I lean back to take a sip from my water bottle. “I completely get that, and I’m prepared as well. As much as I hate to admit it, our house is kind of turning traditional, and I don’t seem to mind. You know, I keep thinking about returning to work, even though Vaughn said I don’t need to. I never agreed, nor have we spoken about it since. However, I’m thinking of only helping with select projects on a freelance basis and the rest of the time being at home with Nora. I kind of get why so many wives of the hockey team run the house.”
It feels that everything I worked for in life is no longer relevant when it comes to the professional world. However, I realize that the only goal in life I think I had was forming a family, and here I am. I’m not going to be shy about admitting that. Everyone can do it their own way, both in motherhood or not being a mother at all.
“You’re thinking clearly, I can see it. It’s great that Vaughn is supportive.”
“Exactly, which is why I want to make it easier for him. Who knew laundry would be so fun,” I quip.
Hadley snorts a laugh. “You’re joking, right?”
“Totally. Vaughn has a dry cleaner he uses.” I interlace my arm with Hadley’s as we focus on the game. “Who would have thought, Hadley, that a year after your wedding this is where I would have ended up.”
“You didn’t even need to catch the bouquet and you still had better luck than the now ex-girlfriend of the goalie who caught it.”
We both shake our heads in entertainment at this conversation then squinch our faces when we see two defensemen crash into the boards.
“I am relieved that Vaughn’s new hockey career doesn’t involve injuries,” I note.
“Tell me about it. The only thing he has to worry about is stress and unbalanced chakras or something like that.” Hadley tilts her head to study the scuffle down on the ice.
“Which is why I don’t plan on causing that,” I swear.
After the game, Vaughn quickly comes to see us before he heads to a team meeting. Those stolen moments are the best, even if a camera is most likely in the vicinity. He normally whispers something in my ear before looking down at our daughter with a glint in his eyes of pure cherishing. Tonight, it was murmuring into my ear how I should wait up for him. And I will.
* * *
Hence,why I am standing in the kitchen barefoot and in his shirt while I load the dishwasher. It’s a bit after ten when Vaughn returns home. The moment his foot steps onto the kitchen tile, we head straight to one another.
I grip his loose tie and wrap it around my hand, pulling him closer. “Every time that I see you in this outfit, I’m exceptionally wet.”
His smug grin appears before his velvety raspy voice hits me. “My money is on the fact that right now you’re not even wearing anything under my shirt.” His brows raise.
I yank him to me for a kiss, and he brings his hands to my middle, groaning a sound in the process before he lifts me. The feeling of one hand traveling to my bare ass is heavenly but short-lived because he drops me onto the counter, parts my knees, and traps himself between my thighs.
“Did someone come home all bossy?” my voice rhapsodizes as his gleam meets my eyes.
“Isla, that’s the only way I’ll be coming home to you.”
Letting his tie go, I opt to link my arms around his neck to play with his hair and rest my elbows against his shoulders. “Except you’re kind of a softie. You sent me flowers while you were away. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Then I asked you to send me a nude selfie,” he deadpans, because he hates when I highlight the other side of him. The opposite of the playboy persona that used to follow him.
I hum a sound as our lips begin to dance then fuse together again, his tongue seeking entrance, which I give. Vaughn begins to guide me back, and I can hear the clink of his buckle coming undone.
I’m more than compliant to follow his lead, and I use my forearms for support as I lie back then watch him. “And you are such an excellent provider when it comes to your tongue on my pussy too,” I coyly mention to maintain my list of his qualities.
He laughs sinisterly as he drags my body to the edge. “That’s because I need you wet and ready so I can fuck you the way I want.”
I gape my mouth open right before he dives down and licks me, my body writhing and my moan a little loud, as we are downstairs.
Time and distance do this to us. We don’t hesitate, we just give into the moment when opportunity arises. Which is why he works me into a frenzy before I slide off the counter to turn over so Vaughn can take me from behind. I don’t even bother taking off my shirt, and his pants are hanging around his knees. But a carnal need possesses us every single time. Slow goes out the window when we have kitchen sex.
It's becoming tradition after we’ve finished for him to throw me over his shoulder and walk us to the sofa where he pulls a throw blanket over us and turns on the fireplace with the flick of a button.
We should both be seeking sleep, but we can’t. Our time is scarce.
Leaning against his chest, our fingers trace one another’s.
“The Spinners should have a great season,” I note. “They played better than last season from what I could see.”
