27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
Claire and I meander down to the locker rooms. Viktor barely made it for the one press conference he was supposed to be a part of. But the reporters are milling around the locker room, waiting for the players to start coming out. They want their last interview before the guys head out to San Francisco.
“Ms. Miller, care to give us a statement on what happened with your ex-boyfriend tonight?” A reporter thrusts his microphone in my face.
I stand frozen in my spot, stammering. “Uh… I… he…”
A deep voice booms out from behind the reporters. “I have a statement for you.” Every pair of eyes in the room turns to find Viktor standing in the doorway, staring directly at me.
He walks over to me pulling me to his side. “We are thrilled that the truth has finally come out, that maybe we can live our lives without these tabloids following us around trying to get the next story based on the set of lies being spread by a maniacal ex-boyfriend. And as I’ve told Calliope already, he never would have won. I would never let anything come between us, or hockey. I’d burn down the whole entire world to seek justice for her. My whole heart belongs to her.”
He pulls me in to him, tilting my chin up to meet his lips with mine. We kiss until it’s at a point that it’s awkward for reporters to still have their cameras on us, we kiss as he backs me out of the view of everyone, and we kiss in the car on the way home.
The closer we get, the needier his kisses get.
“I love you so much, Calliope Karlsen.”
I look at him confused, my eyebrows raised.
“Just seeing how it sounds. Rolls off the tongue pretty smooth.” He smiles at me before pushing me up against the wall.
“God, I’ve wanted to do this since…”
“Since we last did this, this morning?” I laugh at him.
He slaps my right ass cheek. “You better watch it, Skatten Min.”
“Or what? You’ll punish me with orgasms?” I take off running to the bedroom. “You need to catch me first.”
I hear his heavy footsteps pounding behind me, catching me faster than I was ready for .
He reaches me, scooping me up into his arms and dropping me on the bed.
“Punish me.” I pull my shirt up over my head, revealing the turquoise lace set.
“I plan to, Skatten Min. I plan to.” He lunges forward hovering over my body. Leaning over he sucks my nipple through the lace into his mouth, the heat making me shiver when it’s gone.
He slides his hands down, pulling my new maternity pants over the bump, pausing only to kiss his son. He continues removing my pants, revealing the matching lace underwear. A growl emanates from his lips as he takes in the sight. My pants, socks, and shoes are thrown to the floor.
He crawls up my body, slow as fuck. Until he reaches my underwear. Snagging the lace between his teeth, he pulls and tears them off my body. That never won’t be sexy as hell.
His lips trace a path down my leg, and up the other. I’m already squeezing my thighs together in anticipation of his lips touching me. He pushes my thighs open with his hand, burying his face.
“Oh God, Viktor, more.” I pant, needing more of him. I’ll never tire of him.
He nips and sucks at my clit. Darting his tongue from circling my clit and plunging into me.
I tug at his short strands, pulling him up my body. I need more than this. I need to feel him. I flip onto my hands and knees. “I need all of you, Viktor. Now.”
He groans and the sound of the zipper fills the silent space along with our heavy breaths.
I look back over my shoulder watching his thick thighs as he peels the tight jeans down along with his boxer briefs.
He grips the base of his cock, tugging it a couple of times before walking up to me. He takes a long appreciative look at my ass on full display.
“Tell me what you need, Skatten Min.” A guttural command coming from him.
“You. All of you. Inside me, now,” I beg.
He rubs the tip of his cock through my seam, wet and ready for him. He aligns himself before slamming into me. His hand is splayed on my back, sliding up onto my shoulders, holding me in place.
I push my ass back into his hips, hitting all my favorite spots with his cock. I let out a moan. “I’m so close, Viktor, please.”
He lets go of my shoulders, and reaches under me to pinch my dangling nipples, tweaking them until they’re hardened peaks and I’m writhing underneath him.
One more pinch accompanied with a final slam into me and I’m seeing stars. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, rocking back onto his cock, squeezing every last drop of his orgasm with mine .
When both of us go slack, he rolls me gently over onto my side, and curls up behind me.
Contentedness washes over me as he rests his hand on my bump.
“Viktor,” I pause, waiting for him to answer.
“Yes?”
“I just want to thank you.” I cuddle further into him.
“For what?” He brushes my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear.
“Being you. Loving me and my curves. Loving our son even before he’s born. Defending me to the world. All of it.” I roll over to face him, lacing my leg over his.
“Skatten Min, I meant what I said, I would burn the world down for you and my liten b?nne. Loving you is no hardship. And you do the same for me. You make me a better version of myself.” He nuzzles into my neck, kissing me.
We fall asleep as I savor every moment of him before he leaves.