Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
KNOX
“I think that can be arranged,” I growl against her lips as my tongue dives in to meet hers. Lifting her dress over her head, I peel my black t-shirt off and swipe my tongue over the lace covering her nipple.
“I think they’re bigger.” Putting my palm over her tits, they feel slightly more swollen. “Is that possible already?”
“Yes,” she moans, pushing her chest further into my hand. “More sensitive too,” she whimpers when my teeth graze over her nipple through the lace.
“Mmmm, pregnant Savi is going to be fun.” Reaching behind her, I quickly unclasp the bra, letting her breasts spill free.
“Fuck, sunshine,” I growl, burying my face in her gorgeous tits.
“I’m fucking these later.” I lightly bite her skin, and her hands fumble with my pants, setting me free in seconds.
“Impatient tonight?” I chuckle, feeling her hand circle around my swollen cock.
“Must be the hormones or the fact that I’m your fiancé now,” she pants, stroking me harder, “either way, I need you really bad right now.”
“I need you, too,” I groan when her thumb swipes over my tip, catching my precum that’s already leaking out. Sliding my hands under the strings on her side, I hook the fabric with my thumbs and pull her lace thong down her legs. She opens her legs wider for me as I hover above her.
“And this is okay for the baby?” I ask, nudging my tip inside. “I can’t hurt anything?”
“Not only is it okay, but having sex while pregnant keeps the mother happy and stress-free, which in turn is healthy for the baby,” she moans, lifting her hips and sliding me in more.
“Really?” I ask, leaning back.
“Really,” she laughs. “I asked the doctor, and I Googled it. Orgasm can also be more intense, which I can’t imagine how that is possible, but I’m really looking forward to seeing if it’s true.”
“Maybe I’ll keep you pregnant for the next six years,” I grin. “We do need enough for that hockey team.”
“Yes, we do,” she smiles before her eyes close in bliss as I go deep in one thrust. “I’m in trouble,” she moans, lifting her hips and wanting more. “God, that feels amazing.”
“Yes, it fucking does,” I rasp, filling her again and feeling her pussy constrict around me. “Jesus, Savi,” I growl, clamping my jaw tightly as my dick begs for release.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, wrapping her legs around me and lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. Grabbing a pillow, I shove it under her lower back, giving me the perfect angle to go deeper. “Oh God, Knox,” she whimpers, as I find one of her sweet spots inside.
She explodes around me with a cry as I take her over the edge. When I feel her pussy squeeze me, I quickly follow as I release in a violent rush.
“Fuck!” I pant as my orgasm blinds me with its force. Sweat breaks out on my body as I breathe deeply, taking lungfuls of air like I’ve been starving for oxygen. “Holy fucking shit,” I laugh softly when I can finally feel my body again. “No wonder your brothers have so many kids.”
“I know, right,” she giggles, brushing her hair off her damp forehead. “The girls have told me stories, but I didn’t believe them.”
“I think we can safely say they were telling the truth,” I chuckle, sliding out of her slowly, careful not to put my weight on her as I fall back on the pillows to catch my breath.
She snuggles up to my side as my arm wraps around her.
Lifting her hand, I kiss her ring finger as the light catches the diamond on her hand.
“I can’t wait to be your wife,” she whispers, burying herself in my chest and kissing her spot on my heart.
I’ll have to add another ray of light soon for our baby.
I like the idea of bringing more light into the darkness on my skin.
“I can’t wait either,” I whisper, kissing her forehead and covering her with a blanket. She soon falls asleep, and I lie there, already feeling more love in this home than I could have ever imagined as a child that I would someday receive in return.
Placing my hand on her stomach, a smile touches my lips, knowing our child will never have to wonder if he or she is loved. Just like their mother, I’ll make damn sure they both feel it every single day of their lives.
Removing my black wedding band, I grab the chain I keep in my locker before stringing it on and placing it around my neck, making sure it’s secure under my jersey close to the extra ray of light I now have tattooed on my chest.
“Was that Savi’s idea or yours?” Kane chuckles, eyeing the new black band tattoo on my ring finger so it’s never bare even during a game.
“Mine,” I grin. “Although I would have done it if she had asked me to anyway.”
“Better hope she never leaves your ass,” Foxx chuckles, putting on his pads. “You’re permanently marked as a married man now.”
“If she ever does leave my ass, she’ll have number twenty-two permanently marked on her skin, so I guess we will both be in the same boat,” I smirk.
“No shit,” Kane laughs. “Where?”
“Nowhere you’ll ever be touching,” I grin, taping up my stick before breaking it off with my teeth.
Even though it was two weeks ago, I still vividly remember her surprising me on our wedding night with the small ink tattoo. The delicate number is written out in words in a pretty cursive below her left breast.
Of course, for now, it’s temporary ink and something her brother, Jake, designed while she’s pregnant, but it still has the same effect on me every time I see my number branded on her skin.
She’s just as in love with it as I am and has already made an appointment to make it permanent once the baby is born.
It’s my new favorite place to taste, and I make sure to do it every chance I can get.
“Lucky for you, because if I did, she really would leave you,” Kane smiles smugly before throwing his jersey on and grabbing his stick.
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” I chuckle. “She’s mine.” Throwing the tape his way, he catches it in the air. “Here’s a thought. Quit thinking about touching my wife and start thinking about the fucking game we're about to play.”
Foxx laughs, and I glare his way. “You too, asshole,” I say, walking away and leaving them behind before another smart-ass comment filters out of their mouth.
I spot Cayden in his usual area in the corner. He pulls his earbuds out when he sees me.
“How’s the hip feeling?” I ask, sitting down.
“I’ll live,” he says, taking a sip of water. “Coach thinks I need some yoga therapy or some type of shit like that. Says he has a friend from high school who owns a studio, and she’s helped a few of his players who have recurring injuries.”
“It’s worth a try,” I shrug.
“Yeah,” he sighs. “It’s right next door to the ballet studio where I signed up, Scar, so I guess it won’t hurt to pop over and try out one session when her lessons start. I swear if they make me put crystals on my forehead and chant weird shit, I’m out of there.”
“If it fixes your problem, I don’t care if they shove crystals up your ass and make you dance naked under the full moon. We need you out there…I need you. I want you in the net when we win the cup this year.”
“Dancing naked under a full moon doesn’t sound so bad,” he grins before turning serious. “You know me. I’ll do whatever I need to do to keep myself in this game.”
“I know you will.” Standing up, I squeeze his shoulder. “See you on the ice in five.”
He puts his headphones back in and leans against the wall with his eyes closed. “I’ll be there.”
Everyone finishes getting ready before I tap them out the door for ice time before the game.
The players hit the ice one by one before I follow suit, loving the feel of the smooth ice under my blades. Just like in every game, I skate over first to where Savi is.
Most of the wives and girlfriends have their own designated area during the games, but for now, she loves sitting with her family. I don’t care where she wants to sit as long as she’s where I can see her.
I grin when I see the shirt she’s wearing tonight. It’s a black tee matching our team jersey with the number twenty-two running down her sleeves and across her back. It’s the front that has me chuckling as ice flies from my skates when I come to a halt in front of her.
Grinning, she points to her shirt that holds the words going down the tee.
“Do you like it?” She smiles through the glass.
Ice Ice Baby is written in bold white letters framed by hockey sticks with an arrow pointing to her stomach.
She’s just about to enter her second trimester, so unless you know Savi’s body like I do, you wouldn’t even notice the tiny bump that’s just starting to appear.
“It’s perfect,” I grin.
Touching the glass with her hand, I raise my glove to cover hers from my side.
“I love you both,” I mouth.
“We love you,” she smiles.
Grinning, I skate away to get some warm-up in, feeling like the luckiest bastard on the planet.