While snuggling in his arms in the giant bathtub sounded really good, he pulled me into our rain shower.
Ashton was very muscular with a little bit of hair on his chest, but my favorite was the little trail of hair from his belly button all the way down. It was the same color as his neatly trimmed beard.
My parents had opinions on his man bun and beard, too. Oddly enough, the flannel got a pass because of where he was from.
He turned on the shower and we went inside. For a moment, we just held each other under the warm spray. This felt nice. The past few days had been a lot.
The stress of that last game of the semis had gotten to me. Not so much about the bet, but because we won the first game of semis, then lost a game, and winning that third game meant actually going to the finals. That was something we had hardly dreamed about considering.
It was amazing we got that far. The one thing that I had dreamed about as a child was almost within my grasp.
I’m sure even if we won, my parents wouldn’t care.
But I wasn’t doing it for them. I was doing it for myself and our team.
At the same time, it was terrifying. The Puck Panthers would be tough to beat. We should probably be studying and practicing and mentally getting in the game. Still, our bodies were wrecked. Having a few days off before going back to practice felt luxurious but was necessary.
And honestly, it wasn’t all about winning. We were the underdogs. As long as we went out there and did our best, everyone would be happy.
I was already happy. I loved hockey. I loved Ashton. I loved that I even had the chance to be on a pro team.
Ashton and I had decent careers. But we weren’t stars. In all honesty, I never wanted to be one. I just wanted to play. We still made good money. Ashton sent a lot home, but I made sure we invested well for our future.
As much as I joked about not really wanting to go back to college and basically being a PE major, that was more because my parents pushed me into it.Pick something easy, so you’ll have more time to play hockey. I think I’d like to study investments. I’d been doing all right learning on my own, but it might be nice to learn more.
I had a nice little portfolio for the future Ashton and I were building together. Especially if we ended up adding an omega. That was the future we’d seen for ourselves from the very beginning. Maybe we should’ve been a little more discerning. I thought Charlotte had been the one.
So had Ashton.
After years of clarity, and meeting Kai, it was very clear that Charlotte wasn’t it.
Poor Kai. Her ex was an absolute moron. I hope he got eaten by whatever ate people in Bali.
Ashton kissed my forehead. “Stop being in your head.”
“It’s a lot of pressure, going to finals. It’s really easy to look at it as,We’re all the way here we have to win,rather than,We’re all the way here. Let’s savor every moment andwhat happens, happens.We should be happy because we’re further than we ever thought we’d be,” I confessed.
“Some habits are hard to break.” He kissed me, stroking my face.
True. Ashton had caught me checking my phone many times after a game and frowning because part of me still hoped for a text.
“If your parents do ask for tickets, you don’t need to sayyes. If they can’t love you when you lose, why should they get to love you when you win?”
I laid my head on his shoulder “You’re right.”
“I like to be right.” He grinned.
“That's my line,” I teased.
He was the one who was usually conceding to me. We’re both intense in our own ways. I was just louder about it.
Ashton kissed me, pushing me against the wall of the shower as the warm water continued to spray down on us. We had a fancy shower with water coming in all directions from various showerheads so that nobody would get cold.
His hand found the bottle of waterproof lube we kept in the shower. We continued to kiss as his fingers moved around my body and started to work me from behind.
“I love you. It doesn’t matter if we win or lose, if we find someone, or not we always have each other.” He kissed me again, as his cock slid into me, my back pressed to the shower wall.
A gasp escaped my lips. I held onto him tight, as he thrust in and out, his beard tickling my face as we continued to kiss. My back felt the cool press of showertiles while my front was warm with Ashton. Kissing him, feeling him thrust inside me over and over, made me swell with love.
