by Linz Lenay
When I sense her coming down, I gentle my sucking and finger, slowly coming to a stop with one last kiss that makes her gasp and sigh. I stand and tug my sweats down, my erection bouncing and making Dasia giggle, before I pick her completely up by the ass and enter her. Her legs wrap around my waist, arms going around my shoulders. I lift her up and down on my dick in a maddening slow pace, building up our ecstasy. She moves with me, kissing my neck and nibbling on the tendon where it meets my shoulder. It's driving me crazy, so I pick up the pace, lifting and lowering her faster, and making sure I find that spot that makes her just as insane. I know I've got her when she throws her head back and her inner walls clamp down on my cock. I pound into her then, chasing my own orgasm and explode a few seconds after her, grunting out her name before my whole body tenses and I empty myself inside of her.
Dasia lays her head on my shoulder, staying locked around my waist, and when I get my head back on, I sit down on the couch with her still on my lap and my dick softening inside her pussy.
We stay there for a while, what seems like hours, but what is probably only minutes, before I hear her soft puffs of breath telling me she has fallen asleep. I laugh gently, so as not to wake her, and stand bracing her against me to carry her to bed. The first full night in our place seems to be a success.
Chapter Fourteen
Gaige...
That week passes by in a blur, Dasia gets all of the boxes unpacked in the new house while I throw myself into the gym and training. The first round of the playoffs proves a brutal battle, but we make it through winning game five of seven to clutch the series. We still had to get through three more rounds for the cup, but we were focused and ready for anything.
“Keep. Fucking. Going.” Coach reminds us every practice; every game.
Dasia has been a saint. She's made sure the fridge is stocked with healthy foods and drinks, she's meal prepped, she leaves the protein powders I use in the morning on the counter the night before, as well as the REM powder before bed. When I'm on the road, she makes sure I have everything packed, including these really awesome vegan protein bars she found and are fucking delicious on top of being the perfect on-the-go meal or snack. I can take them right on the plane or bus with me and if we're traveling all day and don't have a chance to eat, I can have one and not feel like I'm depleting. The only problem I've been having with them is that some of the guys will steal them on me and I have to hide them. Guess that's more of an annoyance than a problem though. Dee may just have to up our next order, or the guys can get their own.
We're finally in the last stint of games. We're four wins from holding the cup. Holy shiz. The fight for Stanley is against Dasia's old employer, Chicago Minotaurs. So of course they're going to chirp about her to me. I don't react though, much to their disappointment. Not the first game, not the second, not any of them.
Game seven in Chicago, is fucking brutal though. Kristof is in the net because Drew pulled his groin and coach pulled him in the second period. Ty and Karter both have been slammed into the boards hard enough to make their noses bleed and have to get checked for concussions. The Minotaurs aren't fairing much better. Half of their third line has become their first, and they've also put in a backup goalie. Dasia is in the stands, not wanting to be up in the box, Chelle and Monica are on either side of her sitting behind the players bench. The only reason I know any of this is because I needed to know she was far away from Lex, who's been told to stay in the players box until he's escorted down to the locker room. I may be focused on the game, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten my girl's safety.
Facing off against one of their rookies is nothing, but their defensemen are on it in the third. The score is tied at three, and I've got the puck trapped in the corner against Larsson, who's spewing profanities about Dasia that I ignore. Jaq comes up and slams the guy into the boards, the ref blows a whistle, even though it was a legal hit, since he came from the side and used his upper arm. Larsson isn't even phased by it. The ref takes the puck to the face off circle not even hearing any of us out as Jaq skates to the Sin Bin, head down and throwing his stick into the box. He gets two minutes for the hit, leaving us short-handed, but I have faith in the guys left on the ice. Karter and Ty are back on the ice, along with Darby.
Larsson is next to Karter behind me, chirping his ass off. The ref gives him a look before he drops the puck and I knock it out of the rookies grasp before he even has a chance, taking it right to their goalie and wrist-shotting it and getting it right through his top shelf. The buzzer sounds just as I'm knocked from behind. I tumble right into their goalie, landing on him as Larsson lands on me. This is not the kind of sandwich I enjoy.
“You okay man?” I ask the goalie, concerned more for him than myself.
“Yeah, dude, but what the fuck?” He asks grabbing for his helmet.
“I got knocked.” I look over my shoulder at Larsson, who's making no attempt to move off of us.
The ref finally comes over, just before Karter and Ty get to us. He pulls Larsson off of me, and I help the goalie, Blackhart, up. He thanks me and finally gets his helmet off, so he can readjust. I make sure he's good before I skate to Karter and Ty as Larsson argues with the ref. We stand, leaning on our sticks and waiting patiently. The ref slaps him with a two minute penalty for the hit, and another four for delay of game and unsportsmanlike conduct. Which means he's out for the rest of the period, so he heads to the locker room throwing his stick and helmet at the hallway. The ref calls another penalty, that another player will serve for Larsson, two minutes in the box, so it's four on four for another thirty-some seconds until Jaq is back on the ice.
Karter, Ty and I trade out with the second line, and we watch with intensity as the clock runs down and our guys fight to keep the lead. The lines switch out once more before the final buzzer sounds.
We did it.
We. Fucking. Did. It.
I'm over the boards and tackling the guys on the ice, praising every single one of them for keeping the lead. I'm so proud of this team and myself. This is the goal that we've been striving for, for years now. We have a group hug and small celebration before lining up to shake hands with the Minotaurs. As I get to the end of the line, I see Larsson is back and he's shaking hands with everyone in front of me, but skates right by me to Drew, who's being gentle with his groin injury, and Kristof. I ignore it, but I'll remember the disrespect later on. I do see his coach pull him aside after everyone has gone through the line and he doesn't look happy. It's always a sign of respect to line up and shake hands in the last game of every series.
The Minotaurs are leaving the ice to wallow in the locker room as we celebrate, our families pouring onto the ice. I skate to Dasia and pick her up, twirling her around quickly. She squeals and wraps her arms around my neck.
“As much as I love the enthusiasm, Sir, you need to put me down before I expels my dinner all over the ice, you're making me nauseous.” She laughs in my ear.
“You're not feeling well, Miss?” I ask her softly as I set her down.
“Meh. I was nervous about the game, but uh, we need to talk about something, too.”
I search her eyes for any clue as to what she wants to discuss. Then it hits me. I may have been focused on hockey and training, but she's been sick on and off for the past week and she said she had a craving for cinnamon on oranges of all things.
“Are you...?” I didn't want to get my hopes up. I didn't want her to tell me it was a joke or that there was something wrong instead.
She searches my eyes, hers beginning to tear up as a smile lights up her face. She nods.
“We're having a baby, Sir.” She smirks at me.
“Have you gone to the doctors?”
Before she can answer me, my teammates are on top of me, pulling me away from her to celebrate, start the announcements and passing of the cup. Coach stands next to the Official Cup Caretaker as they announce us as the Stanley Cup Champions for the season. I'm asked to come forward as captain and do the
first round of skating with the cup. As I take hold of the sterling silver trophy, I play back all of the hard work that this team as put into the season, in my head. I have a huge smile on my face, knowing how much we've earned this and now adding on Dasia's news. As I pass by her, she blows me a kiss, happy tears running down her face. I can see the pride in her eyes, and it makes my chest swell.
I hoist the cup up higher near our bench, knowing the Griffin fans that followed us to Chicago are sitting there. They cheer and stomp so loud that I think the glass is vibrating. I recognize some faces as the ones who have been at meet and greets or other events. They've been dedicated to cheering us on the whole season, and we wouldn't be the team we are without them.
I make my way back to the podium, passing the cup to Coach, who passes it to the assistant captains, then filter through the team. I make my way back to my fiance and just hold her. She never says whether or not she went to the doctor though, to confirm that she's pregnant. I guess I'll have to wait to find out after the festivities that I'm obligated to go to. There's a team party and dinner to attend, while I just want to take my future wife and baby mama back to the hotel and make love to her all night.
I have to let her go eventually so that I can go shower and change into my suit, but it's reluctant on both our parts.
Dasia...
I'm in heaven. My man claimed his dream of getting the cup, he took the news of becoming a daddy extremely well, and now we're going to go celebrate with the team and families. Storm and Monica were with me when I found out about the baby. They held my hands as we were waiting for the sticks to tell us whether or not I was just off or incubating a tiny human. When the pink lines and “PREGNANT” popped up on the different tests, I cried. No, I bawled my eyes out. I was overwhelmed because we hadn't planned this and I was worried that Gaige wouldn't be ready. So I waited until after he had won the cup to tell him. It's always best to tell news your unsure about during a happy time, it influences the person your telling, especially when you project happiness about the news.
After finding out that I was pregnant, I made an appointment with my OB-GYN for after the last game. I've known for a week now, and it's been extremely hard not to just blurt it out to Gaige, and I know he's known something is off, especially with the morning sickness being all over the place and wanting cinnamon oranges at random times.
“Hey I have to run to the bathroom, do you want to come with? I know G is probably racing to dress so he'll be out any minute.” Monica asks me.
Monica and Chelle sat with me at the game, but only Mo is left because Che had to get to work, since she works the night shift at the hospital that Storm used to work at. She didn't want to, and even tried to trade shift to get the night off, but she was only able to talk one of the girls into covering for her until the game was over. She had to trade a game ticket to get that much. Storm is out of town, unfortunately or she would be here too. She has some work conference that her clinic sent her to on their behalf. She would have been stupid to turn it down.
“I'm good right here to wait. I'm sure you're right about Gaige, he was so excited to learn about my news that I can only imagine he'll be coming out of that locker room half dressed.” I laugh and so does she.
She says she'll be right back and heads down the hall to the restrooms around the corner. I lean against the wall and breathe, a big smile on my face. The hall is mostly empty, since we're down in the restricted area for family and guests only, so there's very little chatter.
“You are absolutely glowing.” A voice that makes my skin crawl says.
“Vadik, you aren't supposed to be down here.”
“Ah, but I am anyways. I think you should come with me.”
“Why would I do that? Gaige will be out here any minute. If you like your face the way it is, I suggest you leave.”
“Ah-ah, little Bloodfeather. Gaige is going to be a while with all the locker room festivities before the interviews start. You will either come with me willingly or I'll force you. Your choice.”
If I fight him, he may end up hurting me and in turn the baby. If I go with him, the same thing could happen but drawn out. Though if I pretend to go with him and find security on our way out. I step toward him and he grabs my bicep, squeezing to keep me from running.
“You're hurting me. Let go. I'm already doing as you asked.”
“You might look like you're playing along, but I'm not an idiot. You'll run as soon as you see the opportunity, just like you did last time.” He sneers at me.
“Why me, Vadik?” I ask him as we make our trek away from the locker room and toward a dimly lit area of the arena I've never been to.
“Because you're the perfect chase. You've turned me down multiple times, and I always get what I want. It gets me so hard. The chase and struggle I mean.”
“There are reasons I turned you down. First, I love Gaige, we're getting married. Second, I just don't see you that way, there is no connection between us.”
“I feel a pull toward you, you don't feel it back? I'll show you exactly what we can be. You'll tell Gaige you've changed your mind and that you're trading up.”
Just as we get to a door leading out of the building, a girl shrieks his name. He huffs, but turns around, pulling my arm at an odd angle, so I twist that way, as well. It's Eva and she's running toward us with gusto. I'm unsure how she's staying upright since she's in a tight-fitting skirt and four inch boots with a pointed heel.
“Ugh, you weren't supposed to leave without me, Babe. You were supposed to grab her and text me so I could get the car.” She huffs annoyed.
“You're supposed to already be in the car, you idiot.”
“Hey, that's no way to talk to your baby-mama. It's uncalled for.” She responds.
“Just go get the car. Now!”
She frowns, but runs out the door ahead of us, and we follow. She's climbing into the driver's seat of a black SUV and turns it over, the engine purring just loud enough to hear. I file their conversation away for later as he pulls the back door open and shoves me in. His stupidity shows when he slams the door on me and walks around to get into the front passenger seat. I roll my eyes before he catches me.
“Where are we going?” I ask, hoping they'll give me an answer.
“You'll see once we get there. Don't you worry your pretty little head over it.”
I frown at his condescending tone, before scowling at him. I feel my pocket vibrate and tense. If Lex realizes I still have my phone he'll take and toss it out the window. Eva may not have all her brain cells, and he may be a loose cannon, but he's not an idiot, just like he mentioned before.
I watch the side of his face and cautiously put my hand in my pocket, hopefully I can unlock and call or do something without alerting either one of them. I'm suddenly grateful for thumbprint recognition, because it opens right up. I think. I hope. Luckily I work with my phone all the time and can practically do this blind. I think I texted whomever just messaged me, but I have no clue. I do call Gaige through the speed dial and pray that I can keep the sound muffled so my kidnappers can't hear it. The good news is that just as I think I hear his voice calling for me, Eva turns the radio on and up, so it muffles the phone sound.
Eva is singing along, very badly, and Vadik is scowling at his phone, not paying attention to either one of us. Unfortunately the doors are locked so even if we stop at a red light, I won't be able to escape. I can't even pull the button up if I wanted to since it disappears into the door. Damn technology locks. Hopefully Gaige realizes something's wrong and has hung up and is tracking my phone. I feel it vibrate in my hand again, but I don't dare try to answer it. The minute I do, Gaige loses my location.
“Dee, what do you want for dinner? I'm craving ribs and chicken wings.”
I try not to make a face since meat doesn't sound good at all right now.
“Uh, honestly, I'm not that hungry, but I've been having cinnamon orange cravings lately.” I say to be polite and keep conversation so
she's distracted from my phone vibrating like crazy in my pocket.
“OH! That sounds delicious. What about a milkshake? I could totally go for one of those.”
“For fuck sake, Eva. Shut your trap. We're not stopping for food right now. We're going to the safe house and then I'll send you for food while I spend some much needed time with our Dasia.”
“You'll let me play when I get back?”
“Sure, Eva. We'll see how things go. Play it by ear, especially if you're good.”
She smiles and nods, going back to singing off key and paying attention to the road. Vadik spares me a glance, giving me a grin that makes me feel all kinds of dirty. And not the good kind, like Gaige coming into the shower to fuck me instead of getting clean.
When he turns back toward the front, he goes back to his phone, and I'm grateful. I don't like him looking at me, and though I don't outwardly show it, I'm terrified of what he means by needing time with me. I'm glad that Gaige wasn't on the phone at that point, because he'd be furious and on his way to kill Lex for sure.
We drive for a while, out of the city and I notice we're heading near my old house that I rented while I was working for the Minotaurs. I still know the way there quite well, so this is at least familiar to me.
I stare out the window for a while, not knowing what else to do, since I can't exactly make a plan without knowing where we're going or alerting the two in the front that I'm not playing by their rules. Or I should say, Lex's rules, since he clearly has Eva on a short leash.
We arrive at a cabin about ten or fifteen minutes later. It's pitch black other than a welcoming candle in the window. I remember my grandmother telling me that during the war and hard times, people would light a candle and put it in the window to let wanderers and soldiers know they were welcome in the home, to come have a hot meal and a warm place to sleep, that they would be safe. Her mother did it when she was little and that's how she learned of the tradition.
