Apollo
We fucking won.
I’d love to say that the final buzzer of tonight’s game was my favorite part of the evening. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t the goals, the points, or even watching Ares have a tantrum on the ice like a threenager.
It was Edith.
I’ve seen her at games my whole life. She’s been at almost all of them. Every game, she wears my number on her back and arms, my name across her shoulders, and she cheers for me with an almost demonic possession.
She’s not a dainty hockey fan. She’s aggressive, knowledgeable, and damn near an extension of the game. She can give a play-by-play better than some of the sports commentators I’ve listened to, can call a penalty before the refs, and her team spirit is unrivaled.
I’ll be surprised if she still has a voice after that game. Every single time I looked at her—which was admittedly a lot—she was like a woman possessed. And I fucking loved it.
Watching her scream, pound the plexi, and cheer for me, for the team, it was an entirely new experience with her as my girl. I’ve been fighting a hard on in my pads all fucking night.
I messaged Athena from Artemis’s phone as soon as I hit the dressing room doors, telling her to bring Edith down to the locker room. She’s going to be pissed as hell at the wheelchair I had the arena team bring to her, but she needs it. Her leg needs to heal, not take fifty thousand steps at a hockey game. She was on her feet enough during the game.
I sure as shit hope she kept on top of her meds, because if not, her leg is going to hurt like hell tomorrow.
My shower is cold in an attempt to deflate my cock, but it’s not working. My balls ache with heaviness, and I’m light on my feet with the championship winning energy thrumming through me. I’m absolutely not making it back to the house before I fuck her.
Toweling off, I pull on boxers and dress pants in the dressing room, but leave my chest exposed. Even if there are press, or family members in the locker room, I’m decent enough.
I guess I took forever in the shower. Or perhaps most of the guys wanted a quick turnaround so they could get to the celebrating part of the evening. I don’t blame them.
Athena, Eloise, Edith, and Savannah stand around the room with Ares, Artemis, Justin, Scott, and Raffi. I don’t know where Victoria is—she spent the whole game sitting next to Edith. For women who claim to not like the game, Athena, Eloise, and Tori sure can fake it.
Edith’s in the wheelchair, her casted leg raised. Her face paint is a little smudged on one side, and her high ponytail has fallen to the side like she’s from a 90s workout video. When she spots me, she blinds the whole room with her smile, shrieks, and takes-off out of the chair in my direction.
The urge to hug her, pick her up and spin her around is overwhelming. But the need to fuck her wins. I soften my knees, and right at the last minute, her eyes widen in understanding as I scoop her over my shoulder, hold up five fingers to our family, and turn back toward the dressing room.
I don’t give a fuck if someone’s in the showers, or if any straggler is getting changed, or if our friends hear me drilling my girl through the walls. This feral need to be inside her, to celebrate with her, it’s consuming.
She’s a wiggler. Swinging her legs and giggling. “Put me down, you fucking cave man.”
“No.” I smack her ass. “You were on your feet way too much tonight, so you’re staying off the ground.” My fingers find the band of her leggings under her jersey, and I somehow manage to jerk them halfway down her legs before swinging her carefully onto a bench.
I kneel in front of her. “Here’s what’s about to happen.” I tug off her sneakers. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, then we’re going to eat something, then we’re going to have a drink with our friends and family, and then I’m going to fuck you some more. Okay?” I undo my pants zipper and free my cock.
The flush across her cheeks is adorable, but the hunger in her eyes is the money shot. She nods. “Can I consent to all of that right now? Like, frontloaded consent?”
She’s barely finished her sentence before she’s dangling over my shoulder again. As I walk her back toward the wall, my fingers slip between her thighs. The squelching echoes around the room.
“Neanderthal kink, eh, princesa?”
She’s breathless as I slide her down the wall, bracing her with my hips to take the weight. “I’ve been soaked since warm ups.”
“When I blew you a kiss?”
She shakes her head and flicks her eyes from mine. “Groin stretches.”
I can’t help laughing. “You’ve seen me do those for well over a decade.”
“It hits differently when you’re fucking the guy humping the ice.”
Speaking of fucking, my cock twitches. I lower her with one arm, as my other hand guides me inside her. Hissing out a slow breath, I grit my teeth. This isn’t going to take long. She’s soft and smooth, and so fucking hot and tight, that I’m going to blow my load in seconds.
Dropping my forehead to hers, I sigh. This. This is what I’ve been looking forward to for the last few hours. When her eyes meet mine, they’re so full of love. She plants the tiniest of kisses on my nose.
