Chapter 46
Conner
That night Conner left the ice defeated. He knew that getting the cup this year without Wes was going to be an uphill climb, but he thought they might make it through the first round, but they had just had their asses handed to them by Florida.
Fuck Florida.
The mood in the locker room was somber. Coach gave the best pep talk he could, but all the men in this room had worked their asses off and they all hated to lose. You didn”t make it to be in the NHL without that drive to win and a playoff loss was hard to stomach.
No one was going out tonight, they were all going home to lick their wounds. Conner would plan a team gathering for some time soon before people started scattering for the off season.
He was looking for Sasha as he left. It didn”t feel right walking to his car without her. When he was in the parking lot, he didn”t see her car. He guessed she had already headed home. He still didn”t like it. He wanted her with him.
He made it home and pulled into his empty garage. In the weeks she had been staying with him he had gotten used to seeing her car in his garage. He had gotten used to her plethora of beauty supplies in his bathroom. He loved her dolled up for work, but he loved her even more at home when she was just walking around in those sinfully short sleep shorts with no make-up and her glasses on. He had never known anyone like Sasha.
He walked into his big empty house. He was bummed about the loss. He was missing Sasha.
This was ridiculous. They could do better than this. He picked his keys back up and got back in his car and drove over to Sasha”s apartment.
He pulled up and got out of his car and walked in. The fact that the lock was still broken, and he could walk right into her building made him even more sure of his decision. He climbed the stairs to her apartment two at a time and strode quickly over to her door. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but to his surprise the door opened before he could land a knock.
Standing there in the doorway was Sasha holding an overnight bag. She gave a little squeal of surprise before a big smile spread across her face.
“Just where do you think you”re going?” he asked.
“I was coming to you. I hate it here.”
“Well, I was coming to get you,” he said, sweeping her into his arms. Her bag hit the floor with a thud. Conner held her tight, sweeping her off her feet. He kissed her and she kissed him right back.
She pulled her head back as he kissed down her neck. “Take me home, Conner.”
He set her back on the floor and bent down and picked up her bag.
He peeled out of her parking lot and broke every speeding law anxious to get her home.
“Conner, I would like to arrive at your house in one piece,” she said as he blew through a yellow light.
His grip on her knee just tightened.
In no time they were pulling into his garage and Conner felt better than he had felt in a long time if that was possible after losing a game tonight. He got her bag out of the back and they walked to the door. Before he opened it, he stopped her, pulling her into a kiss. Seeing the smile on her face as they parted told him all he needed to know. This was it. The beginning of their life together.
He set her bag down and swept her up into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she squealed.
“Carrying you over the threshold,” he said with a grin spread wide across his face.
“This is cheesy,” she said, swatting his chest.
“I don”t care. You”re home. This place didn”t feel the same without you.”
“Conner, put me down,” she said. Once he was in the kitchen he relented and put her down.
She walked into his space, and he couldn’t help but smile at the familiar look of this woman in his house. He hoped it would be their house. It was still early, and they still had some details to work out, but they would work it out.
He walked in behind her and snaked his arms around her waist and held her close. Her hands came to his and she melted into him, and her head tipped back resting on his shoulder. The feel of her softness and the view right down her dress shot straight to his cock that was already hardening and ready to return home too.
“Sasha, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I need you naked in my bed, right now.”
She turned in his arms and kissed him. She pulled out of his arm and slid her pumps off and cocked her eyebrow up at him. “Let”s do this McPhee,” she said as she made her way to his room.
Conner looked up at the ceiling shaking his head with a huge grin spreading across his face. His life had never felt this full. He should be licking his wound from a terrible loss, but instead he felt incredible.
“You coming?” Sasha called from the stairs.
“Not yet, but you will be soon,” he said as he jogged to the stairs grinning up at her.
“Get up here,” she said with a jerk of her head. Then she turned and made her way up.
By the time he got to his room she was already there stripping off her clothes and he just watched her. The weight that had always been bearing down on them, from him denying his feelings to the stalker, all of that was gone. Now it was just him and Sasha and the magic that existed every time they touched.
But now he saw what she was wearing. She had on one of those sexy numbers he had seen on her Instagram and then lust took over every other emotion he had been feeling.
He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked into the room. Sasha walked back until her knees hit his bed. Her gaze glued to his the entire time. He pulled the shirt over his head as he walked over to her and began to run his hands over the perfect full curves of her body. She undid his belt buckle as his hand explored her.
He got out of his pants and sat on his bed holding Sasha at arm’s length. His gaze traveled up and down her body, taking her in.
“Damn, Sasha. You are so fucking beautiful.”
She gave his shoulders a push and he fell back on his bed. He scooted up so he was against his held board.
She crawled over and straddled his lap, grinding herself down his hard cock feeling, the heat from her center through his boxers. She slanted her mouth over his as he held her close. His fingers began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. He slipped the straps down her shoulder and broke the kiss long enough for his mouth to kiss down her neck, chest, and then suck one her hard nipple into his mouth.
“Conner” she gasped.
His name on her lips broke him. He wrapped his arms around her and flipped them. He pulled her underwear down her legs and got out of his own boxers. Then he settled between her legs. “I need to be inside of you right now.”
“Yes, Conner, I need you.”
She needed him. He would be here for her. Always. He slid home all the way into her perfect wet pussy. She cried out and he pulled out slamming home again.
Her hands fisted in his hair bringing his mouth to hers to kiss him while he continued to pump in and out of her. He wasn”t going to last much longer, and he needed her to come. Pulling back, he slid his hand between them and found her clit. She gasped and pushed into his hand. He worked her trying to hold off his own climax, but then she cried out and clenched around him. He followed her right over the edge in lost in his own bliss.
The next morning Conner woke up to snuggle Sasha only to find an empty bed. He got out of bed and pulled on some shorts. Some of her clothes were still on his floor so at least he was fairly positive she was still here. He wandered off to find her.
When he got to the top of the stairs, he heard music coming from the kitchen. He made his way down and when he turned the corner, he saw what may be one of the best things he had ever seen.
There, dancing in the kitchen to Ain”t No Mountain High Enough wearing his Mystic Falls hockey t-shirt and those tiny sleep shorts, was Sasha. No make-up, hair piled on top of her head, glasses on and a big smile on her face.
“French toast?” she said with a smile and then proceeded to sing into the spatula like a microphone.
He picked up a spatula of his own and slid into the kitchen surprising her. A grin lit her face as he sang the Marvin Gaye part of the song. They danced and sang and existed in this perfect moment.
“I love you, Sasha.” The words were out of his mouth before he could even think about it. Even if he had thought about it, he would have said it. It was true.
She stopped dancing and her hand that had been holding the microphone spatula dropped and she just stared at him. “What did you say?”
“I love you,” he said as he closed the space between them and slid his arms around her. She gave a contented sigh in his arms.
“I love you too, Conner.” His heart was fit to burst. He grabbed her face with both of his hands and kissed her. Pulling back the big smile on her face was everything.
She plated them up some breakfast and they went and sat at the table.
“So, when are you moving in?”
“You”ve still yet to take me on a real date.” she said, grinning at him.
“Are you serious? I thought…” he said, fighting confusion.
“What? That I was just moving in?”
“Well...yeah.”
“Conner.” She leveled a look at him.
“What?”
“While I have no desire to stay in my apartment at all, I can”t just move in with you. You haven”t even met my parents. My very Catholic Lebanese father would have a heart attack, and even though he”s a pain in my ass sometimes I am fond of him.”
Conner nodded. “Okay, I get it. Conservative father. I can do that. When do I meet him so I can butter him up enough to ask for your hand in marriage?”
She just laughed at him and took a bite of French toast.
“Laugh all you want, baby. But I”m going to marry you someday. I know that.”
“For now, I’ll move over more of my stuff, and we can figure it out from there.”
“As much as I want you to move in and marry you tomorrow, I can wait. I have some free time over the next couple months, maybe we can take a trip to meet your family.”
She smiled down at her plate and looked up at him through her lashes. “I would really like that. I really do love you, Conner. I don”t know what I would have done these past couple months without you.”
He took her hand and held it on the table. “I knew from the second I saw you on the bench and ordered you some tickets you were my girl. We”ve certainly had an interesting start, but I wouldn’t change anything. Well, maybe one thing,” he said as his hand brushed her cheek that still had a faded bruise along her cheek bone.
“Yeah. I’d change that part too, but as awful as that was, you pulled your head out of your ass and stopped being a dick,” she said grinning at him. She leaned over the table and kissed him.
They finished their breakfast swiftly. Sasha needed a shower and Conner was more than happy to join her. They spent the rest of the day in bed relaxing and enjoying each other. All the pressure from their relationship had lifted, but that pressure had formed something amazing. The love between them sparkled like a diamond and Conner knew he would spend the rest of his life finding ways to make this queen, who had given him everything, happy. This was just the beginning of their love story, and he couldn”t wait to start their happily ever after.