“She is pretty awesome,” Willa replies as she traces little circles on my long-sleeved tee-clad chest. “By the way,” she goes on, “how are you not cold?”
Pulling her in closer, I place a hand on her ass and say, “Babe, you’re keeping me plenty warm.”
“Mmmm,” she coos, hitching a leg over me. “Maybe we should go inside?”
Who am I to say no to that clear invitation?
“Yeah,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “Maybe we should.”
There’s no more conversation then.
There’s just me and her, the rest of the world shut out for now.
I carry her inside.
Clothes are discarded along the way. We’ll get those later.
Kisses are had—so many kisses, and everywhere.
On the bed, I love her with those kisses.
And with my fingers.
And my mouth.
And my cock.
I love her with everything I’ve got, because I just loveher.
It’s finally here—the Bears’ home opening game of the new hockey season!
Shay and I are in our seats now, and they are awesome. We’re center ice, up against the glass, just like we were at that playoff game that now seems so long ago.
A lot sure has happened since then.
We’re playing the Los Angeles Kings tonight. So far, we’ve watched the teams warm up. We’ve also enjoyed some pregame fun, like trivia on the Jumbotron and mascot antics in the stands and on the ice.
“This vantage point is so phenomenal,” Shay says as she scoots forward to the edge of her seat. “I love how close we are to the ice, just like back in the spring.”
“And all the action,” I add. “This is like that last game…but better.”
“Yeah, because now you have Shane,” she says.
She’s right, and I’m pretty amped that he made a point to stop by and chat with us during warm-ups. He even gave Shay an official puck that the players were using to take home as a keepsake.
I’m so proud that he’s my boyfriend.
But enough of that—it’s time for the game to begin.
The top line is out, meaning Shane, Lennox, and Easton are on the ice. In addition, Brock Lowrie and his partner are ondefense.
The face-off is at center ice, right in front of us. Lennox wins it easily, passing the puck to Shane.
He starts down the ice into the Kings’ zone, but one of their players checks him off the puck.
Luckily, Easton picks it up and continues. Shane and Lennox follow him, and once the defensemen get into place, the five of them begin passing around the puck.
“Shit, it’s like we’re on a power play,” I say excitedly. “They look so good.”
