Chapter Twenty-Seven
ETHAN
It’s been nearly a month since Daisy has set foot in here.
At first, we were worried about how loud it would be.
The concussion she had was serious. The first two weeks it was all about quiet and dim lighting in the house.
I wasn’t about to risk it taking even longer for her to heal by her coming to a game.
The entire Miles family was also aggressive and loud when it came to cheering on the Bobcats at games. They all agreed with me and backed me up. We wouldn’t risk it.
Even after the doctor okayed it, I hesitated. Daisy is my everything and I almost lost her. She wanted to come to one of the games last weekend, but I convinced her to stay home and rest. My girl was exhausted and trying to act like she wasn’t.
I think she overdid it, trying to come back strong filling the farm stand with her sourdough baked goods.
That was after taking three weeks off to rest. I knew she felt restless, but she should’ve eased herself back into it.
Daisy was trying to survive off coffee, and that’s not enough.
I made sure she drank water, ate, and rested.
The chill in the air brings me back to the present as we move to walk down the hall to the ice. The light show spread out sends beams of blue and pink across the ice.
“Let’s give a warm welcome to your Lonestar Bobcats.” It barely comes out of the speakers before the cheers come.
All around the rink, people stand to applaud and cheer. It always creates a buzz, lighting me up from the inside. Tonight is even better because Daisy is here.
It’s her first game as Daisy Miller. Not that she would sit with the WAG group in the box, her spot will always remain at the glass with the rest of the Miles family.
I skate around as we do our normal opening drill of hitting pucks into the net before skating around to see where I know she’ll be.
Her hand rests on the glass as I skate closer. I tap my glove hand against it a couple of times, then motion for her to do a spin for me. My eyes need to see that Miller name on the back of her jersey. She laughs as she slowly turns, poses, then faces me once more.
I can’t hold back the grin. “I love you, wifey.” I mouth.
“I love you, hubby.” She smiles.
I tap the glass once more, then move to stretch. After a few stretches, I glance back at her, give her a wink, then move to shoot the puck into the net a few more times.
It’s not long before the game begins. Adrenaline courses through me as I wait for the puck to drop. I’m in position and ready to cut through the ice.
The puck drops and the other team has control. I quickly move into position, my stick and extension of me as I shoot across the ice, and turn, skating backwards and helping play defense.
They shoot and miss and I quickly get hold of the puck, skating it across the ice before passing it to Kole. He moves it farther down the ice before passing to Baker. The puck is passed a few more times before being passed back to Kole. He shoots.
Score!
Music comes out across the speakers as we all cheer him on. I’m one of the few moving to the bench, rotating around our team as the rest of the period plays out.
*****
I drop my bag by the door and kick off my boots. It was a tough game. We lost two to one and the team meeting in the locker room after went longer than I’d liked. I texted Daisy to get a ride home with family and now I’m just glad to be home and ready to set my eyes on her again.
After locking the front door and picking up my boots to set on the shoe rack, I take the stairs two at a time. I push open our bedroom door to see her sleeping in our bed.
“Baby, I’m home,” I whisper as I quietly walk towards the bed
I strip down into my boxers and crawl into bed next to her. She smiles and opens her eyes.
“Hi,” her voice is soft. She scoots closer to me and I wrap my arms around her. “Everything okay?”
“Better now that I’m home.”
She pulls back to look into my eyes, looking more awake and alert. “What can I do to help?”
“Let me hold you.” I sigh.
Daisy laughs. “What else?” Her fingers trace patterns across my chest.
“Let me take care of you.”
Her fingers move farther down my body. “Anything else?”
“Daisy,” I warn. It’s too soon. As much as I want to do what she’s implying, the accident was barely a month ago.
“I want you.” Her eyes flicker up to mine.
I groan. “What about your head?”
“If I can attend a hockey game, I can have sex with my husband.” She pushes off of my chest and sits up in bed.
Fuck, I love when she refers to me as her husband. Daisy moves to straddle me and grinds herself against my hardening cock.
“Or do I need to pleasure myself?”
“No,” I growl out and roll us so she’s below me. A smile covers her face. “How is your head?”
“More than fine. I promise.” Her eyes flicker from my eyes, to my lips, then back up to my eyes. “Make love to me. Please,” she begs.
I chase her lips and rock against her. It’s too hard to tell her no. Even before she was my wife, I would’ve done anything for her. Daisy has always had me wrapped around her finger.
Two weeks ago, we went up to the court house with the rest of the Miles family and my uncle, and got married.
It was the middle of the week but I knew how important it was for her to have her mom and Delilah be there too.
She assured me she didn’t care it was small and I was in a hurry to put a ring on her finger.
Now, all that’s left is to put a baby in her, and fuck if I’m not going to try now.
“Ethan,” she pleads against my lips before I deepen our kiss.
My hands trace down her curves and back up again, repeatedly. I’ll never get enough of her. As much as I want to take my time with her, I’m just as eager as she is.
We move quickly, pulling at each other’s clothes until I’m hovering back over her. I wrap my hand around my cock and coat the tip as I rub against her, teasingly. My eyes zone in on hers as I slowly press in.
I mumble incoherently at the feel of her gripping me.
So fucking tight. I can already tell I’m not going to last long.
My eyes stay on hers as I pull out slowly and push in a little faster.
I move my hand between us to gently rub at her clit, applying just enough pressure until she’s arching beneath me.
My lips cover hers as she cries out and I continue thrusting into her, chasing my own release. I don’t pull out when I’m done, I stay inside of her and smirk.
“You trying to get me pregnant, Mr. Miller?” She asks in a daze.
“I sure am, Mrs. Miller.” I press a soft kiss to her lips and roll us over so she’s laying on top of me.
But I don’t fucking pull out.