48. Stefan
48
STEFAN
Another season has come to an end and unfortunately, we lost to the Crushers, 4-1. Kallen Jones was on fire tonight, and he blocked all but one puck. And I’m man enough to admit that he’s an excellent goalie. Our goalies could learn a thing or two from him.
Unlike last offseason, I’m not being shipped off to Tania’s ranch and then a private island due to my douchey ways, instead my heart is being shredded. Wren is heading back to New York and already I miss her. Tania and Leif are extremely happy with my behavior and after a meeting with them before the playoffs, they feel I no longer need her. If only they knew how much I really do need her.
Wren is due to start back in the NYC office a week from Monday. I’ve tried to convince her to stay until the Sunday before, but Wren being Wren wants to get back and be settled before starting work there again.
I still wish she would let us be honest with the world but as Fern said, I have to bide my time until she sees what’s right in front of her—me. Even if the seeing me is through a phone screen.
Fern convinced her to go to Vegas for a last hurrah, but Bradford and I hustled our way into the trip as well, so the four of us flew to Vegas early this morning for a weekend of gambling, drinking, and fun.
Bradford knows a guy, and we’re staying at the Bellagio in a penthouse suite with a view of the fountain.
Walking into the penthouse, the girls squeal over the view. Bradford and I just sit back and watch them run around excitedly. He and I grab a beer each and he pops open a bottle of bubbly for the girls.
“A toast,” Fern states when they finally join us. “Cheers, to a Veg-tabolous weekend.”
We all tap our glasses together. The girls crank up the music and we spend the afternoon in the room drinking.
To be honest, I just want to spend time alone with Wren since she’s leaving soon, but seeing her so happy and excited with Fern, I push my wants aside and go with the flow.
Fern wants to try out some famous steak house and I’m not one to turn down a good steak, so I pull a few strings and manage to get us a table this evening. Sometimes it comes in handy to be a famous hockey player.
Fern and Bradford head to their room to get ready and Wren and I do the same. I let her shower first since, well, she’s a chick and will take longer than me to get ready. When I step out of the en suite, my mouth drops open when I see Wren. She’s wearing a figure-hugging, strapless white dress that looks like a second skin. She’s fucking stunning. Looking down at my black slacks with white button-down shirt, I feel underdressed.
“Hey, handsome,” she singsongs when she spots me.
“Wren, babe, you’re fucking gorgeous. It’s going to be so hard to keep my hands off you tonight.”
“Back at ya, stud.” She walks over to me and adjusts my collar. Sliding my hand around her waist, I bring her in for a kiss. It’s only supposed to be a quick peck but as with anytime I kiss Wren, I can’t help myself and it becomes ravenous.
My hand slides down and I cup her ass in my palm, giving it a little squeeze. She moans into my mouth and hooks her leg around my thigh. Slipping my hand along her skin, I slide under her dress and my eyes widen when my finger slips into her slit. “Umm, Wren, where are your panties?”
“I haven’t put them on yet,” she purrs and looks at me seductively.
“Fuck, babe, thinking about your naked cun-pussy has my dick hard.”
She pushes on my chest and grabs her panties from the bed. She steps into a skimpy thong. I watch as she pulls the flimsy material up her stunning legs, and it somehow is more erotic with her wearing panties.
“Think of the fun we’ll have once we get back here and you tear these off of me. But since you’ve been a good boy and haven’t appeared on WtB recently, as a reward, I can blow you now to tide you over.”
“Don't tempt me, Wren.”
With her eyes locked on mine, she drops to her knees and makes quick work of pulling my dick out. She sticks her tongue out and slides it over the bulbous head of my cock. Opening wide, she sucks my shaft into her mouth and begins to bob her head up and down. I watch her intently as my dick slides in and out between her lips. She moans around my shaft, and I realize she’s fingering herself through her thong. That thought lights the fuse. My balls tighten and I come down her throat. She licks and sucks every drop from me.
My dick pops out of her mouth, and she falls back to her ass. She spreads her legs, pulls her thong to the side, and gives me an unobstructed view of her fingers in her slit as she brings herself to climax.
Watching her pleasure herself has my cock once again twitching and before I say fuck it and fuck her, Fern sings out that the car will be here in five minutes to take us to dinner.
“We’re going to pick this up when we get back from dinner.”
“Mmmhmpf.” She nods and removes her fingers, they glisten with her arousal and my mouth waters. Reaching out, I grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my lips. I lick the juices off her fingers and moan. Wren has the most unique taste, and I cannot wait to have her for dessert.
“Oh My God,” I groan after finishing the last mouthful. “That was the best steak I’ve ever had.”
Everyone nods in agreement. We pass on dessert but the girls would like a nightcap so we decide to head to a cocktail bar on the Strip near our hotel.
“I’m just going to use the ladies’,” Wren says. Sitting here, I watch her walk away and I smile as I watch her ass sway side to side.
Our waiter brings the bill, and Bradford and I argue over who’s paying. We end up agreeing to split the bill but while I am getting my card out, the asshole pays the whole thing. “You can get the drinks,” he says, just as movement at the back of the restaurant garners my attention.
Pushing my chair back, I storm through the restaurant toward Wren and a man. He just back handed her and without thinking, I grab him. It’s Simon Simon. Rearing my hand back, I slam my fist into his face and push him aside. Turning around, I focus on Wren. She’s pressed herself into the wall. Tears are cascading down her cheeks. Without thinking, I pull her into my arms and I hold on to her tightly as she breaks down.
Fern and Bradford join us. “Look after Wren for me,” I tell Fern. Fern pulls Wren into her arms, and I turn my attention to the piece of shit sitting on the floor holding his bloody nose. Dropping down to his level, I grab the collar of his shirt and jerk him toward me. “You ever touch my woman like that again and I’ll kill you.”
Throwing him back to the ground, I stand up, turn, and walk back over to Wren. Placing my hand on her back, she looks at me over her shoulder and when she realizes it’s me, she throws her arms around my neck and holds me.
A camera flash nearby grabs my attention but Wren’s body begins to shake like she’s in shock, and all I can focus on is her. Whispering, “Shhhh,” I tighten my embrace on her.
“I want to leave,” she mumbles into my chest.
“Let’s go,” I tell her. She pulls away from me and stumbles in her heels. Reaching out, I sweep her off her feet and up into my arms. Bridal style, I carry her out of the restaurant and as luck would have it, there’s a taxi waiting and the four of us climb in.
Once we’re buckled in, with Wren still on my lap, the driver pulls away from the curb.
“Thank you for saving me, Stefan,” she tearfully whispers into my shoulder.
“You don’t need to thank me.” Placing a kiss on her temple, I hold her tighter.
“You’re always saving me.” Her statement is mumbled into my chest.
“No, Wren,” I adamantly state while shaking my head. She lifts hers up and stares at me. “You’re the one who’s always saving me. From the moment you moved in, you’ve had my back. Even when I didn’t deserve it.” A small laugh slips free and she smiles. Reaching up, I cup her cheek and gently run the pad of my thumb over her cheekbone where Simon hit her. “Even when I was at my douchiest you believed in me. I’ve never had anyone in my corner like you. I’ve had no one since Nanna.”
“Well, when you aren’t a total douche, you’re kinda awesome, Stefan D?uchmen.”
“Well, Wren Brookes, you are always awesome and I’m glad to have you on Team Stefan.”
The taxi pulls up outside of the hotel. Shuffling out, I try to keep Wren in my arms but she insists she’s okay to walk. Reluctantly, I place her down on her feet but I take her hand in mine. I’m never letting her out of my sight again.
Entering the hotel, I head for the elevators but she tugs on my hand. “Can we get a drink before we go to our room?”
“Anything for you, babe. Anything.” Turning to Fern and Bradford, I ask, “You guys coming?”
“Ummm, we might head on up,” Bradford replies. Nodding at him, I waggle my eyebrows at him but he just shrugs. Going by the smirk on his face, he’s going to take the opportunity to fuck Fern while we aren’t there.
Fern hugs Wren and then we split up.
They head up to the room, and Wren and I head to the lobby bar where the evening takes another unexpected turn.