18. Chapter Eighteen
Today we play against Denver. And we’re all ready to get back on the ice and prove that we’re better than what happened in Boston, both on ice and with the reporters.
I’m ready to show that I’m not distracted, and play harder than I usually do.
Knowing that Calliope will be in the glass seats, getting an up close view of all my work is hyping me up to be the best I’ve ever been.
“Let’s go boys!” Coach calls to us, letting us know it’s time to start warm-ups.
Out on the ice I look for Calliope. I scan the rink on my lap around. I finally spot her and go over to the glass where she is. I tap the glass and mouth I love you to her.
She holds up her hands in the shape of a heart before turning so I can see my last name on the jersey she’s wearing. I smile at her on my way off to finish warm ups.
Fuck, I love seeing my jersey on her. I can’t wait to fuck her later wearing only my last name.
But only if we win first.
When the puck drops all of us are ready to take this win. Kayce takes off with the puck down the ice, three guys are on him immediately. He spins with the puck and manages to get it to JJ, who slaps it toward the goal but gets blocked.
Denver takes the puck back, racing down the ice before Joaquin steals the puck and slaps it to Bram to race it down the ice. The guys are already following him. I break free from the guy covering me and race to get where he can pass the puck. He spots me, sliding it over to my side. I grab it easily and speed to Kayce. Passing to him, he stops the puck right before it goes behind the goal. He sneaks it through a small gap between the edge of the goal, and the goalie’s pads.
It sneaks through giving us the first goal of the game.
Denver is pissed. They came back in the second period ready to fight, but so did we. Kayce and Joaquin each score one goal, with Denver scoring two. Leaving the Havoc as the winners of a close three to two game.
Let’s see what the fucking media can come up with this time .
I, again, join Kayce for the conference, wanting to be with my girl, not these damn vultures.
“Kayce! Is your brother dating supermodel Olivia Austin? He’s been seen a few times with her. Isn’t he engaged?”
What the fuck is wrong with these reporters lately? Who is letting them in?
Kayce’s hands fist at his side.
“Are there any questions pertaining to the players and their performance tonight? If there aren't, I'm afraid we’ll need to end the conference,” Coach asks the vultures, I mean reporters.
The one who was screaming out their question to Kayce takes their seat, appropriately chided by Cade Hamlin.
Finally a brave soul steps up, “What changed from last game to this game? Y’all were hungry tonight.”
I take this one because Kayce is still trying to stare a hole in the head of the other reporter.
“We were hungry. We had some rough plays in Boston, and took some bad penalties. This week, all the guys from the rookies to Kayce and I, we wanted that win.”
“Is it true Calliope Miller was in attendance tonight? Did you want to make a good impression on your girlfriend with a win? ”
“I always want a win. And I don’t need to make an impression on the woman I love. She loves me whether I win or lose.”
Coach nods at my answer.
“Is it true she’s pregnant? A one-night stand gone wrong?”
“That’s enough. We’re calling this conference until you can come up with questions that pertain to hockey.” Coach stands and ushers us off the stage and back to the locker room.
“What the fuck is going on out there, Coach?” Kayce asks, still fuming about the question.
“I don’t know. You guys haven’t been in the media lately. I mean your brother, yes,” he nods to Kayce. “But you and Calliope have laid low, someone is definitely feeding them gossip on you. From now on I’m going to bring rookies with me. They don’t give a shit what’s said about them and the worst I’ll hear is that they got their dick wet with some girl who snapped a nude while they slept. At least they’ll want to own that shit.” He rolls his eyes.
Fucking rookies .
“Adams!” Coach calls for our least problematic rookie and follows after him with the new press conference plan.
“What the fuck, dude, has your brother really been out with Olivia Austin? ”
“I don’t know. But I’m definitely going to fucking find out. Wren doesn’t deserve that shit.”
I nod at him, grabbing my bag off the bench.
I leave the locker room with Kayce animatedly talking to his brother on the phone. That conversation isn’t going to end well for his brother. Kayce has been in love with Wren since they were twelve. I’ve picked up the pieces one too many times after too many beers in an attempt to drink her away.
I push open the doors that lead to the family waiting area. Finding Calliope waiting by herself.
“Hey, why are you here all by yourself?”
“Oh, there weren't many of us tonight. Claire isn’t feeling well. And everyone else left.” She shrugs.
“In that case…” I drop my bag and pick her up, carrying her in my arms with hers wrapped around my neck.
“Where are you taking me?” She swats my shoulder in an attempt to be put down.
“Wherever I take us.” I smack her ass. “And you’ll like it.”
I veer off to walk back through the locker room. Waving to Kayce as he laughs at Calliope hanging off my shoulder. He knows exactly where I’m going.
Opening the door I see reporters still in the press rooms with Adams and Coach. I place her on the ground because this media is the last thing we need. I clasp her hand in mine.
“Come on. Let’s go watch Adams fumble through his first press conference with Coach and Bram while we wait.”
“Wait for what?” she whispers, following me in through the back door.
“You’ll see.” I wink at her.
“Adams, who is your biggest supporter on the team? A role model if you have one.” A reporter asks.
“Oh easy. Viktor Karlsen is the man. He’s always the first guy to offer help, or advice.” He winks, catching my eye in the back of the room.
I roll my eyes at his kiss-ass attitude and he makes a heart with his fingers in the new way those kids do with their forefinger and middle finger.
“Oh, he loves you!” Calliope whisper-shouts to me.
The same reporter’s head swivels around, catching my hand entwined with Calliope’s. I know he’s making a mental note after the earlier comments in my press conference. When he continues to stare, more reporters catch on.
“You want a statement?” A plan is coming to my mind.
He stands there, nodding silently.
“Fine. You get the exclusive.” I wave him off through to the hallway .
He gathers his shit quickly and runs out of the room like I’ve just granted him a pot of gold. He’s a good guy, usually sticks to the basics and sports so I’ll give him this one.
“This is on my terms, you got it?” I demand once we’re in an empty press room. “You do this right and I’ll give you all our exclusives from now on. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I got it. Your way.”
Calliope chuckles at his use of yes, Sir and she’s going to pay for that later.
“This is Calliope Miller, the love of my life. She’s everything I’ve never known I was looking for.” He scribbles fast on his notepad. “We met at TRNDZ opening night. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and then she sent me a tequila shot. She had absolutely no idea who I was and that was so refreshing.”
I wait for him to finish writing before taking his pencil. “This is off record, and you get the exclusive when it’s ready, am I clear?”
He nods enthusiastically.
“She is pregnant. It’s a boy. And we have maternity photos in a few weeks to announce. You do this right and you keep your mouth shut, I’ll give you the photographer so you can print the exclusive announcement. In the meantime, I need one thing from you. ”
“Shit. Are you kidding me? You give me that exclusive you can have whatever the fuck you want, dude.” He runs his hands through his hair. “This is going to skyrocket my career. Maybe ESPN will recognize me and I can get off this bullshit drama beat of your private lives.”
“You do this, and I’ll get you in contact with ESPN. My recommendation will go far for you. So don’t fuck up.”
“Whatever you need, man. But let me guess, you want to know who that idiot reporter is asking all the dumb questions?”
I nod. “And his fucking source.”
“All yours, Karlsen. I’ll get it.” He looks to Calliope. “Anything you want to add Ms. Miller?”
“I am blissfully happy with Viktor, and so proud to call him mine,” she says while looking at me instead of the reporter.
“Can I push my luck for a photo?” At least he knows I’ve given him more than I’d ever give anyone else.
“Yeah.” I pull Calliope in my arms, dipping her across my front, running my hand into her hair and pulling her face to mine before locking lips with her.
Before I let her go, I whisper into her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you in the rink with only my jersey on.”
When I right her, the blush that takes over her cheeks is a bright red .
“Holy shit, man, thanks so much!” He swipes through his phone smiling bigger with each photo. “I’ll do you right. It’s bullshit how they try to drag y’all through the mud for having a normal relationship.”
“Thank you so much. Here’s my business card, email me and I’ll get you the dates and our photographer’s information.” Calliope pulls a business card out and hands it to him.
He takes it and runs, yelling thank you on his way out.
“That was big of you, what dirty reporter though?” She pouts.
“Remember the guy from Boston? Who blamed you for the loss, or at least my distraction?” She nods her head yes. “Well he was back tonight, he’s following us and he had more bullshit for me and for Kayce. He’s coming after us on purpose, but mostly me. He has a source that’s clearly fucking feeding him bullshit. And I want to know who it is.”
“I’m sorry. But you really trust that guy?” She juts her thumb over her shoulder.
“Yeah.” I shrug. “He’s generally a good guy, tries to focus on sports, he’s been trying to get ESPN for years, but he never makes front page news unless we’re in the playoffs. But this will skyrocket him to multiple front pages in the next few months. He won’t screw us. Plus he knows I’m tight with some of the ESPN announcers. ”
“You’re a really good man, Viktor Karlsen.”
“Yeah, remember that sentiment when I’m done with you tonight.” I scoop her up into my arms, she squeals with excitement, knowing that I’m about to deliver on my promise.
Creeping to the double doors that lead to the rink, I push them open slowly, happy to see the press conferences took so long that the lights are off. The rink is lit only by the low emergency exit lighting.
I walk through the tunnel, and place her on our bench. “Hold on to the edge of the wall, and bend over.” I demand while I undo her jeans. Except I get caught up on the button that isn’t actually a button.
She giggles at my struggle. “I had to use a hair tie. My belly is too big for the button but I haven’t gotten maternity jeans yet.” She reaches under her jersey and easily loosens them, pushing the jeans down to her ankles.
She listens to my instruction and grips the edge of the wall bending over, leaving her bare to me with the lace thong peeking at the top of her ass.
I can’t help myself, I reach out and slap her ass cheek.
I slide my finger under the waist of her lace thong. “Is this for me to rip off again?”
“Only for you. ”
I don’t hesitate I rip them off, shoving them in my pocket. “They’re soaked Skatten Min. Are you ready for my cock?”
She pushes her ass back into my lap. Undoing my own suit pants as fast as I can, I let them fall just enough to set my cock free. Gripping myself, I run my dick through her wet as fuck pussy.
“You’re always so ready for me.”
Without any more preamble I slam my cock into her. “Remember to be quiet. We can’t get caught.”
I dig my fingers into her luscious curves at her hips, gripping her tight and pulling her back to me. Her delicious ass bounces each time I slam into her. The thrill of doing something I’ve always wanted to do, but never wanted to risk, has me ready to come all too soon.
“Need you to come, Skatten Min.” She takes my hand and drags it around to her clit. I don’t need to be told twice.
I run my finger in circles around her clit before pinching it. Her hips buck into mine.
“That’s it, gorgeous, feel my cock hitting you deep, feel my fingers giving you the friction you need to come all over me. Grip my cock with that pussy.” I continue until she slams into me erratically and starts grinding on my fingers.
As her orgasm ricochets through her, my own orgasm spills into her, dropping down her thigh already .
I pull out, slapping her ass and pulling up her jeans, then mine.
“I can’t wait to lick you clean when we get home.” I whisper to her before lacing my fingers with hers to leave. She shivers at my promise.
Retracing our steps I grab my bag that I dropped in the family waiting area, and practically run out to the truck to get her home.
I want to enjoy my feast properly.