17. Griffin
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
GRIFFIN
S eeing her perky little ass in the air for me makes me feel like I’m the king of the goddamn world. My hand splayed between her shoulder blades, I push her chest to the mattress and slide my hands down her back and between her cheeks until I reach the glistening warmth between her legs. With two fingers I spread her open and stroke my tongue through her arousal, circling her clit as she whimpers in my hold.
“So, fucking sweet.” I lean over her body, my fingers delving inside her, and whisper in her ear all the things I plan to do to her. “Once I grab a condom I’m going to claim this tight cunt once and for all, Naughty.”
“No condom,” she says breathily. “I’m your wife, Griffin. I’m clean and I’ve been on the pill for years. No condom.”
“You’re sure?” I ask her a bit taken aback. I’ve never been bare inside a woman before. I’ve always been responsible.
“Yes. One hundred percent. I want to feel you. All of you.”
Fuck yes.
My dick just stiffened even more.
“In that case,” I murmur giving her ass a quick spank. “I’m going to claim this pussy fast and I’m going to claim it hard and then with my cum inside you, I will spend the rest of this goddamn night claiming every last inch of your precious sexy body.”
“Yes,” she hisses. “Please, Griffin, don’t make me wait any longer.”
“I’d hold on tight if I were you. This might be a little rough.”
She wiggles her pretty ass and I spank her one more time and then I line myself up at the entrance of her pussy and thrust inside her.
“Oh, my God!” she moans.
“Jesus,” I pant.
She’s so fucking tight.
Gripping me like a goddamn vise.
I give her a couple small thrusts, stretching her, feeling her, filling her, reveling in the pressured warmth against my veined cock.
“So, fucking good.”
She whines, grasping the sheets around her. “Griffin.”
“How does that feel, Naughty?”
“Like the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But I need more.”
“Good.” I smile behind her and then reach around her body to palm her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. “I need more too.”
She cries out as I drive forward, the sound of her voice a choked garble. “Oh, fuck! Griffin!”
We’re skin on skin.
The sound of our bodies slapping together surrounds us both as we reach for the high we’re chasing. A sound I will never tire of.
“Griff! Oh God! I can’t. It’s too…Oooh.” A loud extended groan rips through her throat as her pussy clenches around my cock, squeezing me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Naughty, I’m going to come.”
My mind turns to mush, as it regularly does when I’m with this beautiful woman, and my chest starts to tingle. There’s a spark in the base of my spine that shoots through my body as I continue thrust after glorious thrust. And then suddenly my balls are tightening and my jaw drops and I’m pulling her body up so her back is against my chest, my hands over her soft breasts and I’m coming so hard I nearly black out.
“Mine,” I pant, resting my forehead on her back and kissing her heated skin. “You’re mine, Layken Ollenberg. My fucking gorgeous wife.”
She sighs as I lower her body back to the mattress and rolls over so she can gaze into my eyes. “One thousand percent, yours.”
The next three days are some of the happiest I can remember being. The team continuing on our string of away games, we’ve crossed the country stopping in Atlanta, Boston, and Detroit. All wins for us, thank God. Though Layken stays behind at the hotel during the day so she can write, she comes to every game with the ladies, cheering us on and giving me the extra oomph I need to skate faster, play harder. And each night following our win, she and I have our own celebrations fucking for all hours of the night. I’ve gotten to know her body better than any woman I’ve ever shared space with and each time I get the opportunity to be intimate with her it’s like I’m learning something new all over again.
Like the way she orgasms harder if she’s on her back with her knees pulled into her chest. She likes that position. Or how she likes her nipples pinched when she’s riding my cock on top of me. Or the way she sometimes rubs at her clit on her own as I’m fucking her because the stronger the sensation, the better the orgasm for her which in turn makes it fucking glorious for me.
We’ve snuggled every night afterwards, talking until neither one of us can keep our eyes open. She’s touched every part of me, inside and out, and I’ve worshipped every part of her.
Our last game of the stretch is Milwaukee and then I get to take my wife home where I can begin to give her everything she could ever want. Everything she desires. Never in my wildest dreams did I see my life this way. With the wife of my dreams cheering me on when I’m on the ice and then celebrating with me all over again when we’re alone. Layken is someone I know without a doubt I can be myself with when we’re together. And I can’t wait to tap into a new normal with her.
The team waits in the tunnel as Lumin, our team mascot does some sort of pregame competition with Pete the Parrot, the team mascot for the Milwaukee Pirates. The arena erupts with applause as Ella comes off the ice and into the tunnel. She gives each of us a high five and then pats August’s ass and then it’s game on for all of us.
There’s no score in the first period but we regroup and come back to start the second period with an agenda we have every intention of following through on. After the second face off of the period there’s back pressure from Milwaukee’s offense but we work around them and take control of the puck. I drop it back, giving August and Ledger a little wiggle room to infiltrate their net before I pass. The puck shifts to Harrison and then back to me and I send it down the seam but it banks off the net and flies toward Ledger who slides into position. He stops, spins a shot, and scores!
“Hell yeah!” I’m the first one of us to Ledger, wrapping my arms around him and patting his helmet. Way to fucking go, Dayne!”
“Let’s fucking go, Dayne!” Harrison beams. “We’ve got this. Keep it up.”
The next face off is won by Oliver and every one of us is sprinting down the ice trying to repeat our last scoring play. Oliver sends the puck to Ledger who shoots it across the ice to August, but Milwaukee’s right winger, Harlingson, flies by me and takes possession.
“Fuck!”
I’m on Harlingson’s tail as a battle for the puck happens against the wall. Oliver, Ledger, August, and now Bodhi are all vying to get their stick in the action in hopes of coming out victorious. Bodhi finally comes out on top, passing the puck across the ice to me, but out of nowhere I’m checked into the glass by one of their players so hard I lose my breath, hit my head against the glass, and fall in a heap on the ice.
Fuck!
I can’t breathe.
The action of the game plays on around me in a blur. I know I need to get myself off the ice, but I can’t get my body to move. I try to fill my lungs enough to get myself up but every breath feels heavier than the last. My chest stings every time I try to inhale.
Come on, Ollenberg.
Fucking breathe!
Why-why can’t I…
I can’t catch…
Fuck, I can’t breathe.
“Hey! Ollenberg’s down!” I hear Ledger shout before the whistle blows but even the pause in the game is no use. I can’t catch my breath and panic is washing over me.
“You alright, Griff?” Ledger’s down on one knee over my body trying to assess the situation and I can’t even tell him what’s going on. All I can do is look at him in sheer panic as I try everything I can to take a deep breath.
Ledger sees the fear in my eyes and grabs my arm. “It’s going to be fine. You’re okay. You’re okay man. I got you.” I see him waving his hand toward the bench and know he’s frantically waving for Darius.
In two seconds, Darius is at my side. “Talk to me Griff.”
I make a motion to my chest where it fucking hurts and take teeny tiny breaths, anything to fucking keep myself alive. I don’t want to black out.
This isn’t how I go out.
This is just temporary.
I’m going to be fine.
But fuck! It fucking hurts!
Breathe dammit!
Darius rolls me slightly and somehow by the grace of God, I can gasp a deep breath and when I do, I scream in pain louder than I think I ever have on the ice.
Darius does a quick assessment and finally I can talk enough to tell him what’s going on.
“My ribs. My lungs. Fuck, Darius.”
“All right. I’ve got you, man. We’ve got to get you off the ice and into the exam room. Can you make it or do we need a stretcher?”
My mind immediately goes to Layken.
Her beautiful face.
Her smiling at me this morning after the orgasm I gave her.
And then her fear when I cut my arm a couple nights ago.
“No stretcher.”
I don’t want to scare Layken.
She’s seen me get hurt twice now.
“Get me up. I’ll make it happen.”
Darius nods and then glances up at Bodhi and Ledger already at my side. They both help me to my feet and escort me, hunched over, off the ice to the applause of the arena. Knowing where Layken and the girls are sitting, I lift my arm in their direction in hopes they’ll see I’m okay and tell Layken not to worry.
“Looks like you lucked out with a few bruised ribs,” Darius tells me after a full exam and x-ray. “It appears when you got checked, he rammed right into your ribs and then you hit them again when you went down. The one-two punch did you no favors, Griff, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “Hey, bruised ribs are better than broken ribs. I’ll take it. When can I get back on the ice?”
Darius gives me a stern glance. “You’re out for at least two weeks and then we’ll reevaluate.”
“Two weeks?” I scoff, wincing with the pain. “Come on, you’ve got to get me out there faster than that.”
He pins me with his stare. “You want broken ribs on your next fall?”
My shoulders slump and I let out a painful sigh. “No.”
“Then two weeks. And two weeks is the best possible outcome. It may be more. In the meantime, you’re not working out either. You can take an ice bath and you can walk and then you can relax as much as possible. Try to take deep breaths when you can. No strenuous exercise.”
I nod and start to climb down from the exam table when he puts his hand on my shoulder. “Griff?”
“Yeah boss?”
“That includes sex.”
Aww man.
Come the fuck on.
“You know I’m really starting to hate you, right?”
Darius grins, nodding his understanding. “I love you right back big guy. Thanks for making me earn my paycheck.”
Fucker.
“We made it.” Layken pulls into my parking spot and then puts the car in park before looking over at me with a tired smile. Adrenaline got me through leaving the arena and boarding the plane but once we got up into the air, the pain meds Darius gave me zonked me out pretty hard. Layken was clearly shaken when she saw me after the game but she didn’t panic. She asked Darius a few questions about helping me around the house and then took charge. Usually, a confident woman turns me on but right now I’m anything but aroused.
I’m pissed.
I’m pissed that we even went to Milwaukee.
I’m pissed at the asshole who checked me into the wall.
I’m pissed that my body couldn’t take the blow.
Really I’m just pissed with myself.
I should’ve seen it coming.
I should’ve been aware of my surroundings.
Maybe I could’ve gotten out of the way.
“Sit tight, I’ll help you out.” Layken pats my leg but I scowl at her and shake my head as I open my door.
“I don’t need help,” I mumble. “I’m fine.”
She gets a good look at the don’t-fuck-with-me expression on my face and quietly nods. “Okay.”
I do all I can not to cringe at the pain of turning my torso to get out of the car.
Fucking ribs.
“I’ll get our bags,” she says, hopping out on her side.
She leaves me to get myself out of the car which I appreciate and moves to the back to grab her suitcase, my suitcase, and my gym bag.
“Give me one of those.” I tell her when I slowly step around the back of the car.
She huffs a laugh. “Oh, not a chance, big guy. I’ve got this.”
“Layken,” I scoff. “You don’t need to be carrying my shit. I can do it just fine.”
“I’m sure you can,” she says, ignoring me as she closes and locks the hatch and then proceeds to the elevators. “But you’re not going to.”
Watching her walk into the building with two suitcases, a backpack, and my huge gym bag makes her look like some sort of packrat. It also makes me feel like a fucking loser.
“Layken—”
“Mr. Ollenberg.” She turns on me, her business-like stare reaching intimidation level. “Do you want to fuck me the way you’ve been fucking me these past couple days?”
My shoulders slump and I tilt my head, a hopeless feeling washing over me. “You know I do.”
“Then let me fucking carry your bags and help you wherever I can so you can heal, all right?” I stare at her wide-eyed and taken aback. She’s not usually this…demanding. “You don’t have to do all this on your own, Griffin. I know you can do it, but you don’t need to.” She gestures to my body. “I can’t fix bruised ribs and I can’t heal stitched wrists, but…” she blows her hair out of her face, “but I can do this. I can carry shit and move shit and get you more shit whenever you ask for it, okay? I can do this. Please let me.” Her gaze is pleading now and I suddenly feel bad for making her feel like I don’t want her around.
We step onto the elevator and she punches the button for my floor.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, cupping her cheek. “I’m sorry, Layken. I didn’t mean to be a dick.”
“You’re not a dick.” She gives me a sympathetic smile. “And you’re allowed to be grumpy. You took a beating out there today. If it had happened to me, I’d be a sad sack of potatoes right now and all I’d want to do is bitch and sleep.”
I grunt a silent laugh but even that hurts. “Sounds about right.”
“Just remember that I’m here to help you because I care about you, okay? Please don’t push me away just because you’re grumpy and hurting. I can’t fix you, but I can help you.” Her imploring eyes melt me and I give her the tiniest of nods. “Okay. Thank you.”
She folds her hand over mine as the doors close. “You’re welcome.”
We ride the elevator in silence and I mull over my thoughts until the bell dings for my floor.. I unlock my apartment door and hold it open wide enough for Layken to carry everything in. She drops my gym bag on the floor.
“I’ll wash all that tomorrow,” she reports.
“Okay.”
She drops her backpack on the couch and then grabs our suitcases to deliver to our respective rooms.
“Will you stay with me?” The question comes out of my mouth like a worried little child when she returns to the living room. A tingling feeling shoots through my chest that has nothing to do with my bruised ribs.
She cocks her head at my question, her brows furrowed. “Did you think I was going to leave you here alone?”
I shake my head. “I meant will you stay with me, in my room? Will you sleep in my bed?”
“Oh.” Her brows arched now, she considers my request. “Is that what you want?”
I pull her into my chest and she steps into me, tenderly wrapping her arms around me careful not to apply too much pressure. “Yeah, Naughty. It’s what I want. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t want you to sleep anywhere else but with me ever again.” I smooth my hand down her hair and kiss the top of her head.
“I’ll go wherever you want me to go.”
“I don’t want to fall asleep without you,” I tell her.
Something about having her near makes me feel calm.
Wanted.
Loved.
“Okay. Then I’ll stay with you. Are you ready for bed now?”
I nod. “Actually yeah. I’m exhausted. Not sure how comfortable it’ll be but…”
She brings her hands to my chest. “Well, let me get you a few pain relievers and some water first and then we can figure it out together.”
Tipping her chin with my finger, I gaze down at the woman who is singlehandedly changing my life and press my lips to hers, my thumb tracing the edge of her jaw, my hand resting on the column of her throat.
“Thank you, Layken.”