Cayden
FORTY-TWO
“He’s here,” I smile at the message from Knox that just came through our group text with the team as soon as we got in my car. Luna’s phone dings seconds later, and a big smile lights up her face.
“He’s beautiful,” she whispers, looking over at me before studying the picture again of him curled up against Savi’s chest. “Look at all of that dark hair.”
She smiles when another text comes through.
“Sophia says both he and Savi are doing amazing. She and Travis are headed home soon, so Savi can get some rest.”
She texts her back while I stare at my own phone as the messages start to come in one by one.
A few months ago, seeing this would have cracked open something inside me.
A new baby…a new family…a future someone else got to have.
But tonight, all I feel is happy for them.
Hayes
Thank God he looks like his momma.
Kane
He’s fourteen minutes old, and you’re already starting?
Hayes
I’m complimenting him.
Kane
By insulting his father?
Hayes
The truth hurts sometimes.
Stone
I’ll remember you said that the next time you start crying when I tell you your slapshot needs work.
Hayes
Daddy Stone is actually funny.
Stone
You want kicked off this thread?
Hayes
Just messing with you. Seriously, though, congratulations, captain, and tell Savi she did good.
Kane
We’re happy for you, Stone. Future Bolt right there.
McCormick
Congratulations, Stone.
Foxx
Happy for you, Stone. Tell Savi she’s the real MVP tonight.
The texts come through faster than I can type.
Me
Congratulations, Stone. Really happy for you and Savi. Scar’s going to be so excited when I tell her he’s here.
Stone
Thanks, guys. I’ll pass everything along to Savi.
Stone
I heard the Vipers left with a loss. Congrats on your game-winning goal, McCormick. Blade…a shutout? You killed it tonight.
McCormick
Thanks
I quickly respond as Luna puts away her phone.
Me
Sent their goalie home with a loss just like I said I would.
Me
Need anything at the hospital? I could drop some things off for you on my way home.
Stone
Thanks, but we’re good. Our overnight hospital bags have been packed and ready in the car for weeks now, and Savi’s brothers took care of dinner. I already sent everyone home so my wife could rest. Talk with you guys tomorrow.
I read his last text and put my phone away.
“Doesn’t look like Knox and Savi need anything tonight,” I say, starting my car and putting it in reverse.
“Sophia said the same thing,” she nods, looking out the window, deep in thought. “What was Scarlett’s birth like? Were you scared?” She asks quietly, breaking the silence.
I think back to that night, and how a million things go through your head, and suddenly the nine months of prepping yourself and feeling ready go right out the window.
“I was terrified,” I chuckle, turning out of the parking lot and heading toward my condo. “But then…”
Memories of seeing Scar for the first time surface in my mind, and it was unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“But then I see my daughter for the first time,” I smile.
“When they placed her in my arms, it was like a love I’ve never felt before.
Seeing this tiny baby that I helped create…
” I shake my head in wonder. “She became my whole world, just like that,” I say, snapping my finger.
“Don’t get me wrong, I was still terrified… still am every single day.”
My fingers tighten slightly on the wheel as the need to protect my daughter intensifies.
“Becoming a dad has been my greatest gift, but it has also been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. All I want to do is keep her safe.”
Luna lets out a slight giggle, and my brow arches as I glance her way.
“What?”
“I’m just picturing the first time a boy picks her up for a date. That poor kid is going to be terrified.”
“There won’t be a boy because she’s not dating,” I snort. “I was a teenager once, and know how boys think. No way in hell will I let those horny guys get near her.”
“That’s your plan?” She laughs. “To keep her locked up?”
“Just until she graduates high school,” I shrug. “Then I’ll come up with a new plan because college guys are even worse,” I mutter.
“I stand corrected. It’s poor Scarlett I’m worried about now,” she shakes her head and chuckles softly. “You know, I dated in high school and turned out fine. I didn’t even lose my virginity until after graduation.”
“And we both know how that turned out,” I snort. “The idiot guy you were with couldn’t even tell a real orgasm apart from a fake one. Or worse, they didn’t care as long as they got off.”
I park in my reserved spot in the garage of my condo and turn off the engine. My eyes sweep her body that’s still wearing my jersey, and something inside me dangerously awakens as I reach over and trail my finger along her bare thigh.
“What they don’t realize is that they missed the best part,” I murmur, running my thumb under her black skirt until I reach her panties.
“And what is that?” she whispers as her breath hitches when I find the vee of her thighs. Like a good girl, she opens her legs up more for me, already damp and needy for my touch as I rub her clit through the thin lace.
“Watching you come undone,” I say quietly, moving her thong to the side and sliding a finger in. Her eyes close in pleasure, and her lips part on a sigh.
My dick hardens from the sight and presses painfully against my zipper as I add another finger and feel her walls stretch around me.
Her moan fills the silence, and I soak in every little detail I can as I watch her head arch back and expose her neck to me. The steady pulse against her skin has me leaning over and pressing my lips to it before I move to her ear.
“I’ve been fantasizing about you wearing my number while you cum all over my cock,” I breathe against her skin as I drag my fingers along her walls before plunging deep inside again. “But since I’m feeling extra cocky tonight after my win, I want more.”
Her hips begin to move against my palm as I slowly fuck her with my hand. I can tell she’s close, but I’m craving something different tonight.
Removing my hand, she whimpers from the loss of contact as her chest rises and falls against my jersey.
“Get on your knees and turn around,” I say, more roughly than I intended, as my voice grates against my throat.
Her head whips in my direction, and I point to the passenger window.
“On your knees, little moon. Unless your throbbing little cunt doesn’t want to cum,” I ask, raising a brow, but knowing damn well she wants to.
I didn’t miss the way her thighs pressed together when I dirty-talked.
My girl definitely likes it when I make her feel naughty, and I’m more than ready to satisfy that side of her.
Getting on her knees, she faces the window, and the possessive side of me comes out to play when I see my name and number on her back.
Fuck, if that doesn’t feel like it belongs there.
Moving her hair to the side, there’s enough light in the car to get me the view I dangerously crave. Pushing her shoulders down slightly, I slide my hands up the back of her thighs and over her round ass as I lift her skirt as I go.
For once, I wish I weren’t in a Porsche, so I could have more room to explore, but this view will definitely do for now.
My finger trails down her crevice before touching the lace of her black thong. I grip the fabric with both hands, and in one swift motion, the sound of lace tearing echoes off the windows as I toss the ripped material to the side.
She gasps, but quickly recovers as I swipe my finger through her arousal. A soft moan fills the car as I begin to fuck her with my hand again.
The combination of watching my fingers slide into her pussy while her ass is bared to me and seeing my name stretched across her back is enough to drop me to my knees.
She starts to ride my hand as her palms press against the glass. My dick is rigid and pulsing in my pants. It takes everything in me not to free myself, knowing a few strokes would have me cumming fast and hard, but it’s not what I want tonight.
The need to feel her wrapped tightly around my cock while she wears my number is all I’ve been thinking about for weeks, and I’m not about to use my hand when I could have her body instead.
My fingers curl over my number as I fist my jersey, pulling her down further on my hand as I add a third and press my thumb in the crevice of her ass.
“Ohhhh, God,” she moans.
“This pussy is mine,” I say quietly, as my fingers slide back out before I thrust them back in. “This ass is mine,” I growl, pressing my thumb into her other hole. “You’re wearing my jersey, and that means you're mine.”
I feel her walls start to tighten as her body teeters on the edge of falling.
“You…you have me,” she whimpers, as her body trembles and pulses around my hand.
Closing my eyes, I savor the feel of her body coming apart for me as her words sink in, sating the possessive side of me that knows I would never be okay if another touched her.
She’s found her way into my life, and even if the past repeats itself…
I’d rather face hell again than walk away from the heaven that’s right in front of me.