He doesn't look concerned. “Probably, but I don’t give a fuck.”
“Look who’s the rule breaker now.”
“Maybe you’re just a bad influence.” He smiles cupping my cheek. “In all reality, I hope someone heard us and spreads the word. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“Why is it so important that the entire arena knows that?” I tilt my head to the side, studying him.
He leans down and kisses me. The kiss ends too soon. “I think I might be falling for you.”
My heart stops. “Really?”
He rests his forehead against mine. "I know this is crazy, but you are the best thing to happen to me in a very long time.”
I let out a long, slow breath. “If it makes you feel better, I might be falling for you too.”
He kisses me again. “I think your crazy is rubbing off on me.”
“Well, your cum is actually dripping out of me right now, and I’m afraid it might freeze.” I point down at my bare legs, and Daemon laughs. “Can we leave now?”
Once he agrees, we both get dressed as I tell him about the exam I took this morning. After worrying all night about this test, watching him practice and getting fucked in the arena is the best way I could have celebrated completing my final college exam.
We leave the locker room hand in hand, and I know without a doubt that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, and I'm never leaving.
Epilogue
Daemon
There are four fucking minutes left on the clock in the third period of this game, and my body is fighting against me.
The scoreboard reflects the joint effort of both teams leaving us tied after battling for this last win for fifty-six minutes. This is game seven in the Stanley Cup Finals. The Hudson Huskies versus the Boston Bears.
This is it.. Everything I've worked for over the last twenty years in the NHL comes down to these last four minutes. The countless injuries I’ve endured. The sacrifices I’ve made. This is my last season with my team. This is my last chance to bring home another Stanley Cup.
Something about the ice feels different tonight. The chemistry I feel with my team is more powerful. The electric charge is evident by the roar coming from the fans in the arena. Every breath burns in my lungs. My muscles are screaming, but I push through it because that's what you do. It’s how we become champions again.
Three minutes left in regulation time. I don’t know if my body will last if the game goes into overtime. I’m already nearly dead on my skates.
Holden wins the faceoff and the puck shoots back to our defense. I'm already moving, reading the play three steps ahead like I've always done. Maxton has the puck now, and he’s skating fast down the left wing. I cut toward the net, the sound of my skates carving up the ice beneath my feet is a sound I'll never grow tired of.
The roar of the crowd in the enclosed arena is deafening. That wall of sound, drowning out everything outside of the rink used to be my entire reason for breathing.
Now, my very reason for living is my girl.
I know she's up there somewhere in the stands with Angelina, Sage, and Britt. My girl has been cheering for me all night. She's been waving around a sign I caught a glimpse of during warm-ups.
My chest tightens the same way it did earlier tonight when those three words registered a moment before her face peered from behind the poster board.
I LOVE YOU, DAEMON!
We haven't said those words to each other yet. I've wanted to, but I've been too afraid of how quickly I’ve fallen in love with this twenty-two year old psycho.
She’s wild, spontaneous, and incredibly reckless. She’s the opposite of me in so many ways. I’m afraid that one day, she'll get bored of me. One day, she'll realize that she wants someone younger. She’ll want someone who could give her a normal life. Someone who isn't me.
Then, she showed up tonight at the last game of my professional career with that sign. The cameras caught the sign, which means that not only does the entire stadium know she’s in love with me, but everyone watching at home knows too.
I thought I’d be terrified when news of our relationship got to the public, but I’m just happy that everyone knows that chaos gremlin is mine.
Two minutes until the end.
