Chapter 25
Alexander
As my team leaves the ice, I can’t help but look around the arena one last time, taking in the cheers of our fans.
We just made it into the Stanley Cup playoffs.
What a fucking feeling, and what a fucking game.
As I skate off, I spot my girl with the media team, her delight radiating from her.
Luckily, we’re all in the clear with the whole organization about our relationship, because right now, I really need to kiss her.
I make my way over to her, and she meets me halfway.
I bring her up into my arms, kissing her, pouring all my love into it.
“Fuck, Sarah. We fucking did it.”
“Yeah, you did.”
We turned the team around just in time to make a difference.
The game nights at my apartment have quickly become a regular gathering, and even though our results may not rely entirely on a bunch of guys playing card games, I have seen progress in the group’s dynamics ever since that first night.
The newer guys on the team have warmed up more and are getting more comfortable around the rest, which has made our practices run more smoothly. This has further strengthened our on-ice play, giving us a stronger foundation.
“This wouldn’t be possible without you, you know,” I tell her, grazing my hand down her face. Sarah rolls her eyes at that.
“Oh, come on, this was all you, baby. I’ve just been here and given you a little push when needed.”
Sarah will never accept the credit, but she’s made me a better captain, hell, a better man, ever since she became part of my life. Before her, I was nose-deep in game tape and technical stuff.
Those things are still crucial parts of a hockey team, but you can analyse yourself to death, and it won’t make a difference if the players don’t work well together.
With her by my side, I’ve been pushed to see past the technical aspects and include other structures in my captain duties as well.
With one last parting kiss, I take off to the locker room where my team awaits.
I’m sprayed down with champagne as soon as I step inside, the noise louder than ever before.
“Fuck yes! We did it!” Noah practically yells in my ear, swinging his arms around my neck.
“Yeah, we fucking did.”
The guys gather around, and I seize the moment to say some words to my team.
“I want to congratulate every single one in this locker room on your game. We fucking did it!” I say, the cheers erupting around me before I continue.
“Now, we’re going to fight for that cup!”
～
After the team is showered, media duties are finished, and we’ve had our after-game team meeting, we’re all meeting up at The Rove.
When I get there, I look for Sarah, but I don’t spot her right away. I see Samantha and head for her.
Those two usually stay together during the games.
“Hey, Samantha. Have you seen Sarah?” I ask her, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach.
“Hey. No, not since the arena. I figured she must have gone back to the office or something when I didn’t see her before leaving and thought I would see her here.”
Samantha also looks a little worried now, knowing Sarah isn’t one to disappear without letting us know.
Neither of us has heard from her, and my nerves are on edge.
“I’ll go back to the arena and check the office. Let me know if she turns up,” I tell her, quickly heading for the door.
“Likewise!” Samantha calls, her eyes scanning the room for my beautiful blonde.
I jog over to the arena and head straight for the PR department.
When I get to her office, I’m out of breath from worry, but feel my heart calming down when I spot Sarah behind her computer, concentrating on the screen in front of her.
She looks at me, and when she realizes I’m here, she gives me a look.
“What are you doing here? You should be celebrating with your team!” I sit down on the edge of the sofa in her office.
“I was worried about you. I hadn’t heard from you, nor had Samantha; I thought something had happened,” I tell her, which makes her smile.
“You’re adorable. I thought your responsibilities would take a little longer, considering you’re a big deal now,” she says, a teasing tone in her voice.
“I’ve always been a big deal,” I tell her, locking my foot around hers before dragging her chair towards me.
“Yeah, at least to me,” she whispers, linking her arms around my neck.
“Up for a quick office fuck to celebrate?” I ask her. We’ve never gotten around to doing it in her office, with Samantha always being nearby.
Now, though, we’re alone.
“We really shouldn’t, Alexander.”
“Oh, we really should, baby,”
I stand up and lift her across my body before laying her out on the couch.
I kiss her deeply, taking my time exploring her mouth, throat, and chest. I trail my fingers down her body, bringing my hand inside her trousers when I reach her legs.
I stroke over her thong, humming when I feel her wetness even through the underwear.
“Fuck, Sarah. You’re so wet for me,” I husk in her ear as I start messaging her cunt.
When I push two fingers inside her, she cries out.
“Alexander, fuck, that feels amazing,”
I start thrusting my fingers in and out of her.
Sarah tears at my shoulders, dragging my t-shirt off before she bites down on my bicep as she comes undone.
I’d love to have her screaming my name like she does whenever we’re at home, but considering someone still could be lurking around, it’s better to try at least to be quiet.
I drag off her pants and underwear.
Sarah makes quick work of my zipper and reaches inside my boxers. She quirks an eyebrow at how hard I am.
“Baby, touching you, kissing you, fuck, just looking at you gets me all ready. Spread those legs.”
Sarah does as I tell her, and I position myself before pushing into her in a swift thrust.
“Fuck.” We both say, overwhelmed with pleasure.
I start a punishing pace, knowing we should be quick considering our location.
Sarah meets me every thrust, dragging her nails into my back as I fuck her hard.
I use my thumb to circle her bundle of nerves whilst I fuck her mouth with my tongue at the same pace as my cock in her cunt.
“Come on, my love, come all over this cock,” I tell her, holding her hips as I continue driving into her.
That does the trick, and Sarah comes with me.
When we’ve cleaned up as good as we can, we make our way to The Rove.
The party is in full swing, the bar slightly more alive than usual.
Just as I get inside, I spot my family.
They must have decided to surprise me.
The joy spreads in my body, then I remember my woman and how she’s going to meet my family, freshly fucked and not entirely prepared beforehand.
I halt my steps, stepping in front of Sarah.
“Baby, I just spotted my parents and brother Cameron. They must have decided to surprise me. Are you ready to meet them?” I soothe my arms up and down her arms.
“Christ. You were just inside me, Alexander. Okay, I can do this.”
She runs her hands through her hair.
Luckily, I didn’t mess it up as much as I usually do, knowing we were going to be socializing afterward.
We make our way over to my family, who all light up when they see Sarah. They’re probably more excited to meet her than me.
“You must be Sarah!” My mom exclaims, pulling her straight into her arms for a hug. My dad is next, also gathering her in his arms.
My family is affectionate, but Sarah doesn’t seem to mind.
Cameron hugs me, congratulating me on making it into the playoffs.
“I also think congratulations are for landing such a beautiful woman,” he says, mainly to Sarah, as he also hugs her whilst she chuckles.
“Nice to meet you, Cameron.”
We find a table and sit down, ordering celebratory drinks.
Having my family here on such a special night in my career is fantastic. They’ve been with me the whole way, from starting hockey at age 3, to leading my team to the playoffs.
“We made the right call when deciding on coming tonight,” my dad says, pride in his eyes.
Sarah squeezes my hand in her own, gazing up at me.
“Yeah, it’s been a special night,” I tell them, the emotions running high.
Even our coach was a little teary-eyed when the game was over. A special moment for him too, as we’re the first team he’s coached that’s made it into the playoffs.
“We’ve already looked at tickets, we’ll try to catch as many games as possible,” my mom says.
I make a mental note to book them into a nice hotel or buy them an apartment to stay in.
Before, they’ve always stayed at my apartment, considering the place has four bedrooms.
Now, though, I would like them not to spend weeks at my place.
Since Sarah came into my life, our routine has been perfect.
I wake up with her; she usually makes breakfast while I do my morning run. Then, we’ll enjoy breakfast together before travelling to the arena, where I’ll kiss her senseless in the car before she goes inside.
Later, I’ll usually pick her up from the office before we go back home. Some days, we’ll go out and enjoy a pleasant dinner. Other days, we cook dinner together, stealing touches and kisses as we manoeuvre around the kitchen.
None of those routines would be too troubled by my family around.
The real problems have everything to do with our sex life.
I don’t need to have my parents around, considering how much I love fucking my woman.
Going into the playoffs, I don’t want to mess up those routines.
Therefore, they’ll get a nice apartment or hotel. Whatever they prefer.
“You’ve really managed to turn the team around. There was a time when we got worried,” my dad says.
Sarah sits up a little in her seat next to me, my hand resting on her thigh.
“He’s been arranging game nights at his place, and helping the younger players gain their confidence back, skating and practicing with them,” she’s beaming beside me, and my parents might have fallen in love with her, too.
I squeeze her thigh, appreciating having her support, both now and throughout this season.
“Which never would have happened, if it wasn’t for, Sarah,” I add, making her roll her eyes.
“I just gave you a little push,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.
I lean down and kiss her cheek, making my mom sigh in front of us.
“This is just perfect,” she says, and I couldn’t agree more.
～
We’re out, enjoying lunch with my family.
Sarah is quickly becoming part of the family, and right now, she’s gushing about something with my mom. I know she misses her own mom every day, and I often bring her home lilies, which usually end in a few tears, but also in comfort.
Seeing her bond with my own mom warms my heart. Even though my mom would never admit it, I think she’s always longed for a daughter as well.
Having three boys must have been exhausting. We were always doing some crazy shit, causing trouble and giving our parents worried wrinkles.
As I look at Sarah, I can’t help but wonder what our kids will be like.
How will they look?
Will they have her blonde hair?
Or my dark features?
Maybe a mix?
I’ve always known I’ve wanted children, but it’s always been something I’ve envisioned for later in life, but I want to be a relatively young father.
I want to be an active parent, playing sports, travelling to new places, and experiencing all life has to offer with them.
Being with Sarah has sped up those urges.
She’s the one for me, and I’m excited to see what our future holds.
“What’s on your mind?” Cameron asks me, a knowing glint in his eyes as he looks over at Sarah.
I’ve probably been staring at her, like I always do.
“The future,” I tell him.
“Happiness suits you, big bro,” he says, giving me a clap on the shoulder.