“I don’t care how we have them, though. We can surrogate or adopt or whatever.”
“Can we adopt?” I ask. I find the strength to push myself up so I can look down at him. Does it slide my body down alittle and make his fingers slide deeper inside me? Yes. That was completely coincidental.
“We can.”
“Can we maybe adopt some older kids?”
Etna’s fingers pause as he studies me. “Why? I’m definitely not against it. Just want to know what you’re thinking.”
“Take your fingers out of my ass for a minute. This feels like an inappropriate way to talk about this particular moment.”
He chuckles, pulling his fingers out. They don’t go far; I can still feel them against my crack.
“I know I’ve mentioned the queer youth events I’ve attended.” Etna nods. “There was this girl at the very first one. She was thirteen. She came out to her parents, told them she liked girls instead of guys. She said they practically threw a tantrum—my words—yelling all kinds of things: she was too young to make that decision; it was gross, and she needed to find god; if she couldn’t be normal, then she needed to get help.”
A sick feeling twists in my stomach. Etna frowns.
“One day after school, they had her belongings packed in suitcases and dropped her off at social services, telling her and the social worker the hospital must have given them the wrong baby. There was no way they’d have a gay kid. God loved them more than that.”
“Oh my god,” Etna mutters.
I nod. “I want to take in kids like that. I want to give them a home and love and support.”
“Yes,” Etna agrees. “We can do that. Definitely.”
“I know they say older kids can be harder, but I don’t care.”
“Not at all. We’ll make it happen. That’s a great way to have kids.”
“I might still want a baby or two as well,” I say, a smile fighting its way on my face.
Etna grins. He rolls us over so I’m beneath him. The way he looks at me will never get old. The affection and love and lust all rolled together. He spreads my legs and presses his cockhead to my ass. “Should we practice making babies now?”
I laugh. “I’m not sure how you think this is going to work.”
My breath punches out of me when he slides his dick in. One thrust. Balls deep. We both groan.
“Let’s see if we can rewrite science,” Etna says, his voice rough.
I’d laugh, but he starts fucking me again. Honestly, I’d be happy to live our lives in a state of delusion and constantly try to make a baby. I’m all about that.
CHAPTER 33
ETNA
It’sthe middle of the third period, and Dallas is on a fucking mission. I get it. We all want to win. They’re already ahead by two, so chances are, they might anyway. We’re making sloppy mistakes tonight. We’re just off our game.
The puck comes around the back of the net, following the wall. I slide in to grab it, but I fucking miss. Yes, I’m having an off game tonight, too. I twist to adjust my position and hopefully still grab the puck when I’m slammed into the wall.
I wince. Another body hits and I feel like I’m being stretched in an awkward way. Another body and I let out a gasp. The world around me momentarily goes black as pain shoots down my leg from the base of my spine. For a solid half a minute, I can’t catch my breath.
The bodies move off me and I catch my balance on the boards as the world around me comes into focus again. Fuck. That hurt.
Moving a whole lot slower than I need to be, I skate to the bench. Julian takes my place on the ice as I step through the half door and sit on the bench.
“You okay?” Assistant Coach Dayton asks, his hand on my shoulder.
I nod, twisting my hips this way and that. My heart is still racing in my chest as I take a breath. It hurts, but I imagine it’s only a momentary pain from the sudden impact at an awkward angle. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just caught me off guard in a weird position.”
