“And I’m going to give you an orgasm for every goal you score tonight.That’s my promise to you.”
Her blue eyes darkened, and I saw her lift her hand to reach for me, then pull back.
“Even if I get seven goals?”she asked.
“Even if you get seven goals.”
“Well, that’s a worthy reward.”She slid into her bunk and set the timer on her phone.“Now get your sweet ass up there and rest.”
I was surprised that I fell asleep, given how amped up I was, but I had to admit that a nap did me a world of good.Toni and I had woken up last night for another round of lovemaking, which meant that I didn’t get as much sleep as I normally did.
Not that I was sad about it.How could I be when she’d given me two incredibly good orgasms?
When our alarms buzzed we put on our shoes and headed over to the stadium.
“Do you know what you’re going to say?”Toni asked as we made our way over to the arena.“To the team I mean?”
I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck just before I saw him, my body still trained to recognize danger.My father was leaning against one of the stone walls of the arena, smoking a cigarette while surrounded by three of his acolytes.Our eyes met across the space, his full of mocking and venom.I gave him my best glare, then looked away.He wasn’t worth my time.
“I’m going to tell them to win this game, no matter what it takes.”
Toni
Oneweeklater…
“I can’t believe we’re gold medalists.”
Yvonne stared at the large gold medal that hung between her bare breasts.We were cuddled on the mattresses on the floor after a marathon lovemaking session to celebrate our win earlier today.
After we’d annihilated the Russians, the Swedes gave us a run for our money, but the team played hard, stayed focused, and emerged victorious.Getting our gold medals was the highlight of my career.All of our careers.It was like our dreams had come true.
“I totally believe it,” I said.“I never had a doubt that we’d go all the way.”
Yvonne rolled over to look down at me.Her lips were swollen and she had the look of a person who’d had a good orgasm – twice.There was something about post-victory adrenaline that made sex even better.
“I wish I had your confidence.”
“What are you talking about?”I asked in surprise.“You’re such a badass.”
“Sometimes I feel like it’s all an act,” she said softly.“Like I’ve been in ‘fake it until you make it’ mode for years.”
I reached up to stroke her cheek with my fingers.“Are you still upset about the article?”
A major US news outlet had posted an interview with Sergey Volkov after the gold medal game today.In the article, he took full credit for teaching Yvonne how to play hockey and giving her his ‘competitive spirit’.Of course he failed to mention that they were estranged and other than that short conversation in the cafeteria last week, they hadn’t spoken in years.
Yvonne flopped onto her back, making her gold medal slide over the side of one breast.
“I know I shouldn’t let it bother me, but it still kind of does.”
I snuggled closer, wrapping one arm and both of my legs around her to hold her close.“You’re entitled to your feelings.I guess you could do an interview too, setting the records straight, but that’s gonna dredge up a bunch of shit you probably would rather not drag up.”
“Yeah,” she sighed deeply.“I just need a little time.Today was a lot.”
“Speaking of time,” I said softly.“Our time here is almost up.”
We had one more day in Italy, then we were all flying home the day after tomorrow.I had one additional day after I got home to recover before I was expected back on the ice with my team.Thinking about being separated from Yvonne was killing me.
“I’m going to miss this,” she said sadly.
