He arches his neck, his tendons standing out as he thrusts upward and hits all the right spots. I get into the rhythm, but I won't be able to hold it for long. The pressure building inside me is ready to explode. The moment Bradford starts playing with my nipples, I climax hard and fast.
"That's it!" He groans, pulling me down on top of him. He holds my hips and slams home, giving a guttural cry of release.The grinding against my clit is too much, and I shudder straight through a second orgasm.
Overwhelmed and completely sated, I lie on top of Bradford as we try to control our ragged breathing. I'm mentally and physically exhausted, and I don't want to move. I know I must, not only because Bradford is injured but also because I am soaked between my legs. As he goes soft inside me, I feel his release trickling out. I wince. "We're both wet and sticky," I mutter.
Bradford silently laughs, his whole body twitching as he does. "Babe, is that your delicate way of saying my cum is dripping out of you?"
"Wet and sticky is not exactly delicate." I huff out a breath and slowly move off him. I shudder when his dick slides out. That soon turns into a wince as his cum runs out. "God, how much did you put inside me?" I flop onto my back beside him.
"Babe," he snickers. "It's fucking hot fucking you bareback. I can't help but be excited by it."
I burst out laughing. "That's two fucks in one sentence," I mutter, my voice laced with amusement. "I think we need a bath."
"I'd love to get you in the tub, soap you up, and have you slippery in my hands. However, I have to keep the stitches dry."
"We can take a shower then. I'll soap you up, and you can return the favor once your stitches are out."
"I'm too exhausted to move right now," he admits, pulling me close. "We can shower after a nap."
"Um, I have a mess between my legs. I don't think I can nap like this." I scoot off the bed. "Stay here. I'll get a washcloth and take care of you." I glance at him, sprawled out on the bed with his legs wide and his balls heavy, his cock semi-hard. His eyes are closed, but his lips are turned up in a sated smile.
20
EPILOGUE
BRADFORD - SIX MONTHS LATER
The Zamboni finishesits work on the ice, then gracefully slides across the frozen surface, leaving a trail of shimmering ice crystals behind it. The scent of freshly resurfaced ice fills the arena, building my anticipation for the upcoming game. My shoulder and side have been on a long road to recovery. In fact, my side was more of an issue in the end. Yet tonight is my first game back, and I'm excited about it. My excitement might also have something to do with my girlfriend and my dad both being in the crowd. It's been a long time since my dad came to a game. As for Florence, this is her first game where I'm on the ice.
Believe it or not, tonight's game is against the Las Vegas Sharks. Kind of ironic, really. Florence teased me about cheering for them. She ruined that by wearing one of my game jerseys and leggings. My dick twitches as I imagine her wearing only my jersey. I'm sure we can arrange that for later tonight.
I wince when the cup in my pants pinches my skin because it's so tight. They're not made to accommodate erections. Nikoli turns and sees me wince, then bursts out laughing. The asshole. "Fuck." I yank off a glove and reach into my pants to adjust myself. I let out a sigh of relief once I've rearranged the beast. I give Rhodes the finger as I straighten up.
"Dude, you can't play with your junk in public." Dario punches me in the shoulder.
I blow him a kiss, laughing, only to have Madden sidle up to me. "Have you asked her yet?"
"Asked her what?" Dario frowns and glances between us until the light bulb goes off in his head, and he smirks. "Ah! Asked her the big question, huh?"
"We both have two days off, so I'm taking her to Disney. I have it all planned out." I grin, although I'm nervous about proposing.
"Don't look so worried," Madden says. "She'll say yes. She'd say yes no matter where you are when you ask."
"I know, but I want it to be special."
The sudden noise in the arena silences us, though we wouldn't be able to hear ourselves talk anyway.
I take a deep breath and settle in, mere seconds before we're let out onto the ice. I don't move quite as easily as the others because of my goalie gear. Yet, as I step onto the ice, I feel a rush of adrenaline and focus that helps me forget the discomfort I felt moments before. The sound of skates cutting through the ice fills my ears, and I know it's time to give it my all—after I locate Dad and Florence, that is.
As I scan the stands, I spot Juniper first, holding her and Lake’s two-month-old baby girl, Victoria, who is swaddled in a pink blanket and wearing noise-cancelling headphones to protect her sensitive ears. My family waves enthusiastically beside her. Their support gives me an extra boost of confidence. A huge grin splits my face as I nod to acknowledge them. Seeing my family makes my heart thud.
Florence is now part of my family.
My family.
I turn my attention back to the game, ready to defend the net with everything I've got.
The End
