“Maybe I’ll keep you pregnant for the next six years,” I grin. “We do need enough for that hockey team.”
“Yes, we do,” she smiles before her eyes close in bliss as I go deep in one thrust. “I’m in trouble,” she moans, lifting her hips and wanting more. “God, that feels amazing.”
“Yes, it fucking does,” I rasp, filling her again and feeling her pussy constrict around me. “Jesus, Savi,” I growl, clamping my jaw tightly as my dick begs for release.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, wrapping her legs around me and lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. Grabbing a pillow, I shove it under her lower back, giving me the perfect angle to go deeper. “Oh God, Knox,” she whimpers, as I find one of her sweet spots inside.
She explodes around me with a cry as I take her over the edge. When I feel her pussy squeeze me, I quickly follow as I release in a violent rush.
“Fuck!” I pant as my orgasm blinds me with its force. Sweat breaks out on my body as I breathe deeply, taking lungfuls of air like I’ve been starving for oxygen. “Holy fucking shit,” I laugh softly when I can finally feel my body again. “No wonder your brothers have so many kids.”
“I know, right,” she giggles, brushing her hair off her damp forehead. “The girls have told me stories, but I didn’t believe them.”
“I think we can safely say they were telling the truth,” I chuckle, sliding out of her slowly, careful not to put my weight on her as I fall back on the pillows to catch my breath.
She snuggles up to my side as my arm wraps around her.
Lifting her hand, I kiss her ring finger as the light catches the diamond on her hand.
“I can’t wait to be your wife,” she whispers, burying herself in my chest and kissing her spot on my heart.
I’ll have to add another ray of light soon for our baby.
I like the idea of bringing more light into the darkness on my skin.
“I can’t wait either,” I whisper, kissing her forehead and covering her with a blanket. She soon falls asleep, and I lie there, already feeling more love in this home than I could have ever imagined as a child that I would someday receive in return.
Placing my hand on her stomach, a smile touches my lips, knowing our child will never have to wonder if he or she is loved. Just like their mother, I’ll make damn sure they both feel it every single day of their lives.
Removing my black wedding band,I grab the chain I keep in my locker before stringing it on and placing it around my neck,making sure it’s secure under my jersey close to the extra ray of light I now have tattooed on my chest.
“Was that Savi’s idea or yours?” Kane chuckles, eyeing the new black band tattoo on my ring finger so it’s never bare even during a game.
“Mine,” I grin. “Although I would have done it if she had asked me to anyway.”
“Better hope she never leaves your ass,” Foxx chuckles, putting on his pads. “You’re permanently marked as a married man now.”
“If she ever does leave my ass, she’ll have number twenty-two permanently marked on her skin, so I guess we will both be in the same boat,” I smirk.
“No shit,” Kane laughs. “Where?”
“Nowhere you’ll ever be touching,” I grin, taping up my stick before breaking it off with my teeth.
Even though it was two weeks ago, I still vividly remember her surprising me on our wedding night with the small ink tattoo. The delicate number is written out in words in a pretty cursive below her left breast.
Of course, for now, it’s temporary ink and something her brother, Jake, designed while she’s pregnant, but it still has the same effect on me every time I see my number branded on her skin. She’s just as in love with it as I am and has already made an appointment to make it permanent once the baby is born. It’s my new favorite place to taste, and I make sure to do it every chance I can get.
“Lucky for you, because if I did, she reallywouldleave you,” Kane smiles smugly before throwing his jersey on and grabbing his stick.
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” I chuckle. “She’s mine.” Throwing the tape his way, he catches it in the air. “Here’sa thought. Quit thinking about touching my wife and start thinking about the fucking game we're about to play.”
Foxx laughs, and I glare his way. “You too, asshole,” I say, walking away and leaving them behind before another smart-ass comment filters out of their mouth.
I spot Cayden in his usual area in the corner. He pulls his earbuds out when he sees me.
“How’s the hip feeling?” I ask, sitting down.
“I’ll live,” he says, taking a sip of water. “Coach thinks I need some yoga therapy or some type of shit like that. Says he has a friend from high school who owns a studio, and she’s helped a few of his players who have recurring injuries.”
