they made their way towards the skyrise complex.
The elevator ride was quiet. Her daughter kept her head down. The heat from outside had followed them into the confined space. Gwen wiped the sweat from her brow, wishing for a breeze or anything to cool her down. The four walls seemed to close in around her. The air was thick and humid. Stifling.
“You’d think a place this nice would have air conditioning,” she mumbled as she tugged at the neckline of her shirt and glanced down.
Everything they owned was crammed into three large suitcases. Gwen’s eyes filled with tears she refused to let fall in front of her daughter. A slew of bad choices had brought them to this point. She hoped this decision would turn things around.
When the door opened on the fourth floor, she rushed into the hall and inhaled deeply. This reunion would not be pleasant. She’d debated not coming, but she’d been out of options. Wes walked past her and knocked on the door with a sure hand.
Cherie opened the door, looking like a million bucks. Her hair was perfect. Sleek, golden blonde with platinum highlights styled into an elegant chignon. Her lithe body was covered in a skin-tight, red dress. She radiated confidence and sex appeal.
“Wow.” Gwen’s ripped jean shorts and coffee stained t-shirt couldn’t compare. “Hi,” she said, tucking a few wayward brown strands behind her ear.
