Chapter 23
Alexander
I enter the apartment after my morning run, and the sight that awaits me might be my favourite one so far.
Sarah is cooking in the kitchen, wearing only one of my t-shirts, while music flows from the speakers.
“Perfect, breakfast is almost ready.”
She gives me a breathtaking smile as I saunter up to her, kissing her.
“This smells delicious, baby,” I murmur against her lips.
“Yeah, and you don’t, go take a quick shower, then we’ll eat.”
She pushes me towards the bathroom, making me chuckle.
I could get used to this routine.
Having her in my home, sharing meals, watching TV, getting ready in the morning with her, it all fuels me with energy, having her close.
Luckily, I convinced Braden to get a hotel room this time, leaving me alone with Sarah for our perfect Sunday morning.
We spent the whole day with him yesterday and will meet him again later today, but right now I’m grateful for some time alone with my girl.
We’ve made a few stops to her apartment over the last week, each time bringing more stuff for her.
She’s tried to persuade me that she should spend a few days in her dorm, saying she doesn’t want me to tire of her, but I don’t see that happening anytime soon.
Each time, I’ve convinced her that she should stay with me, waking her up with morning sex, and letting her know why this is the best option.
I’m slowly but surely turning my home into our home.
I take a quick shower, and the table is all ready when I get back.
“I think I’ll go back home to my dad soon, maybe Tuesday,” Sarah tells me.
Visiting her dad is important to Sarah, and I want to tag along and get to know him better. But I’m also uncertain Sarah will think we’re moving too fast, even though I’ve already met the man.
Our circumstances are quite different now.
“If you’re okay with it, I’d like to come along,” I tell her, waiting for her reaction.
First comes a slight shock as she stares at me, then realization dawns, and she gives me a beautiful smile.
“I’d like that.”
The relief of meeting a parent shouldn’t be this huge, but I want her dad to know she has someone in her corner.
“I think he already knows about us,” she says over the brim of her mug, making me curious.
“How so?”
When I met him after our game, I was careful, or at least I thought I was, but anyone who’s seen me around Sarah probably knows just how bad I have it for her.
“When I went home a few weeks ago, he made a comment about you, and I took the bait, defended you, and he just looked all smug, setting me up to test his theory that there was something between us.”
That was the weekend after the dreaded evening in her dorm, when I thought I might have lost her.
“And what did you tell him?” I ask, expecting her to have denied anything between us.
“I didn’t deny it, wanting to see his reaction. I expected the whole “stay away from the hockey player” lecture I’ve gotten before, but he shrugged his shoulders and told me you reminded him of himself and how he looked at my mom.” She almost whispers the last part, letting her vulnerability show.
Probably afraid her dad is exaggerating what he saw between us.
The same look I saw when Braden mentioned marriage yesterday.
We might not be there just yet, but I see her as my wife in the future.
“Well, I don’t know how your dad looked at your mom, but I can confirm I have it bad for you, Sarah,” I tell her sincerely, wanting to wipe away any doubt in her mind.
She lets out a small breath, smiling at me.
“Yeah, I have it pretty bad for you, too.”
～
On Tuesday, we’re sitting in my car, driving towards her hometown of Tinley Park.
Sarah has been glowing the whole day, excited to spend some time with her dad.
I may be a little nervous, knowing I want to give a good impression.
Last time, he met me as the captain of the team his daughter is working for.
Now, he’ll meet me as her boyfriend.
“So, what exactly are you going to say to him?” She asks me, looking over from the passenger seat.
“That I’m your boyfriend, and plan on taking care of you,” I tell her simply.
“I’m your girlfriend?”
I give her a look.
Is she serious?
“Of course you are, Sarah. Are you messing with me?” I ask her, not knowing whether she’s serious.
“You’ve never really asked me to be your girlfriend,” she says with a teasing tone.
She knows just as well as I that I use every opportunity I have to remind her just how mine she is; it’s one of her favourite things in bed, but I’m happy to remind my woman again.
“I’m sorry, baby, I thought the constant fucking, the fact that I’m crazy about you, and that you practically live at my place, were obvious reasons why you’re my girlfriend. Sarah, will you please do me the honour of being my girlfriend?” I ask her, and she sniggers.
“Even though I’m totally messing with you, I still appreciate the gesture, Alexander. I’ll be your girlfriend.”
I lift our intertwined hands, kissing the top of her hand.
“Thanks, baby.”
～
When we enter Sarah’s childhood home, I’m instantly met with warmth.
The place is decorated with family photos on the walls, a cozy fireplace, and a variety of furniture, which I’m sure they’ve collected over the years.
Sarah goes straight into her father’s arms, a warm hug waiting for her.
When they break apart, she motions over to me, and I step forward, extending my hand.
“Nice to meet you again, sir,” John takes my hand, giving me a firm handshake.
“I thought I would see you again sooner rather than later, McGregor. Please call me John,” he says with a smile, easing some of my nerves.
The comment makes me smile.
I don’t think there ever was a time when people around Sarah and me didn’t see our magnetism to each other.
John has prepared a wonderful dinner, and we sit down enjoying the meal, first talking about hockey, no surprise there.
He congratulates us on our recent games, finally bringing home some wins during a tough stretch.
The conversation flows easily, and seeing the delight on Sarah’s face at us getting along brings me joy as well.
When dinner is done, Sarah and I clean up while John gets the fireplace going.
“I think my dad has a crush on you as well,” Sarah says, nudging my side as she rinses the plates while I place everything in the dishwasher.
“Jealous, baby?” I kiss her cheek, lingering a little, soaking up in her presence.
It’s not like I can devour her in front of her dad, so I’m optimizing our moments alone.
“Nah, he doesn’t get to go back home with you.” Sarah brings her arms around my neck, dragging me down towards her lips.
We kiss, our tongues twisting as my hands find her ass, squeezing and pushing her harder against my body.
“Fuck, we really need to behave,” I tell her, resting my forehead against hers.
“Scared my dad will hurt you?” Sarah smirks up at me, not worried at all.
“Yeah, I do enjoy living, and him catching me groping his daughter in his kitchen might not be the brightest idea,” I tell her, turning her around, spanking her ass once, sending her on her way towards the living room where John awaits.
She turns around, giving me a sinful smile.
“Oh, baby, but I really like it when you don’t behave.”
Christ, this evening is going to feel long.
～
On Thursday, my place is all ready for a game night with the team.
Samantha and Sarah have been setting everything up while the guys and I were busy with after-game responsibilities.
When I enter my penthouse with the guys, some of them whistle at the place, clearly impressed by both the apartment and the girls’ setup.
They’ve set up stations around the living room and kitchen, with a variety of games, snacks, and drinks. The place looks great, and the team’s atmosphere is excellent as we brought home another win tonight.
Sarah’s made some teams, pairing the rookies with the veterans. At all the stations, we’ll have the opportunity to score points, and they’ve even put up a board with all our names.
I go over to Sarah, who’s rocking the most beautiful smile as I approach her.
“You like it?” She bites her lip, hope written all over her face.
I take her into my arms, hugging her tight.
“It’s perfect, baby. Wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” I lean down and give her a kiss, which quickly turns heated.
“Get a room, captain,” Noah snickers from beside me.
“Oh, we have several, don’t you worry,” I tell him, making Sarah blush in my arms, and pushing at my chest.
She knows, just like me, how we’ve put every room in this apartment to good use.
“Okay, let’s get this party started,” she tells me, gathering the guys in the living room.
The girls are naturals at this thing, and I realize I would have been lost without them.
As the games begin, I quickly realize how right Sarah was about this evening.
“Your girl really did a good job,” Aaron says beside me, and I couldn’t agree more. Everyone is having a blast, getting to know each other better in a setting where competitive guys like us thrive.
“Yeah, she did,” I say, looking over at Sarah, who’s enjoying herself with a glass of wine, together with Samantha.
When she senses my stare, she looks over at me, a sly smile on her face. I wink at her, feeling grateful for this evening and for the difference she makes in my life.
She sighs, giving me a breathtaking smile.
We are in the final game of the night, which I didn’t even know about.
Sarah and Samantha have prepared a quiz consisting of childhood pictures of all the guys.
Our job is to match the pictures to the right man.
It looks like they’ve done their best to find the most embarrassing pictures of us, causing us to howl with laughter repeatedly.
It’s safe to say that puberty has been good to us.
Most of the guys have gone from scrawny, awkward athletes to full-grown men with facial hair and muscles.
In the end, Noah and his team take home the win, which I’m sure I’ll hear about for the next year or so.
I don’t mind; seeing the guys warm up to each other is more than enough for me.
Hopefully, we’ll be able to keep the team’s momentum.
All the guys clean up their own mess, and Noah, Liam, Aaron, and Samantha stay back to help us with the last things left behind.
Liam staying back probably has everything to do with a certain redhead, but I don’t mind.
Samantha’s been ramping up her flirting with the other guys, almost sending my poor guy into a frenzy.
Still, he holds back, which I don’t understand, but I’m sure he has his reasons.
When everyone leaves, my apartment is almost back to its perfect state, just a few games remaining.
Sarah is reaching up into the kitchen cabinet, putting away the freshly washed glasses.
I sneak up on her, my arms going around her stomach, nuzzling into her neck.
“I think I owe you at least five orgasms for this evening,” I tell her, dragging her earlobe into my mouth.
She giggles, her own arms grabbing a hold of my forearms.
“That sounds rather pleasurable, captain.”
She turns in my arms, and I lift her onto the counter.
“On a serious note, Sarah, thank you for doing this. The guys had a great time,” I tell her sincerely.
This probably wouldn’t have happened without her persuading me.
All evening, she made sure everything went perfectly, and I love her even more for it.
“You’re welcome, I’m glad you had a great time.”
She leans in, kissing my cheek before travelling down my throat.
“Christ, I love you,” I say, without really thinking.
Shit.
Is this too soon?
When she answers by licking up my throat, before giving me a scorching hot kiss, all tongue and grabby hands, I feel my nerves ease.
“I love you too, Alexander,” she tells me, making me feel lightheaded.
She actually said it back.
Not that I thought she wouldn’t, but it kind of just popped out of me.
I kiss her, pouring all my passion and love into it, making both of us frantic, wanting to get naked as fast as possible.
I drag off her sweater before leaning in and kissing her chest. I make quick work on her bra, exposing her boobs to me.
I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling, making Sarah moan as she pushes me harder against her chest.
“Repeat it, baby,” I tell her, switching to the other nipple, whilst kneading the other with my hand and fingers, pinching her nipple.
“I love you.”
She shudders against me as I grab the top of her pants, dragging them off her. She’s pulling at my jeans as well, pushing them down over my ass.
“I need inside you, right now, baby, are you ready for me?” I groan against her mouth, not even bothering to push my jeans all the way down.
I run my fingers through her folds, enjoying the feel of her wetness coating my fingers.
“Fuck, yes. Please, Alexander.” I drag off her thong before spreading her legs. I push into her in a hard stroke, making both of us cry in pleasure.
“Fuck, my love, you feel amazing,” I tell her, which brings out my feral woman.
I think I’ve just discovered her new favourite nickname.
“Call me that again.” She tears at my arms as her legs lock around my back, meeting my every thrust.
“My love,” I whisper against her lips as I continue driving into her, her nails digging into my back.
I feel her walls tightening around me, letting me know she’s close.
“Come on, my love, come on my cock like the good girl you are,” I circle her clit with my thumb, pushing her over the edge as she cries out my name, a beautiful plea.
Seeing her come undone sends me over the edge as well, making me curse as I ride out my orgasm, feeling my cum shooting into her.
When I pull out, we both watch mesmerized as my cum leaks out of her.
I take my finger, drag it through the semen, and push it back into her. Her walls tighten around my finger as I curl it inside her.
“Christ, McGregor,” she purrs against me, finding this as erotic as I do.
“I love this look on you. Wholeheartedly mine.” That gets me another scorching kiss, soon leading to getting lost in each other again, and again.