30. Adrianna
Adrianna
The next morning, our perfect little bubble is popped.
"That isn't going to fucking happen." Luka's voice raises and causes me to jump awake.
I am not sure how long I have been sleeping.
"Shit, I am sorry I woke you up, Baby." He runs his fingers through my hair.
I should shower today. I haven't left this room since they brought him up here.
I open my eyes to see Kincade and Jake sitting by the bed.
"Morning, guys." I lift myself off of Luka.
"Afternoon, Mrs. Rizzoli." Dean smiles at me jokingly.
I look down at my watch. Holy shit, it's one already. I pull out my phone and text Penelope, asking her to bring me some clean clothes and my shower stuff. I won't leave Luka, but I refuse to go another day without showering.
"Rizzoli, can you watch the clips and tell Webster what the new kid needs to work on?" Kincade goes back to talking to Luka.
"No, that kid isn't playing in my crease. I can play." Luka pushes to get off the bed and my chest tightens.
"You are not getting out of this bed." I push him back into the pillow.
"He is playing in the game tonight, Rizzoli. Help us win." Kincade stands and hands Luka a tablet. "Make him understand, Webster. That is your job." He doesn't say anything else as he walks out the door.
"We have to win this game to stay in the playoffs. Come on, Rizzoli. Help us out." Jake taps on the tablet. "We lost the last game. Don't let us lose another."
"Fine. But I am playing in the next game.
" Luka turns on the tablet and I roll my eyes.
There is no way Doc is going to clear him to play.
Luka's family are in and out all day. Jake spends a few hours sitting in his spot beside Luka.
Taking notes and relaying them to Kincade, who I am sure is telling Luka's replacement everything he needs to do tonight.
No one mentions Tucker's brothers again.
And I don't ask. I don't really care where they are.
I hope they are at the bottom of the river somewhere.
I am turning the shower on when I hear Jake leave the room.
A couple minutes later, the shower curtain is pulled back, and Luka is standing there naked.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I am doing? I am showering with my wife.
" Luka steps into the shower, and I would be lying if I didn't say that hearing him call me his wife didn't turn me on.
I hate seeing his body covered in bruises.
I ghost my fingers over them while he tips his head under the water.
I have seen his bruises before after a game.
But knowing these were put here by Tucker's brothers has my blood boiling.
I really fucking hope they are at the bottom of a river with their feet cut off for kicking him.
"I was so scared. Seeing you on that stretcher, all the blood. I didn't think you were ever going to wake up."
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him.
He runs his hands through my hair and down my back.
Gripping my ass, he lifts me, spinning me, and pushes me against the wall.
The wall is freezing, so I arch my back, which causes me to push into him more.
He trails kisses up my neck. He leans in close to my ear.
"I am here, I am fine. I need to fuck my wife." I can feel him against my opening and I nod. "Are you sure you are ready?" I can feel his hand start to move from below my ass.
"I am ready. I want my husband to fuck me." I whisper and bite his ear. I wince as he starts to push into me. It's been a couple days and I stretch around his piercings. I welcome the slight pain. It reminds me that he is here with me, that he is okay.
Before long, he is slamming into me. Pushing my shoulders into the wall.
I pray that his family doesn't walk into his room because there is no way I can be quiet.
I am yelling his name when I come. A few minutes later, Luka is moaning my name as he finds his release.
He slides me off of him and sets me on the floor.
"Let's get cleaned up, Wife. We have a game to go to. "
I spin around and slap his chest. "You are not playing in that game tonight, Luka."
"I'm not. I want to be there for my teammates. I won't play. I just want to be on the bench. I need to be there." I know there isn't any arguing with him. I can see it in his eyes.
"Fine. I need to stop by my house first." I quickly start washing my hair.
"Why?"
"Because there is no way I am showing up to my husband's game without his name on my back." I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me. "Hurry up, husband. We have a game to go to."
The whole family is in our seats, even though Luka isn't playing.
He looks sexy as hell, sitting on the bench in his suit.
He is whispering something to Coach, who shakes his head.
Luka looks pissed. The kid that is Goalie tonight isn't doing awful, but he isn't doing great, either.
The score is tied and there are only a couple minutes left in the second period.
I know they have to win this game to head to the cup.
I also know it is killing Luka to sit on the bench.
The clock starts winding down and Luka stands up.
Yelling something at Kincade and storms off to the tunnel before the team is even off the ice.
A few minutes into intermission, my phone vibrates, and Luka's name appears on the screen.
"Hey. Everything okay?" I lift the phone to my ear, yelling so he can hear me over the music.
"Yeah, Gattina. I just wanted to hear your voice. You are my calm."
I know what that means. "No, Luka. You can't go out onto that ice." I start pushing my way out of the row. His family staring at me. If I can get to him, I can stop him.
"Doc cleared me, Gattina. I love you." He hangs up before I can say anything else.
"He is playing, isn't he?" Cross looks down at me as I stare at my phone and nod. "I fucking knew it. Dumb ass kid."
The crowd noise is deafening when they announce Luka is going to be playing Goalie.
He steps onto the ice. He spins around. Everyone is on their feet, cheering and yelling at him.
He skates over to his net and does some quick stretches.
Turning around, he lifts his helmet and winks at me.
Oh, just wait until we get home, asshole.