This Is Crazy

by Natasha Madison

  “In my bed,” I tell him. “Up the stairs.” He walks up the stairs, and I finally get off him but not before my hands are going nuts at his shirt, ripping it over his head.

  “When did you get here?” I ask him, and he doesn’t answer. The only thing he does is take my face in his hand and kiss me. He kisses the shit out of me. The past three weeks catch up to me, and I don’t stop kissing him until I can’t breathe anymore. I don’t stop until I am panting, and I’m in heaven.

  “I only have a couple of hours before I have to be at the rink,” he says to me between kissing my lips and then my neck and then his hand goes under his shirt to cup my tits that have been achy ever since I launched myself at him.

  “I missed you so much,” he says, taking a nipple in his mouth, and I swear I almost come. I’m that much on edge. My hand flies to the belt on his jeans, and before we even know what’s going on, I’m on my knees, and I have his cock deep in my throat. Both of us groaning, I don’t stop, I can’t stop, and he comes down my throat with a roar.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Evan

  Nothing was going to keep me from her. I arrived last night at one a.m., but I didn’t want her waiting up for me. The night just didn’t go by fast enough, and finally, at six a.m., I got out of bed and headed to her house. I have to be at the rink at ten, so I technically only have two hours with her, but it’s better than nothing. When she opened the door and saw it was me, she threw herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and making my cock go hard right away.

  I watch her on her knees in front of me, my eyes finally focusing after coming in her mouth. I pick her up and literally throw her on the bed. I don’t even wait for her to land before my mouth is on her pussy. Ripping her panties off, I add another set to my owe pile. Her sweetness hits me right away, but then her legs wrap around my head, and her hand flies to my head. My girl wants it so badly, she lifts her hips and rides my face, coming in record time, but I’m not ready to stop yet, so I tongue fuck her again. I add another finger, and I know it’s only a matter of time until she comes again. I finger her so hard I’m afraid to bruise her, but she meets my thrusts. I go to her clit and bite down on it, then suck it back into my mouth, and she comes again.

  “I can’t,” she whispers. Her clit is sensitive to my touch, so I climb over her, and I kiss her, and she takes it. She doesn’t give a shit that she just came in my mouth and my tongue tastes like her; she just kisses me. My cock is so close to slipping in her, I have to take a step back, and I fall to the side of her.

  “Well, that was a great way to greet me,” I tell her, and she turns to look at me. “You are so beautiful.”

  “Why didn’t you come here last night?” she says, coming close to me and putting her head on my chest. “I slept like shit.”

  “Yeah, I didn’t think it would be a good idea to keep you waiting all night, so I slept at the hotel.” I kiss her forehead. “A lot of good that did me. I swear I slept two hours.”

  “I slept twenty minutes,” she says, yawning. “How about next time, you just come over and save us all the hassle?”

  “Deal,” I tell her, rubbing cheek with my thumb. “I am free as of noon.”

  “You are coming back here, right?” she says, getting up on her elbow. “You better say you’re coming back here.” She attempts to get up, but I bring her back to me laughing.

  “It’s not funny,” she says. “It’s been three weeks.”

  “Trust me, beautiful, I know exactly how long it’s been.” I had a countdown on my phone. I had the minutes on there, and it was freaking hell. I won’t do that again, not for that long. But I’ll discuss it with her tomorrow after I beg and plead with her to come back home with me. “Now can we just lie together before I have to get back up and head out?”

  “Fine.” She huffs. “But if you don’t come back here on your break, I’m seriously going to be pissed.” She starts to get back up again, and I grab her. “No Evan, I’m not kidding.”

  “Okay, beautiful,” I tell her. “Can we just rest for the next hour before I have to go?” I ask her, getting comfortable. “I should set my alarm,” I tell her, grabbing my phone from my pants.

  “Now get back into my arms,” I tell her, and she crawls next to me, and I feel everything from the past three weeks—the tension, the need, the want—leave me. Everything is okay ’cause she’s in my arms. I rest my eyes for the hour that I have and hold her close with her head on my chest and her hand draped around my waist. When the alarm rings, and I have to go, I swear I can see her pouting. She walks me to the door.

  “I’ll call you when I’m on my way over,” I tell her, and she just nods but looks down. “Sweet Zara, I need your lips one more time, and then you can go back to bed.” She gets on her tippy toes, and I kiss her lips.

  “Now go and hurry back,” she says, and I walk down the steps and into the waiting Uber. I get to the rink the same time the bus gets there. I swear there is a spring in my step, and I can’t wait to hit the ice and get it over with. Going into the visitor’s locker room, I suit up for ice. The practice is light and lasts about an hour and a half with an option time on the ice if we want it. I’m the first one off the ice with Corey beside me, and I unclip my helmet.

  “Heads-up,” Corey whispers from beside me, and I look up. There they are, the two guys I was waiting to see, Matthew Grant and Max Horton. In other words, Zara’s brother and brother-in-law.

  “Hey, Richards,” Matthew says first. He is dressed in his workout stuff, wearing his baseball cap backward, and has his arms folded over his chest.

  “It’s M&M,” I say smiling, and they just look at me. “What can I do for you guys?”

  “We just thought we would come down …” Max starts, and I hold up a hand.

  “You thought you would come down here and scare me away from Zara?” Taking off my helmet, I slide off my gloves. “Sorry, boys, but you can do whatever it is you want to me. I’m not leaving her alone.”

  “Is that right?” Matthew says.

  “That is right,” I tell them and then feel Corey stand at my back followed by half of my team mates. “I like her, and she likes me. Let’s leave it at that.”

  Max looks like he is going to smirk at me, but Matthew walks forward and leans in. “If you so much as hurt one hair on her head …”

  “Yeah, I got it,” I tell him. “You said this before. So let me say it again. I like her, she likes me, and I’m not backing down.” He looks at me, not sure if he should push it or not. “Now if you will excuse me, my girl is waiting for me.”

  “She is far from your girl,” he says, and I just shake my head.

  “That’s where we differ because the only thing she is, is mine.” I smile at both of them. “See you later, M&M.” I walk away from them, and I swear I breathe a sigh of relief. Nothing good would come of it if we got into a brawl before the game. My ass would be on that bench the whole night, and my skates would stay dry.

  “I think you handled that right,” Corey says from behind me, “but I think you just upped the stakes there.”

  “Yeah, I have no doubt about it,” I tell him and then sit and undress. I take a quick shower and then take off to the hotel room, grabbing my stuff and leaving. By the time I get back to Zara’s, it’s almost two. She is there waiting for me wearing jeans and a sweater.

  “I made you something to eat,” she says once I let go of her lips. “Then you can go nap.”

  “Are you going to come with me?” I ask her, following her into the kitchen. “Eat,” she says as she serves me eggs, bacon, and toast. When I’m finally finished, I push the plate away from me, walk over to her, and carry her to bed. I want to undress her and do all kinds of naughty things, but I need to honestly save my energy for the game tonight. I don’t bother telling her about her brother and Max. Instead, I fall asleep with a smile on my face and her in my arms.

  “What time are we leaving?” she asks me from her bathroom. “I need five more minutes
.”

  I got up and showered with her, which took twenty minutes longer than I thought since there were hands and fingers and lots of tongue. She rushes out of the bathroom, and I just stare at her. Her hair that was wet twenty minutes ago is now dried all wavy and sexy. She is wearing a white little thong that I’m going to be adding to the destroyed pile and her lace half bra. She goes into the closet and then comes back out wearing blue jeans that are so tight she can’t bend over and a white tank top. The lace bra can be seen through the tank top. “That isn’t going to happen,” I tell her, shrugging on my jacket. “Go change that top.”

  “What do you mean?” she says, looking down at her top.

  “I mean you aren’t walking out of this house wearing that top so”—I go to her and kiss her nose—“change it.”

  She stands there with her arms crossed over her chest. “Or else?” She asks me the question I’m only to happy to answer.

  “Or else it gets put in the destroyed pile.” I smile at her. “The car is going to be here in five minutes.”

  “You can’t honestly think you can tell me that, and I’m going to listen.” She glares at me, and I go to her, smiling the whole time.

  “It would give me great joy to rip the shit out of the top.” She huffs and turns around, going back in her closet.

  “FYI,” she says, “I was going to wear your jersey over that.” She comes out now with a white button-up shirt with no sleeves and tight at the waist but then kicking out. “It’s only ’cause I don’t want you to be late that I’m changing. Otherwise, no …” she says, huffing and grabbing her pink jacket and then the jersey I can’t wait for her to wear. Seeing my name on her, God, it does crazy things to me.

  “Sweet Zara,” I say softly, and her eyes go soft.

  “No, Evan Richards, you do not tell me to change and then be sweet with me,” she tells me. “Now let’s go or else you are going to be late, and I’m not going to have it blamed on me.” She turns to walk out of the room, but I grab her hand and pull her back.

  “Lips,” I tell, and she rolls her eyes at me but not before giving me her lips. We walk out of the house, and she puts on her jacket, and we hold hands on the way to the game.

  Once we arrive at the underground parking garage, I get out of the car and hold out my hand for hers. “How do you want to do this?” I ask her, not sure how to proceed and not wanting to make her do something she doesn’t want.

  She holds out her hand to me, and I take it. “I want to walk in there with you,” she says, smiling. “Even though you are the most annoying man in the world, I’m here with you.”

  I grab her hand and slip my fingers with hers, bringing them to my lips. We walk into the building, and I’m shocked to see Matthew and Max walking in at the same time. The minute he spots us, he stops walking.

  “Hello boys,” Zara says when we are close enough. “Are we late?”

  “Oh for fuck sakes,” Matthew says, putting his hand to his mouth. “I don’t want to know why you’re late.”

  “It’s not what you think, pervert,” Zara says, and then Max tries to hide his smile. “Mister here made me change my top before we got here.”

  “What?” Matthew and Max both whisper.

  “Whatever,” Zara says, and then she lets go of my hand. “You,” she goes to Matthew, and, “you,” she points at Max, “no funny shit on the ice. Got it?”

  I shake my head and bring her back to me. “Zara,” I hiss, “I got it.” She gets on her tippy toes and pecks me on the lips. “Good luck out there.”

  She turns back around. “Don’t make me put shit in your shampoo.” She glares at them and walks away.

  “You made her change?” Matthew asks confused, and then Max asks, “Like her clothes?”

  “Yeah,” I tell them. “She was wearing this white shirt you could see her bra,” I tell them and then turn to walk away. I go into our locker room and get ready, going through the same routine I always go through with my workout drills and then I suit up for the pre-game skate. I go on the ice and skate around, and then I see her. She is holding a kid in her hand that has to be Max’s. Seeing my girl holding a girl, I swear my heart squeezes in my chest. I almost stop skating in the middle of the ice when it hits me. I love her. I’ve fallen in love with her. She is wearing my jersey, but the little girl is wearing the New York jersey, and I skate to the side where she is at. She whispers in the girl’s ear, and the girl waves at me. I bring my glove up and bend my fingers to say hello. When I get the puck, I throw it over, and she picks it up for her, and the girl smiles from ear to ear.

  Corey pushes me to move and do the play, and practice is over before I know it. I skate to the back and go over the drills in my head. The coach comes in and goes over a couple of plays. “It’s our last game before going home,” he says. “Let’s win at least this one.” We’ve had three loses in a row on the road. No one wants to make it four. When we take the ice, I’m ready. I skate onto the ice with the boos sounding in my ears.

  We start at the center ice, and it’s me against Matthew, Corey against Max, and I look over and see them talking. “I promise not to hurt you tonight,” Matthew says, and I throw my head back and laugh. “I promised.”

  I shake my head. “Bring it,” I tell him. “Do your worst.”

  Now he laughs, and we stop talking when the referee comes over. “Let’s start the game, boys,” he says, and I lean down, my eyes on his hand, and the second that he drops the puck, I move on Matthew. We both miss the puck, but I kick it behind me with my skate and push past him. He doesn’t hit me, though he anticipates every move I make, so when I push, he just pushes harder. It goes on like that for two periods, and I’m so fucking tired, but I’m not giving up.

  I look up at the jumbotron and see that two minutes remain in the third period. “I’d really like to win in regular time,” I tell Corey, who just nods his head, and then it’s our line’s turn, so I jump over the board right when they are making a play in the neutral zone, and Corey intercepts it. Turning to go back into their zone, I’m there with him, and because we messed up their line change, we are with the fourth line instead of playing against Matthew and Max. Their defense man backs up while we are three on two. Corey passes it to me, and I see him speed up, so I pass it right back to him as he skates on the side and I rush the goal. He passes me the puck, and I shoot, hitting the side of the post. When the puck lands on my stick again, I flip it up and send it over the goal line. The red light behind the goal goes on, and I lift my hand and point at Corey. “All you.”

  We go to the bench and high-five everyone and then skate back to the center ice and now Matthew and Max come back on. “Got a lucky one there,” he says, and I just shrug.

  “Either way, I’ll take it,” I say, and for the next two minutes, it’s head to head. They pull the goalie and one of the rookies slides it in to clench the win two to nothing. We skate off the ice, and I’m named first star, but I don’t do the round like I do in Dallas. Instead, I rush to the room and change. The rest of the team are heading back tonight, but I’m staying back, and I booked a private plane tomorrow afternoon. I hurry up and shower, then grab my stuff, throwing it into my bag that is going back to Dallas. “Safe flight, boys,” I tell them. I told the coach this morning that I would be going back home the next day because I had a personal appointment. He knew full well what my personal problem was, and as long as my ass was on the ice on Monday, he didn’t care. So I walk out of the locker room in search of my girl.

  I find her standing there with who has to be her mother and next to her none other than her father, Cooper Stone. She spots me first, and her eyes go soft. I walk to them, and the woman stands there with a smile on her face with Cooper holding her by his side. “Hey.” She kisses my lips. “There he is, the first star of the game.” I shake my head, and she brings me to her parents. “Mom, Dad,” she says, “this is Evan.” Her smile so bright. “Evan, this is my mom, Parker, and my dad, Cooper.”

  I put out
my hand first for her mother and then for her father. “Mr. and Mrs. Stone, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “It’s great to finally meet you,” Parker says. “Zara has told me wonderful things about you.”

  “That was a good game out there,” Cooper says to me. “We should get going, or they will close the kitchen.”

  “We are going to walk to the bar. It’s right around the corner,” Zara says, and we follow her parents all the way there. Cooper holds open the door Parker and then for Zara. I hold out my hand to hold the door for him, and he nods at me and walks in after the girls.

  The place is jam-packed, and I see Zara walking toward the back. Making my way through the noisy crowd, I walk by the bar and finally get to the back of the room where I see six tables with a reserved sign on them. People are filling the tables, and I spot a couple of the players who all see me and give a chin up. One of the tables is full, and I spot Zoe, who gets up and comes to greet us. Zara moves to the side so her parents can go find a seat.

  “Are you okay?” Zara asks me, and I just nod at her. She grabs my hand and then pulls me to the table.

  “Everyone,” she says, “this is Evan.” I smile at everyone and wave while Zara names everyone to me.

  “Hey mister two in a row,” someone says, and Zara just shakes her head.

  “That is Vivienne.” She laughs. “You have to ignore everything she says.”

  “Do you want to go to the bar and get something to drink?” she asks me, and Zoe finally gets to us.

  “Hey there,” she says to me and comes in for a hug. “Great seeing you again.”

  “Nice seeing you too. We are going to get something to drink; does anyone need anything?” Zara asks, and Parker orders a glass of white wine while Cooper just asks for water. They are sitting side by side, but his hand is on her neck. I’ve noticed that every single time I look, he’s holding or touching her.