“Okay, okay,” I say. “I think our viewers want to hear what the Yeti have planned for this upcoming season. What changes are you hoping to make off-season to make sure you’re holding the Cup above your heads come June?”
“You know there's nothing I like talking about more than Yeti hockey,” Finley replies before leaning forward slightly and getting into it.
She talks about the off-season work the men are doing, the strategy the team has for the next year, and what she thinks their chances are of winning another championship. She’s perfect and professional, and I’ve never loved her more.
And that night, when we both stumble into our hotel room in New York, I pull her into my arms, giving her a long kiss.
“You did amazing today,” I whisper against her warm lips.
“No fair, taking advantage of my praise kink, Beckett,” she groans, shoving lightly against my chest.
“I thought you said a little praise would get me anywhere.”
She sighs, slipping out of her shoes while still holding on to me. “It will, but it's still not fair.”
I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. When I finally come up for breath, I murmur, “You did so well today, Mrs. Kane.”
She’s not changing her last name, but she’s still mine.
“I think it’s the start of something big for you, Mr. Coach Blake.”
“Even if it’s not, I can’t think of anything I’d rather do than sit around and talk hockey with you. Five years later, it’s still my favorite thing to do.”
“You’re still my favorite thing to do,” she flirts, a crooked tilt to her smile.
“Then what are we doing just standing here?” I ask, unbuttoning my pants and pulling off my shirt.
“Now that’s the hustle I like to see.” She follows suit, stripping to just her bra and underwear.
I pull her against me, my hands finding their home on her hips as I kiss her deeply. When she starts to rock against me, I slide one hand lower, running a finger over her center through her underwear.
“You’re so ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
“It’s always good with you.” The last word comes out as a sigh as I bend down and take her hard nipple into my mouth.
I give it all the attention she deserves, licking and lapping as if my life depends on it. “You’re so beautiful. So amazing. I coulddo this all day,” I tell her, moving my attention from her breasts to her throat.
“I need you,” she whispers, as close to whining as Finley ever gets. “Right now, Beckett.”
I lift her up, and she pulls my cock free. I’ll never get used to the feeling of her fingers wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I half grunt, half moan, as I reach between us, sliding her black underwear out of the way as I guide her onto my dick.
When I’m fully inside her, I stop, taking a moment to collect myself. To appreciate the fact that I can make love to my wife anytime I want.
That we got to the point where we could be together.
Her eyebrows pull together. “What?” she asks, and I realize I’ve been staring at her, unseeing, for an uncomfortable amount of time now.
“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” I say, slowly thrusting in and out of her.
She leans down, kissing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “I’m lucky to have you, too, Beckett.”
I walk us both over to the bed and slowly lower her onto her back. She keeps her legs wrapped around me, my cock buried deep inside her.
I place my hands down on either side of her face. “You’re so perfect.”
She wiggles her hips against mine. “I’m so needy. Just make me come, love.”
