“You want to ask something, don’t you? I can sense it.”

He giggles under his breath, breaking eye contact, and readjusts his backward baseball cap; his hair grew out a little from the season, so it was much fluffier underneath. Damn he looks good.

“The coffee shop nearby? Sit there for a bit?” 

You bite your lip. A well made hot drink did sound undeniably great right now. “Yeah, sure.” 

***

The two of you settle at one of the few bistro tables outside. It’s a little breezy, a beautiful 60s temperature; it was considered cold for Cali. Will takes the lid off his tea and brings it to his lips to blow on it. His gaze wasn’t on the liquid, his eyes peered over it at the surroundings. 

Ah, the real reason he wants to be here. 

“Don’t be so obvious over there,” you muse, taking the lid off your own drink. Then you pull out the banana bread he insisted on getting to share and split it in half, centering it on the table. 

His smile is jubilant with a hint of deviousness. “Quiet. Why’d you bring the book? I know you’re not about to read it.” 

You roll your eyes, though a rush of heat floods your cheeks; he knows you too well, more than you know yourself. Rather than dignifying it with a verbal response, you break off a piece of your half and stuff it into your mouth. 

A man who looked to be in his 30s came striding by, dressed in a full navy suit and a gray thicker-than-necessary long coat, on the phone for what sounded like a serious deal. He did have a leather satchel thrown over his shoulder so that indicated to you he’s probably a CEO or lawyer. Or a wannabe trust fund kid. You snort at the thought of him actually talking to a finance bro about bitcoin and NFTs.

“Get a load of that guy,” Will scoffs, gesturing at the guy after he disappeared into the shop. “His outfit looks ridiculous.”

“What do you mean? You wear those exact getups on game day.” You raise both brows at him. 

He playfully rolls his eyes. “I know. But I mean… He’s just all business and gives off that I'm an important rich person. Get out of my way everyone.”

“You're an important rich person.” You couldn’t resist pointing it out to tease. You giggle under your breath when he sends a small glare, though it didn’t last long. “Would it help if I added that you look very handsome when you’re all dolled up?”

A rosy hue appears in his cheeks. “Yeah, well…” He takes a sip of his tea before placing the lid on it again. 

Two girls deep in conversation walk by, both dressed in alternative clothing. Black fishnets, cut off shorts, baggy cargo pants, long sleeve graphic tees. At least, what most would consider alternative, however one of them is wearing platform crocs and that was a choice. The style itself was fine, the shoe choice is what lowkey engrained on you. It shouldn’t however, other random people’s choices are lowkey none of your business.

“Just say it,” Will teases. “It’s your turn to sound like an ass.”

You shake your head. “Nope.”

He reaches across to poke your arm. “Come on, babe.”

Your lips press in a firm line, then you huff. “Those platform crocs are… insane. An actual choice she made. Everything else was cute and she’s pretty. Just…”

“Doesn’t your best friend, (name), have crocs?” He peels off a piece of bread and tosses it into his mouth. 

You groan. “Yes, don’t remind me. We’ve already had a serious conversation about her sanity. A genuine mid-life crisis after the breakup.”

Now pity creases his expression. “Right, kinda forgot about that. But, she can’t be having a mid-life crisis in her early 20s.”

“Why not?” you scoff, shoving the last of the treat into your mouth and wipe off your hands. “I don’t think there’s an age restriction against it, babe.”

He looks at you incredulously, as if you said the most offensive thing imaginable. His hands make appointive gestures as he speaks, “(y/n), it’s mid-life. Mid-life implies the middle of a person’s life. Unless she’s planning to die in her 40s…” He takes in a breath between clenched teeth. “Okay, sorry, that got dark. But you know what I mean.”

“Will, to us women, and probably other men, mid-life crisis is just a placeholder for a huge breakdown and losing our sanity for a while, do something crazy that’s out of the ordinary.”

He makes a clicking sound, shaking his head. “Nooo.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutey not.”

“Mmhm. It is.”

“I refuse to believe it.” He crosses his arms, bulking up his biceps underneath the fabric of his long sleeve. Distracting you temporarily before you remember what you’re debating about. 

“Babe, you’re so fucking stubborn.” You pull out your favorite lip balm and lather it around on your lips before rubbing them together. You notice Will no-so-subtly staring at your mouth, his lips parting just slightly. 

He readjusts himself in the chair, clearing his throat. “This isn’t me being stubborn. It’s just facts.”

“Okay, Mr. Suitman,” you mock in a deeper tone. 

Will tries to hide the smile that cracked with his hand. 

The two of you enjoy another half hour or so of sitting at the table, talking about random items in your vicinity. It was pleasant, adding to the beautiful mid November day. On top of that, Will’s cream sweater makes you so giddy because he’s just a cuddly teddy bear. Eventually, you toss your trash into their respectable bins and hold hands with Will as you trail back towards the apartment. 

“Babe, you can have a great idea sometimes,” you remark, bumping your arm into his. 

Keeping your fingers laced with his, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places a kiss on your cheek. 

You smile into his touch. “See? Good idea.” 

“I’m gonna try to not be offended by that.”

“They’re usually better than Mack’s. He’s never allowed to plan an outing again.”

He chuckles. “He would have a mid-life crisis if you told him that. Might screw up his game.”

You smirk, knowing he finally let you have that win. Mack was a year younger than you guys, and sightly less composed than Will at times. “Hmm… Definitely worse than buying a pair of crocs.”

Late nights? He covers half of your body with his. He steals kisses from your neck to your belly. He ends affectionately on your chest, making sure to show each uneven breast attention. Will falls asleep with his head on your chest almost always, his little breaths tickling your skin. 

At some point, his arms bear hug around you, refusing to let you go even as you shift in your sleep. His legs tangle around yours, there’s no fighting for who gets more of the comforter coverage.

Early mornings? He nips your earlobe between his teeth, takes in a deep breath of your scent, and mumbles another sweet sentiment. He stalls getting out of bed to go to practice or meetings. You have to shove him from underneath the silky sheets, Will giggling in a huskier tone from sleep. 

Even with the chance of being late, he always brews your favorite drink before he slips out the door so when you finally trudge into the kitchen, it’s the perfect temperature for you to enjoy. A brightly colored sticky note by it with a cute compliment or asking about a plan for later in his chicken scratch. 

Trips to the beach? He tells you how gorgeous you look in every single bikini or one-piece swimsuit. He won’t let you sit in the sand for long periods of time, he pulls you into the white-washed waves to steal secret kisses. Build sandcastles together as you have a towel wrapped around your waist, and sneakily, he tugs it off and runs off, yelling about having to catch him. 

You wear a new dress on a fancy dinner night. Will’s jaw drops when you walk out into the living room and he reaches out for you to take his hand. He makes you do a spin and dance a little bit. You make a point to compliment his polo and slim khakis, which he accepts with a shy smile and kisses you on the cheek. 

Y/N strips out of her crop tee, bralette, and sweat shorts to slip the hoodie on as her only article of clothing. Ah… Fucking comfy as hell. Just like she expected. Despite never seeing him wear the hoodie prior, it smelled like a mix of his musky cologne and detergent. She holds it up to cover part of her face and takes a deep inhale of the intoxicating scent. 

Absolutely perfect. 

After rummaging through a little more, she decides to go back out to the living room. Why was she hanging out here rather than with friends or anywhere else? Simple. She didn’t want to see anyone else and he had a shorter practice today. It wasn’t exactly that deep of an answer. 

She flops down onto the couch with a cup of ice cold tea and turns on a random YouTube video. Then she grabs her current issue of Seventeen magazine to flip through the pages. Just sitting and watching the TV wasn’t enough stimulation. It would be if Will was here because she had him to cuddle as the second activity.

Her ears perk at the sound of the lock turning to the door that’s off the side of the kitchen. She grins widely, dropping the magazine beside her, and jumps up on the couch to face the direction.  

“Hi, babe!” she yells, zipping the hoodie down to flash who she thought was going to be Will. 

It was not. 

It was Mack. His eyes went wide, like a deer in headlights. He drops his bag and opens his mouth to say something, but closes it with a nervous laugh. 

Fuck. 

Quickly, she zips it closed and ducks down behind the back of the couch, cheeks burning a fire. The embarrassment was so intense it trickled down her spine.  

“I thought Will was coming in,” she states, still not moving. 

Mack clears his throat. “Uhm… Nope. I didn’t see anything, I swear.” 

Y/N abruptly laughs, hiding her face in her hands. “You’re saying that to make me feel better, aren’t you?”

“N-No. Not at all… Uhm, the hoodie looks nice on you?”

“Ah fuck,” she mumbles. 

There were more heavy footsteps and the sound of a door being closed. 

“Y/N? Are you still here?” Will calls. 

Once again, Mack clears his throat. “She’s on the couch.”

Will giggles under his breath. “Dude, what’s with that look? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“Uh… Something.”

“Huh?” Will asks, dumbfounded. “What’s going on?”

Y/N peeks her head over the back of the couch and carefully raises her hand. “I may have flashed him by accident. I’m so sorry, Mack. And Will, I thought it was you coming in.”

“You planned to flash me?” Will cocks an aggressive brow and shifts his gaze between the two of them. He was smacking on gum, drawing her attention to his sharp jaw. That with his black fitted shirt and backwards cap would’ve been a recipe for an amazing time. If Mack wasn’t here.

She nods her head. 

He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why, babe? Why?”

“For fun?” Y/N offers meekly. “I found a new hoodie of yours and wanted to prank you. It was stupid. Again, I’m so sorry, Mack. That wasn’t cool of me.” 

Mack shrugs his shoulders and ruffles a hand through his hair. “All forgiven. Like I said, I didn’t see… anything of your- uhm.” He coughs into his head with a heavy swallow. “We can forget it happened.”

Man, his cheeks were so pink. She knew he saw something and was just trying to save face. Dust it under the rug. She couldn’t stop her eyes from following how Mack’s hand hovered over his crotch and he did an uncomfortable adjustment underneath his trackpants.

“Dude!” Will exclaimed, exhaling an exasperated laugh. He points at Y/N. “That’s my girlfriend! Stop it.”

“It’s not me. It’s like my body’s subconscious response.” Mack flushed even more. “She, uhm… Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m gonna go.” He scrambled to get his bag and head for the door. 

Will shakes his head and smacks Mack’s shoulder. “Better not jerk off thinking about her.”

Mack groans in frustration, frantically shakes his head. “Fuck off, Smitty. It’s not my fault your girlfriend is hot.”

Y/N’s eyes go wide as Will’s jaw drops. Before the door can shut, a smile creeps onto Will’s lips and he laughs. “You're absolutely right. Don’t have too much fun.” He does a little finger wave as Mack closes the barrier between them. 

That couldn’t have gone any better. Seriously. 

Will meets Y/N where she’s at on the couch and grips his hands on her sides, gazing down at her amused. “What did we learn today?”

Y/N flushes. “Make sure it’s you before a flashing prank.”

“No, well yeah, but,” he giggles as his hands squeeze her, “Don’t flash in general.”

She rises to stand, resting her hands on his shoulders as they were level now. “It would’ve been funny if it was you.”

“Mmm.” Will creates a path of kisses down her neck and closer to the opening of the hoodie. “So you’re naked underneath this, huh?” He teases by setting a finger between the fabric and her skin, and it causes a goosebump sensation up her arms.

Y/N bites her bottom lip and, with a nod, she reaches to slowly unzip it. Not all the way, just enough that Will could brush over her nipples. He wraps his arms around her and picks her up. “On second thought, try this again but I’ll let you know if any buddies are coming.”

She giggles breathlessly as she wraps her legs around his torso. “It’s fine if Mack is here and joins. He’s seen me naked now."

Will chuckles. “Me either, (Y/N). This has been…” His eyes look at the scenery in front of you for a moment and then back at you as his smile grows more. “Perfect. Thank you for putting up with me for this long.” 

“Will.” You can’t help laughing under your breath, brushing back some of your hair. You sense he’s serious as his entire body stiffens a little bit, his jaw flexing against your head. Letting out another small sigh, you reply, “I’m more than happy to put up with you.”

He gives you a tight squeeze. “We should head back.” 

You nod and let him lead you down the path with a hold of your hand. The only sounds noticeable were the crunching of rocks and twigs under your feet, the crickets making their sounds of love, and the light wind blowing the trees’ arms. 

When you reach your camp, you begin to pick up what you can and put it away in your backpacking bins. So that in the morning, it would be easier to get up and go; it was a long car ride back to San Jose, not that you would mind it. Your mind wanders more as you sit back after cleaning up your area and watch Will continue to take down the hammock you had tied between two trees. His back muscles flex through his shirt, a slight sheen on his skin from layers of sunscreen, bug spray, and sweat. 

You peel your eyes away and go into the tent to change into a tank and booty boyshorts for bed; no bra. You lay on your side on the full size self-blowing up air pad, facing away from the opening of the tent, and pull out the most recent novel you’ve been reading. Your eyes were beginning to close when you could hear his feet pad on the ground, then the zipper of the tent opened and closed. There was weight on the pad before he sets his arm around your abdomen and places a light kiss under your ear. 

A smile spreads on your lips as you mark your spot before you turn around and place your hand on his chest. You look into each other’s eyes, sparkling with the glow of the lamp you had on. Without a word, he dips his head to kiss you. It was sweet at first, playful, almost innocent you could say. But it quickly deterred from that to being hungry, a little desperate. 

Your leg naturally overlays on top of his, your thigh resting over his bulge. Your lips find their way to his ear and you give him a little nip before backing up. Your hands find the band of his black athletic shorts and pull them down; you can’t help biting your lip as you look at his friend. 

Your name barely slips his lips as you lightly grab it and lick your tongue up and down before encasing him in your mouth. As you begin to work up and down, using your hand to massage with your motions, Will’s hands tangle in your hair, untangle, and tangle again. Once you prepare yourself, you swallow him all the way for a few seconds and hear him groan from deep within his throat. He thrusts up a little to fill you up as much as possible. 

You let go, smirking lightly, and look up at him as you place small kisses on his sensitive tip. You repeat your movements, opening more to push him against your cheek and then deep throat again. His breaths were quickening and his dick grew in temperature and pressure. You use your hand to pump him until the little bit of cum leaks out. You couldn’t resist licking some of it before sliding your body up against his and kissing him on the lips. 

He pulls away to yank his shirt off before crashing his lips against yours again.

“You’re so amazing, (y/n),” he mumbles.

His lips press small butterflies down your neck as you arch it back and trail down to your chest, touching what they can over your tank. You grab the bottom of it and pull it over your head. Now his teasing, swollen lips lightly brush against your nipple. He flicks it with his tongue before sucking and giving a little nip. A short breath escapes you with every action.

He rolls you over so he’s on top and you watch as he begins to rub his hot cock against your clit through your panties. His face was full of concentration, but there was still an annoyingly playful smirk on his lips hearing your small moans. You grip his forearms as he continues, playing your nipples with his slick tongue, and you swallow hard at the enticing throb and senses that were building up. 

“Wi-” 

“Sssh,” he whispers and goes down on you, kissing every single inch slowly. This was a completely different experience; you were used to total rough sex. 

He reaches up to take your hand and places it over your heat. You bite your lip as you rub circles on yourself and Will heavily breathes his hot air on your skin and kisses the outside of your hand. He goes back and forth from kissing your inner thighs and your hand, all while lightly trailing his fingers on your outer thighs, stopping them near your butt. 

After removing your last item of clothing, his fingers rub up and down, between your folds, and he breathes, “Fuck...You’re so beautiful, baby.” 

A giggle leaves you unwillingly and you shake your head, staying silent now as he leans his face in closer between your legs again. His enticing breath makes your entire body twitch a little and it fully amuses him that just his breath can make you wild. He starts with more fingers rubbing, teasing your folds, then light kisses ensue. He pays close attention to your clit and the sensitivity of it, he gives in his tongues pleas though and licks up. He does it again, then makes slow circles and a quiet moan escapes him.

You laugh breathlessly and rest a hand in his hair as if that’s the real reason he’s staying and pleasing. The great burning sensation ripples through your body, daring you not to break. You keep telling yourself to not give in yet. 

Will holds one of your breasts in his hand as he begins a pattern of sweet kisses and tongue ties. 

“Come for me, baby girl,” he breathes heavily. An even slier smirk spreads on his lips. “I know you can.”

You shake your head as your body twitches again. Your hand grips his other that was on your side.

He licks you slowly one more time and mumbles, “You taste so good,” into your own pussy before you burst. 

“Ah sh-shit! Fff-uck!” 

Will giggles, which turns into a bigger fit of laughter. 

You smack his arm and push him over so you’re on top. “You’re such an asshole.” 

You give him a deep kiss before reaching back to help guide his cock inside you. He sits up for better leverage, and you give a couple thrusts before going deeper and all the way in. As the thrusts continue, Will can’t help gripping the back of your neck as you grasp what you can of his toned back. 

You start to try going faster, but he holds you down. “No, slow, (y/n). Go slow.”

His hips move with yours, the pace torturing and making your insides scream as he hits your G spot. Crying whines and moans leave your lips. 

“That’s right, slooow, baby girl,” he whispers deeply, imprinting on your feverish skin. 

You were ready to come, whether he was or not, but you’d prefer if he came with you. 

You moan again. “I’m gonna come.”

“Good.” He was going to pull out as you reach your height and he was going to shoot his load, but your nails dig into his back, keeping him there. 

“Please stay,” you breathe, humping with him a couple more times. The hand around your neck tightens as your head goes back and you both come together; your walls enclose around his dick as he releases inside you and your bodies shake. An inaudible scream ending in a groan leaves you and Will holds in a dark grunt. 

There’s seconds of only nature outside the tent and your catching of breath before he loosens his hold on your neck. You look him in the eyes through the dimly lit air as your pants mix. You kiss each other again, tongues sliding together. 

“I love you, Will.” 

“I love you too, (y/n).”

You find yourselves laying down, your head on his bare chest and his arms lazily around you. You listen to the natural sounds around you. It’s one of your favorite aspects of camping and delving in what has always been around on earth. Will has fallen asleep, his slow cathartic rhythm lulling you. Eventually, you can’t stop your eyes from closing. 

The following morning was one you wish didn’t have to come. Both of you get dressed, make some quick oatmeal over the fire pit for breakfast, and then pack up what’s left. You each take a backpack bin and a barrel to carry to the rental Jeep. 

I spotted Trevor Zegras and about shit my pants. Literally one of my all time favorite hockey players on this planet. I’ve watched every game he’s done, including his most recent and follow his merch line. I felt my heart skip a beat thinking about approaching him, but I may never get the opportunity to again. What the fuck do I even say? 

Despite my brain blanking, I took a deep breath and made my way to talk to him. I cleared the notch in my throat when I reached him and his gorgeous girlfriend. “Hi Trevor. Uhm… I don’t mean to bother you. I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan.”

He turned a professional, yet genuine smile on me. “Hi, thank you. What’s the name?” 

I smiled. “(y/n).” 

“Oh shit, wait. You’re with Smitty, right? I thought you looked familiar.” He reached a hand out for me to shake. 

I blushed, suddenly embarrassed by this. It was true. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. 

“Yeah.”

Trever boasted a smile. “Congrats on the engagement!”

“You’re… Congratulating me?” My jaw dropped. This wasn’t real. “I should be saying that to you! The Flyers are in round 2 for the cup. All because of that hat trick you pulled in game seven.”

He laughed, brushing back his long hair. “Thank you so much! Uhm…” He started to pat his pockets and then his girlfriend, Athena, handed him a marker from her clutch. He shyly smirked and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, babe.” 

He turned back to me. “Let me sign something for you!” 

Fucking hell. I was coming off as a total freak fan, wasn’t I? Where was Smitty when I needed him? He’d make this less awkward. Or Macklin. He’s a little socially awkward outside the rink, but he was a good buffer for someone like me. 

I chewed on my bottom lip. “I don’t-”

“I’ve got a few cards, hold on,” Athena said, her voice like a comfortable breeze. She was used to this, prepared, and didn’t seem to mind? Or she was really good at acting. And she made me, a fiance to a hockey star, look like a terrible significant other. I was never prepared for fans to approach us, when and if they did. It’s a shock that Will wants to marry me, honestly. 

Trevor handed me a trading card with him posing on it and his signature. I held it like it was the golden treasure from a long lost city. I needed to frame this before I somehow destroyed it. 

“Thank you.” I smiled. 

“Not a problem at all. I would take a photo too, but you know… No phones allowed. I’ll see you around, (y/n).” He winked before splitting off with Athena on his arm. I’d have to file that interaction away under the cringe folder. I didn’t want to think about it too much. I still didn’t know how to behave normally around all-star athletes, any celebrity really. 

And once again, I’m alone. I craned my neck around to try and find Will. How long did it take to get a drink? Damn. A sea of faces, smiling and laughing in their own conversations. None of them I knew and could attempt to join. 

“Excuse me, you look lost.” 

My head whipped in the direction of the voice and my eyes went slightly wide. Jack fucking Hughes. This was an actual nightmare. I tried to not stare at his chipped tooth, however it was satisfying to see in person. Fucking deserved that puck to the face. 

I laughed. “I’m not, but it kinda feels like it. There’s so many people I don’t know.” 

“Me too. I’m hoping I can get to know you.” He chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling, and he took a sip of the beer in his hand. Then he handed me the other one he had. “I’m Jack Hughes.”

I’m not going to acknowledge the fact that he just hit on me and bought me a drink. 

I set the drink down on a tray of a waitress walking by to get it as far away as possible. I was a dumbass, but I wasn’t an idiot. Also, I wanted to show the shiner on my ring finger for him to get a hint. The lighting in the room was abysmal though; purposefully dimmed down for a moody experience. 

“Smooth, Jack. I’m (y/n). What brings you to this after party alone?” 

I was possibly teasing for my own entertainment. Some hockey players hated not getting recognized and acknowledged. Jack Hughes was for sure one of them. 

His nose flared slightly before he replaced it with another flashy grin. “I’m a forward for the Devils. I was up for an award. And my date ditched me.”

I scrunched up my nose. “Harsh." I cocked my head sideways. "Did you win?”

“No,” he remarked, licking his lips. Then he took a huge swig from his beer. “What about you?"

This guy, I swear. There’s no way he didn’t know. If Trevor knew, Jack had to know. I swallowed down the prickling sensation crawling up my back. Everyone here probably knows since Will posted on Instagram earlier this week.

I felt a warming presence beside me and looked over to see Will finally back with our drinks. “This guy and his team, the San Jose Sharks.”

Will handed me the red bull and vodka he’d probably overpaid for. 

Jack didn’t look the least bit intimidated as he reached his hand out. “Jack Hughes.” 

“Will Smith.” He shook his hand, every muscle in his forearm tensed, before wrapping his arm around my waist. He took a drink from his bottle.

“So,” I cleared my throat, “What kind of person would leave you high and dry tonight?” 

“A friend who was pretending to be my date so I didn’t look like loser here. Some player from the Bruins approached her and she was gone.” 

“Wow, you ended up being a loser twice tonight?” I arched a brow and sipped some of the drink through the tiny black straw as I eyed him. Maybe I was having too much fun with this interaction and how Will was reacting to it. 

It was all so ridiculous. Especially with the whole Trevor Zegras meeting happening moments before it. Jack Hughes was someone I could talk to because I didn’t fawn over him. Not an ounce of me liked him. 

“Yeah, rough night for me so far... Maybe my luck will turn around later though.” Jack bit his lip and eyed me up and down. They were disgustingly glazed over. I felt like I needed to take a shower immediately. He was definitely trying despite the obvious fact I was here with someone. Engaged to a hockey player. 

Silently, Will’s grip on my waist tightened and I glanced as he took another drink and looked in a different direction. He was jealous, I could sense it. And probably annoyed by Jack’s presence too.

“I wouldn’t press your luck, Hughes.” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “It never hurts to try. Can’t win if you don’t make the shot in the first place, y’know? Where are you from, gorgeous?” 

“Boston. Born and raised,” I replied shortly and rested my hand on Smitty’s. His calloused thumb overlapped mine, pressing into the divot lightly. Shit. He truly never acted like this. It had to be because it’s this guy of all people. 

“Boston?” He raised his brows in, probably fake, interest. “You’re not automatically a Bruins fan? Ain’t that against the culture there?" He leaned in closer. "I like a girl who likes to piss off other people.”

“No.” I chugged the rest of my drink and slammed the glass down on the table nearby. “Look, it was…” Nope, not nice. Not pleasant. “Kinda cool talking, but we gotta go.” 

His face fell a bit and he hesitated on the next question. “Can I get your number? For later, I mean."

Now, Will broke and moved me behind him. “Really, Hughes? You have the audacity to ask that when I’m right here? No, you can’t have it.”

Jack actually smirked and crossed his arms. “Baby shark afraid that she’ll give it to me?”

Will got up close and personal in his face. A stature I’d never seen him do before; he’s not a violent person, protective maybe, but not violent. Smitty was taller, and he’d been hitting the gym way more so everywhere was pure, solid muscle. And tons of it.

“Get this through that thick skull of yours, she’s not going to give it to you. Even if she wasn’t engaged to me.”

“That’s not stopped a girl before.” He looked around Will’s shoulder at me with a nasty grin. “I can give you something he can’t.” 

Will scoffed, “Like what? A life of you cheating on her and jail time?”

“What the fuck you just say?” Jack’s broken tooth looked normal in his sneer. He sized Will up and down, his hands clenching into fists.

And this is exactly why people didn’t like him on and off the ice; he couldn’t control his egotistical temper. He knew exactly how to get under people’s skin, even the calmest ones like Will. 

“You heard me, Hughes.”

“I’d watch that bum shoulder of yours next season. Might put you out for good.”

Will’s nose flared wide, jaw setting, and his lips pursed tightly. He ran a hand through his hair. “Make sure you find a better dentist. I might accidentally hit a puck in your direction. Again.”

I was quick to get between the two. “Woah!”

Okay, this wasn’t fun anymore. And I definitely felt myself sway from the liquor swirling in my empty stomach. Oh no. 

“Is there a problem here?” I heard a familiar voice ask and I was thankful to see Macklin with Misa beside him. 

Jack spat, “Yeah, your teammate is a lying pussy.” Then his eyes set on me. “I didn’t want your number anyway. I only tried because you looked easy.” And if that wasn’t enough, he muttered under his breath, “Stupid ugly cunt.”

Will has never hit anyone off the ice. He rarely hit anyone on the ice. He was known for his cool demeanor, his ability to navigate any situation with effortless confidence. That fact changed in a millisecond as his knuckles scraped across Jack’s scruff. 

And then he did it again, keeping him close with a fistful of his polo. I swear one of his other teeth flew in the opposite direction. There was another punch and this time a crunch sound followed. I wasn’t sure who it was from. Jack didn’t have a fighting chance with how much force Will threw. 

“Smitty, hey man, stop!” Macklin reasoned, terror woven in his tone. “He’s not worth it!” 

It took a lot more than just Mack to pull Will off Hughes. And when they did, holy shit. Jack wasn’t even close to getting up soon.

Blood smattered all over his face, his eyes already swelling up. There was an obvious split lip. If I was a betting woman, a broken nose would be discovered after an X-Ray. 

Macklin’s eyes were wide, staring at Will’s fist and shirt. They were painted with Jack’s blood. Will stayed silent, breathing heavily, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I could see his hand shaking, however it wasn’t due to being scared. At least, I didn’t think so. 

“Shit, dude,” Mack breathed. 

“What got into you?” Toff scolded. “This isn’t like you, Smitty.” 

Toff had jumped in to help Mack and Misa. Yes, it took three grown men to wrangle Will Smith. 

Will sniffed, ran his tongue across his bottom lip, and shook his head. His lips were sealed. 

Macklin looked over his shoulder at the security guards and what looked like an emergency medical staff person entering the room. “Fuck!" He raked his hands through is brown locks. "(y/n), you gotta get Will out of here.”

“What?” I sputtered. “Why?”

He rested his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. “Get your asses out of here. Will can’t risk getting in trouble, his contract is on the line.”

My heart short circuited, along with my brain. I felt my lips move, but I couldn't hear what I was saying. “What do you mean, Mack?”

“His new contract isn’t final yet. If the GM gets a whiff of this, he’s gonna get traded for sure. None of us want that, okay?”

His new contract isn’t final yet. This was it. This is what actually broke my fiance. And he didn’t talk to me about it. Why? 

“Okay?” Macklin pushed, shaking my entire body. 

I nodded. “Okay, yeah.”

“Good. Go, go, go.”

Carefully, I took Will’s good hand and tugged him towards the opposite direction. In the distance, I could hear, 

“What the hell happened here? Who hit him?”

“We’re not sure, the guy ran off before we could get a good look. We think it was a fan that managed to sneak in,” Mack answered, not a lick of a quiver in his voice. 

We waited outside for the valet to bring around his truck. Without a word, I handed Will his blazer and he slipped it on, closing the button to cover evidence. When his vehicle finally arrived, I got in after he held the door open for me.

It was dead silent as he began the drive back. 

“Was that really about Jack being an asshole to me or was it about your contract?” My voice cracked and I cleared my throat, blinking my eyes a few times to erase the water. The adrenaline plummeting and alcohol were definitely getting to me. 

Will didn’t reply as he kept looking straight ahead. His set features, that were normally soft, looked stricken in the street lights as we passed under them. His bruised hand gripped the top of the steering wheel as he reached over his other to rest on my knee. 

Okay, then. 

***

As we entered the apartment, I shot Will a hard look. “Seriously, Will. Please talk to me.”

“Bedroom. Now.” 

I was taken back by his stringent tone. He wanted total dominance. He needed it. 

“Wi-” 

“(y/n), I’m not kidding. Go.” 

That sparked in me and I did as he said. Without another word, I went upstairs and down the hallway decorated in art and family photos. It was thickly quiet aside from our footfalls on the wood floors.

He ordered, “Stop right there.” 

My feet stopped just past the doorframe to our room, toes of my heels brushing along our plush rug. It wasn’t there for only grounding our space to feel like a home. If you can catch my drift. My mind tried to piece together where he’d decide our fated fuck would be. 

I was partial to the firmness of the floor, Will usually leaned for the softness of our mattress. He liked to be rough, but not harsh. There was a distinction to him. So, if his own lips didn’t utter where, it was up to me to feel what he wanted. For once, I was completely in the dark, not in sync with him. 

His fingers slowly pulled down the zipper of the sage dress I was wearing; I hadn’t worn a bra with it. Then he pushed the straps down, which caused the silky garment to slide off my body without permission. The air hitched in my throat, goosebumps breezing up my arms. There was only one small, hot breath on the back of my neck. A signal that he’d allow the fabric’s falter. 

“Keep the heels on,” his lips whispered next to my ear. It sent delicious shivers down my spine. 

I nodded, then carefully stepped out of the dress and flicked it aside. 

His warm breath was still as he placed a butterfly kiss on my neck. “Get on all four and look back.” 

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, not daring to show it on my shoulders. 

I walked over to the bed and bent over teasingly, sticking my butt well in the air. I smirked, looking over my shoulder. I bit my lip as he untucked the white shirt and began to unbutton it. “I didn’t say to do that.” 

“Did you want this...” I crawled forward on my hands and knees onto the navy blue, silk sheets. “Daddy?”

I noticed his jaw tightened and he let out a slow and low breath. He removed the black belt that had a silver buckle from his pants and kept it in his hand. The hand that caused another man to bleed and break. Before tonight, it had only broken me in bed. 

“Are you gonna fuck me?” I cocked a brow. The more I tease, the harder he’ll fuck. The more frustration he’ll let out; This was the true secret as to why he was the easy-going Will Smith to the public. It’s consensual obviously, I had frustrations and anxieties to release too. In our own, fucked up, safe way with love and support. 

Maybe he’ll tell me what the fuck’s going on with his contract after. 

“What I want is for you to be a good girl. Not a disobedient brat. Look forward and close your eyes.” 

Before I closed my eyes, they grazed over the photo of us on a beach in Tahiti. One of the first trips we took together and the first time we’d actually had sex; a completely different experience from then to now. 

“I want you to count to five.” 

There was a shocking coldness on my upper back and I felt it run all the way down before there was a smack on my right ass cheek. I barely made a sound as my body jolted forward slightly. 

“One,” I mumbled. 

“Louder,” he demanded and whacked my ass again, slightly harder this time. Fuck. 

I licked my lips. “Two.” 

Then there was another smack and I continued to count. By the fifth one, I winced out a moan and tried to relax my tense muscles. 

I looked back at Will. “More, daddy. Please.” 

He shook his head, setting the belt on the bed. “No, baby.” His normally bright blue eyes were dark, brooding with a deep sea that washed him down. This better fix him. 

I watched as he removed and tossed aside his last item of clothing. I tried not to laugh at the tight black underwear he was wearing. He only ever wore them with suits; a change from his patterned boxers. His Greek god body made them look like a fucking tiny Speedo.

“Laughing at me?” he tested with a cocked brow. 

I stifled a laugh and nodded. “Mmhm, babe.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide.” He moved his body over top of mine, his bulge hit my lower back, and he whispered deeply in his enticing, gravelly voice, “for now.” 

I licked my lips and my breathing hitched as I felt him place kisses all down my back and then on each ass cheek. He slowly pulled down the black lace before he continued to leave his hot lips there and his hand covered my growing heat. A finger began to draw circles on my clit and I tried to not let my body shake too much and bend forward to break my stance. He pressed harder now at a rougher speed. 

“Shit,” I breathed. 

My breaths came out short and I swallowed hard to try and catch it. My back arched up at the pleasure of his two fingers entering. He managed to keep his work on my clit and pulse his fingers in and out of me. When he hit close to the spot and curled his fingers a bit, I had to cave forward and rest on my elbows. 

“Oh God,” I panted. 

There was a teasing chuckle. “Thought you could beat me at this game?” 

“Maybe,” I replied, earning me another curling pressure. 

“Hmm? What was that?”

I shook my head and looked back at him. “No, daddy. No.”

There was an in-charge smirk about his lips and the scruff he had going on turned me on more. “Get back up and stay up.” 

I was still shaking from before, but forced myself to get back on my hands and my arms felt wobbly, though in a good way. 

“Good. Brace yourself, baby girl. Trust me.”

I held onto his words as I felt a hand trail down my back, down my thigh, and around to the front for my clit. I knew this was not it though. He teased me with his tip a few seconds before he pushed himself in, hard. 

“Fuck,” I mumbled as he held there for a moment. 

He chuckled. “I told you. Move forward more.” 

He stayed connected and moved with me so his knees rested on the bed. Now, he pulled out and thrusted in again without warning. I moaned with every single one as he kept going. He used every muscle in that strong body of his to pound me into an oblivion.

I loved it. 

“Oh god… Yes.” I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip. 

A hand encased around my neck and forced me to be upright. Then it stayed there as another played with my breasts and made sure to rub over my highly sensitive nipples. He teased them between his fingertips with pinches. 

He left more sensual kisses on my neck and he grunted with another thrust, “Say my name.” 

My hands found their way to his bare, thick thighs. I was getting so close to my insides exploding. I grunted a moan as my head went back. 

His grip tightened on my neck, his thumb and pointer hitting the softest indents. “Say it.” 

“Will!” I choked out as both of us stilled and my entire being held onto his large cock that filled me so perfectly. Every deep curve of his abs flexed against me. 

He nipped my ear before letting go and I sagged forward. I was smiling blissfully. Will rolled me onto my back and hovered his heavy weight over me. It was suffocating, however intoxicating too and I craved more of it. 

“That’s not my name.” He kissed me on the lips, deepening it within seconds. He took the belt now, wrapped it around my wrists, and forced my hands above my head. “Don’t move.”

A moment later, he shoved himself inside me again. Instinctively, my arms moved down a bit and Will used a hand to push them back up. “What did I say?”

I bit my lip to stop a giggle. “Don’t move.”

“Good.” He moved to kiss me on the lips again and thrusted in again. He mercilessly ripped into me and riveted my G-spot. He was panting as he kept going. The heat made me want to pass out, but Will kept me in check. 

“Say my name,” he breathed into my ear. 

I shook my head and needed something to grab onto. I was overwhelmed by the rippling, aching pleasure. “I-I can’t.” 

“Do it, (y/n).” He ordered with another pound. One more and I was gone. Again.

Last second, Will let go of his hold on my hands. I hooked my arms around his neck as my nails dug into his shoulder blades. “Daddy!” I shook terribly as he filled me for the second time tonight. 

He kissed under my ear. “Good job, baby.” 

Will snuggled his face into my neck with a sigh and left his heavy body overlapping mine. After a while, I figured it’d be safe to remove the belt from my wrists and I kicked my heels off. Then I stared up at the ceiling as I played with his hair. 

“You’re mine, baby. I love you,” he murmured.

“I know... I love you too.” I paused, blowing a small breath between my lips. “We both know this wasn’t about Jack… Why didn’t you tell me about your contract?”

“It could be both,” Will countered. 

I snorted, resting on fingers along his jaw. I glanced down at him. His eyes were closed. “If we’re going to get married, we have to be completely honest, babe. Up to this point, I thought we were.”

His arms tightened around me as he sighed heavily. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you… It’s embarrassing? I’ve had a fantastic start to my hockey career with the Sharks, hoped it would always be here, and then they want to possibly trade me? All probably due to the injury last season.”

My lips brushed his forehead. “Players get traded all the time. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn’t reflect poorly on you, however beating the shit out of someone does.”

“You’re right, I know. I think… I was scared too. You gave up everything to support me here. For us. Suddenly it felt like it might be for nothing. And Jack made that comment about my shoulder and next season. I spiraled inside.”

I laced my fingers with his purpling ones. “Which is unlike you. When you feel that happening again, talk to me. We’ve always figured it out together. It’s you and I against everything, remember?”

“I promise I will.” He opened his eyes to look at me and brought my hand to his lips. “You and I, baby.”

“How’s your hand feel?” I cocked a brow, bringing it closer to me again to analyze it. Nothing looked inherently broken. 

He chuckled under his breath. “Sore, but it’ll be fine.” His laugh stopped shortly, water notably brimming his eyes. “Fuck, I hope Hughes is alright. I don’t like the guy, but… shit, I fucked up. I’m sure someone saw it.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around his head and legs around his torso. “I know.” My lips pressed into his hair as his body shook a little, tears pooled on my skin, his adrenaline finally letting go of his body. 

I swallowed my heart down my throat and a smile spread on my lips. I took a couple steps down from the stadium seats and found my way to the ice. Sneakers and ice did not bode well together, but Will met me, instantly balancing the both of us. 

Despite how grossly sweaty he is, I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek.  

“Hey there, Mr. Final goal,” I mused. 

“It was for you.” He was beaming and it was infectious. 

I chuckled. “No, it wasn’t. It was for the team. I’m so proud of you, babe.”

Will’s expression never faltered, though his eyes trailed to my lips before gazing into my eyes again. One of his hands cupped the nape of my neck and he leaned in, whispering, “Is this okay, babe?”

Inaudible, I nod and finish closing the gap between us. The roughness of his lips softened from my vanilla balm covered lips. WIll definitely got lost in our small kisses as I felt his tongue graze my bottom lip. He wants to deepen them so badly and I did too, but here is not appropriate. To me, at least. Back to the violating feeling if it were photographed.

I force myself to break apart from him. His face was flushed with a different kind of exertion now, though it could be argued it’s post game. The confused expression on his face tugged at my heart. 

“Not here,” I whispered. “At home, and there will be a lot more than just kisses waiting for you.”

More rosiness consumed his cheeks as he shyly smiled. “Oka-”

Someone rammed into Will and, with no prior warning, I went tumbling backwards. Miraculously, Toff was there and instinctively caught me before my ass could hit the freezing, harsh ice.

“You alright?” Toff asked. 

I let out a deep breath and wiped shaky hands on my jeans. “Yeah, thank you.”

He nodded. “Be careful around those two. They’re absolute menaces.” 

I eyed Will, who was obviously annoyed at Macklin. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. 

I smirked a little and shrugged. “I’ve got Will handled. It’s Mack that’s the loose Canadian cannon.” I gestured my chin in their direction. “Clearly.” 

Toff laughed and patted me on the back. “Your service hasn’t gone unnoticed. Thank you.”

“Shut up, Toff.” I rolled my eyes. 

He pretended to be offended. “That’s how you're going to act? Don’t count on me catching you again.”

A smirk danced on my lips. “You’re the best, Toffee. Congratulations on the win.”

“It was mostly the youngsters, but I appreciate the sentiment. Have a nice night, (Y/N).”

I know he didn't mean it that way, I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought. `

“You too,” I mumbled. 

When I turned around to join Will and Mack, Will was giving Mack a hug. 

Mack shot me a wave and a smile full of regret. “I’m sorry, shortie. I didn’t know you were there.”

I only shrugged. “It’s not like it was the first time, MicMack.” 

Now his smile was full of embarrassment and his eyes darted away. “Yeah…”

Will smacked him on the shoulder and gave it a shake. “Get on, Macksie. You’ve got some interviews to look pretty for.” He gave Mack a little finger wave. 

Mack reached out to swat it away, but Will ducked out of the way, laughing. Mack skated off without anymore of a show, flicking his hair back like he always does. 

My boyfriend rested his hands on my waist and I smiled as I met his expressions. “Don’t you have your own interviews, pretty boy?”

He laughed under his breath. “Unfortunately. I would much rather go home, destroy a second plate of that casserole, and then have you for dessert.”

Despite the heat repeating in my cheeks, I rolled my eyes. “Both of those will be ready when you are.”

“I don’t deserve you.” His lips pressed against my forehead. His face dips so our lips could connect again. Which turned into multiple kisses and, this time, I couldn’t resist licking my tongue along his top lip. His eyes went wide and he broke us apart. 

“I thought…”

“Yup, just another preview of what’s to come.” I smirked and, with my best attempt, smacked his padded butt. “Now, go on and hurry up. I’ll meet you at the apartment.” 

“Yes, mam.” He did a small salute, giggling before he stole another kiss and skated off to do press. 

***

It was nearly eleven o’clock at night, however my mind and body were totally wired awake. I busy myself with wiping down the kitchen counters and coffee table, organizing the shoes on the rack, and going through the mail which to be fair is small since it’s all digital now. 

I tap my fingers on the counter, letting out a huge puff of air. Then my apple watch buzzes and I glance at it. 

Babe<3: Just pulling into the garage. R u still awake?

I tap and hit the voice to type and send a response. 

Me: Absolutely ;)

I ran into the bedroom and went to find the reusable bag that had an old jersey in it. It paid off to be close friends with everyone on the Sharks team. I slipped out of my gameday outfit and slipped the jersey on. I also changed my lingerie underneath it to be a sultry, silky black bralette and cheeky panty number. I knew they wouldn’t stay on for long, but it’s one of his favorites. He deserves a huge celebration treat. The Sharks haven’t been to the Stanley Cup championships since 2016, where they unfortunately lost to the Penguins. A sore subject for sure. 

I start a commonly rotated playlist we share over the TV sound system. I rummaged through the fairly organized fridge thanks to my boyfriend and popped open a can of raspberry sparkling water. Sipping on it, I sway my hips and giddiness surges through every fiber of my body. I grab a plate from the cabinet and scoop some of the leftover pasta dish to warm it in the microwave. My dancing becomes less sultry and more absurd as I let the song seep into my movements. I lip-synced the bridge rap into the can to an invisible audience.

A thud of something being dropped and a giggle startle me out of my groove. I turn around abruptly, mid sip. Will stood in the entryway, dressed in his teal checkered suit that hugged him perfectly. His blonde locks were lazily styled back or he just ran his hand through his hair, which he did often. 

“Is that? How did you..?” Will gestured at me. 

I raise my eyebrows up and down a few times. “Secrets I’ll never tell. How does it look?” I did a little spin for dramatic effect. 

He sauntered over, raking every inch of my buzzing body. “Damn, babe.”

“I’ll take that as stunning, spectacular, amazing, riveting…” I mused, lazily resting my wrists on his shoulders as he grip my waist. 

His eyes were absolutely beautiful, including the tired lines under them. He’d never admit how exhausted he was. That was something that I was working on with him; that it’s okay to feel overworked and need a break, a part of the hockey culture that was still so deeply ingrained. I was gonna give him a fantastic break and sleep in tomorrow morning. That fucking alarm would be snoozed if I have anything to say about it. 

Still, I found myself asking, “Are you still up for some activities or should we save them for tomorrow morning?”

His hands slid to encase my thighs and he whispered, “Jump, baby.” I did what I was told and he held me up at his waist, then he walked over to sit down on the couch. I cradled his thick thighs, the jersey riding up to reveal the second part of the surprise. 

His hand trailed up the inside of my thigh, causing goosebumps up my skin, then lightly rubbed over the black fabric. “Fuck, you are too good to me.”

The timer for the microwave went off to signal his food was ready. I began to get up. “That’s your food. I’ll get i-”

“No, you don’t. Come here.” He lightly tugged me back onto his lap, grazing his lips against my neck.  “The food can definitely wait. Desert first.”

A breathless giggle escaped me. Will moved his hand gently back to where it was. I bit my lip as I bucked my hips to follow his movements. Just because I knew it would drive him crazy, I whimpered as I continued to grind on his hand. I leaned in to leave love bites on his neck. Will began circular motions and that actually made me moan. 

“Can you come just by this?” 

He knew the answer to that. Yet, I answered, “Mmhm, babe.” 

His voice strained as he spoke, “Do you want to?”

“Do you want me to?” I shot back, feeling my legs begin to shake at the building sensation in my stomach. 

He chuckled, it vibrated against me. “Do you have more than one in you tonight?”

I swallowed hard, forcing back my moans. “Always, baby… You make me so horny.” I couldn’t take it anymore and pressed my lips against his, cutting off a precum. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Come for me.” Now he slipped the fabric to the side to feel the liquid that he’d made come. The skin on skin did it for me, but then he slipped a finger into my slick pussy. 

I tilted my head back so he’d get a great angle of my parted lips. His other hand cradled the side of my neck, forcing me to gaze into his wild eyes. “You got this, baby. Hold me if you have to.” 

I rested a hand over his, giving everything into the final few grinds, his finger hit my G-spot every stroke. I cried out in pleasure. “F-Fuck, Will!”

Every muscle contracted around him as I exploded. Our eyes stayed locked through my entire orgasmic ride. I had to break to hide my face into his shoulder, shuddering as he gently rubbed my clit for the decline. I heaved for oxygen and once I regained control, I moved to place lazy kisses on his neck. My lower region ached, but I still wanted so much more.

“Shit,” he breathed and frantically found his way to my mouth. Our tongues connected, the kisses sensually sweet. He tasted like spearmint gum and I craved to take it from him. As if he could make my mouth fresher. 

Will sat forward, never disconnecting from me, and whipped off his blazer to throw it to the side. I trailed my hands up and down his covered abs and instinctively tugged to pull his dress shirt from the waistband before unbuttoning it. Fuck his skin was so smooth and rugged at the same time. The slight stubble he was carrying on his jawline from the Stanley pregames tickled me. I loved it. I loved him. 

“I love you so much,” I spoke breathlessly, beginning to leave my lips anywhere I could down his chest. I slipped to the floor as undid his pants. The need to fill my mouth with his dick ate at me inside, wreaking havoc. Acts of service is definitely one of our love languages. 

Will helped me yank the trousers off, revealing his black boxer briefs where his evident half hard-on strained against them. I couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck sexy foreplay. I brought my fingertips to the tight elastic waistband of them, feeling the hardness of his flexing abdomen. He was a fucking surreal god as I observed him from this angle advantage. 

“Take it, baby,” he mumbled, his eyes hazing over with lust. “Please.”

I finished removing his last article, running my hands over his strong thighs that I wanted him to crush me with after this. As my eyes took his large friend in, I lightly gripped him to give a couple teasing tugs. I smirked as I heard him take in a breath between clenched teeth. 

I licked my lips before leaning in to flick the tip with my tongue, continuing my strokes. My lips left playful kisses all around, then I licked my tongue up his entire length. I locked eyes with him as I slowly took him halfway, swirling my tongue around. Fuck, his dick was all the way hard, filling my mouth. I bobbed my head a couple times, using my hand to match the strokes. 

“Fuck, babe,” he groaned, bucking his hips a little for more leverage. 

I firmly placed my free hand on his lower abdomen, signaling for him to stop that. Sometimes he was so impatient. I let him go, stroking him more with just my hand but added my other to cup his balls. 

“So impatient, champ.” I winked. 

He laughed. “I can’t help it. You’re perfect.” His hand rested on the side of my face, his thumb rubbing over my swollen lips. Then he pushed it into my mouth and I closed around it to suck it. He dragged it out, trailing my own spit on my chin. I was completely and utterly entranced. I would do absolutely anything for this man. 

Before I could stop the thought, it was out in the open. “Fuck my mouth.”

Will blinked, shaking his head. “What, babe?”

I cleared my throat, continuing my strokes so as to not disturb his friend’s pleasure. “You can fuck my mouth if you want. I mean, you deserve a new experience for your win.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s something that always looks better in porn. I don’t want to actually hurt you.”

A sly smile spread on my lips. “You won’t hurt me, babe. You never could.” I sat up a little more so I could deep throat him, slacking my jaw in order to do so. The pressure against my esophagus made it hard to breathe, but it was also undeniably a turn on. I moaned around his dick, licking him as I released. 

I tried to take a subtle deep breath to gain air before I did it again, repeating my slow licks and moans. When I came back for more air, Will hadn’t made a single move to grip onto me and control my mouth. I sucked on his tip and lapsed my tongue to taste the precum. 

“Does that feel okay?” I decided it was time to check in and ease him back. I shouldn’t have mentioned the face fucking, or tried to push him. 

He let out a low breath. “Way too good. You’re gonna make me come before we can fuck.”

I laughed. “Oh, the horror,” I mocked. 

“You’re such a brat sometimes," he quipped with an eyeroll. His fingers lazily laced into my hair now and I looked up at him earnestly. 

“Are you saying you don’t have more than one in you tonight?” I continued, a fire igniting in my eyes as he writhed under my grasp. 

His head tilted back, eyes closing. “I’m gonna be honest, babe. I don’t know… Fuck, I want to come with you tonight.”

“Do it then,” I betted. 

“On the couch?” 

“Anywhere you want. We could do it against the kitchen counter again, slide into the backseat of the Bronco, start up a shower, or open up the curtains and fuck against the glass as we take in the beautiful view. Or-”

“(Y/N).”

“Hm?” I cocked a brow playfully. 

“Shut up.” He scoffed under his breath, pulling me up to kiss me on the lips. I giggled against them and sunk into him, encasing my arms around his head. His arms bear hugged around my body as our mouths deepened, our tongues exploring each other’s. His friend hardened fully once again, acting like a divider between our bodies. 

I broke us apart and pointed down. “I think he wants in. I’d like him to join too.” 

Will did a light finger slap on my left ass cheek, then grabbed both cheeks and massaged. “Get on your knees, baby.”

A little too eagerly, I steadied myself on the linen-blend fabric of the couch; Will could claim that I chose the decor and furniture on my own all he wanted, but he’d been happy to join in on the picking process. I had to force myself to think what I actually liked and not what a client would want aesthetically. As a freelance interior designer for celebrities and influencers (it was word of mouth or through instagram), it was tough to turn that part of my brain off. 

Will placing a large flat palm between my shoulder blades pulled me out of my whirling thoughts and brought me back to us. “Honestly, seeing you wear my last name… it has to be one of the hottest things you’ve done.”

Involuntarily, my cheeks got a rush of heat and a giddy smile on my lips. “I want to wear it forever, babe.” I couldn’t resist peeking back at his reaction, and his own pinkness rushed onto his face. 

Of course we’d talked about marriage, kids, moving to a suburb in a cute house, the whole thing. We were still young, and we’d also discussed not wanting to be exactly like every other hockey couple, getting married by twenty-two and having two kids by twenty-five. Nothing wrong with that necessarily if that’s what they wanted. However, it was hard to ignore how much we loved each other and couldn’t envision a future with anyone else. 

Fuck, there I go again. 

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and recentered myself to the present. Fuck, though, the thought of our marriage talks made me more horny. I noticed that Will hadn’t moved since my comment. 

“Are you okay back there?” I lightly wiggle my lower half. “I’m starting to perish.”

A hoarse laugh filled my ears. “Yeah, just, uhm… You’re still sure about marriage?”

“Absolutely.”

I felt the couch undip and his presence was gone. “Stay, I’ll be right back.”

“Babe!” I yelled out in a laugh. “What the fuck are you doing? My horny window could close any minute.”

Will poked his head out from the hallway that led to our bedroom. “No, it won’t. Stop being dramatic.” Then he disappeared. 

“You don’t know that for sure! It could shrivel up into little dust particles… Poof. Gone. Never to return. There’ll be a tombstone in its place, ‘her fine as fuck boyfriend abandoned her half naked’.” I sighed dramatically and flopped backwards onto the couch. “I think it’s happening. Hurry! Help!” I faked losing air and reached out toward him when he returned from the hallway. 

I sulked slightly that he’d put his briefs back on and a tightly fitted crew tee. Maybe the sexy time was over. Damn it. Fuck the marriage and surname talk. I’ll never forgive myself for responding the way I did at his comment. I should’ve let it be. Once again, I’ve stuck my foot in my mouth.

It was now that I took notice of the velvet box in his hands. Oh… my god. 

“Will…” I licked my lips and swallowed because both suddenly felt very dry. I cleared my throat. “What’s that? Is that… Is that what I think it is?”

“(Y/N), please be quiet and come here.” He extended one of his hands for me to take, so I did and stood up on wobbly legs. I let him guide us to the center of the living room by the coffee table. “I wasn’t sure when to do this. I wanted it to be perfect for you, and a little more equal reassurance I guess.”

He took a moment to clear his throat and cough into his hand. He was definitely nervous. Hell, I’m pretty sure if I went to the bathroom right now, I’d have bricks coming out of my hoo-hah.

“I want you to know how much I love everything about you. From your drive to excel in your life to your late night surprises with a hint of your goofy personality. You understand the life of being with a hockey player and haven’t complained once. I love that you don’t shy away from telling me when I’m being an idiotic asshole. You never shy away actually, you’re strong headed, which to be honest can be a little frustrating.” 

I couldn’t stop the laugh I sputtered out, my vision beginning to blur. 

“You always leave notes around for me to find, reminders to take deep breaths, sweet nothings, little sarcastic quips. You’ve made me a better man in every way possible. I know, I know, this isn’t supposed to be about me…” He took a steadying deep breath. “I don’t want to wake up with anyone else. Bake with anyone else. Relax on a Sunday with. No one else to celebrate the highs and comfort the lows with. From our first date to now, I knew there wasn’t anyone else.”

Will lowered himself onto one knee. That was it. My legs couldn’t hold me up anymore. I hid my face in my jersey paws as I huddled into a tight ball on my feet. 

“Babe… Baby, please look at me?” Will caressed, gently removing my hands from my face and he rubbed his thumbs under my eyes. “I take that’s a yes to the question I was about to ask?”

“Depends on what it was,” I croaked, wiping one of the sleeves under my nose, then I couldn’t help laughing. I’m a fucking mess and the man of my dreams is trying to propose. “I’m sorry, Will. Please, continue. Ask it.”

He chuckled, another shy smile spreading on his gorgeous face that I’d get to look at for the rest of my life. “(Y/N), will you marry me?” 

He popped open the little emerald box to reveal the most stunning ring. It was more than I could’ve ever imagined, and not that it was a huge rock. The gold band was so intricately crafted to look like foliage, meeting into roses at the top, and the head of it encased a clear cut oval. 

“Absolutely.” I held out a shaky hand. His calloused fingers delicately took it and slid the flawless ring onto the proper finger. Now I couldn’t stop the impulse to tackle him backwards and cradle his waist, planting kisses all over his face and chest. 

He bellowed a laugh and stopped my attack by hugging me to his strong body. “I love you so much… fiance.” 

Yup. I was horny again.

“Say that again, please.” I moved my head to look up at him, my chin rested on his chest. 

Will smiled. “I love you, fiance.” 

“Fuck,” I dragged. “You’re gonna have to be careful with that word. It’s like a loaded weapon. I’m really horny again. I think I’ll explode at some point.” He’d loosened his hold enough that I could slide up and kiss him slowly. 

“Mmm,” he moaned into my lips, his hand firmly grasping my cheek. “I’ll just say it enough times that you get sick of it.” 

I giggled, sliding my tongue against his. “Prepare for a lot of sex then. Everywhere.”

“That doesn’t seem like a bad trade off. But never in the Bronco. Ever.” 

“We’ll see about that,” I teased, grinding my hips on his dick. 

He groaned and smacked my ass. “Okay, back to the couch. On your knees.”

“Yes, daddy.”

His eyes bugged out, his jaw clenched tightly. I swear his skin went a shade paler. 

I bit my lip, holding back another giggle. “Sorry, I was trying something new. How about… Yes, fiance, my future husband?”

His dick got rigid beneath the black fabric. 

I glanced down, a proud smirk displayed on my lips. “Seems you’re gonna have to break the habit too.”

“Couch. Now.” 

I swallowed hard, feeling myself get wet just at his tone. This is about to be one of the best fucks we’ve ever had. 

***

I pulsed against his strokes, biting my lip. His entire strength hit every thrust. It was intoxicating. 

“Will,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna…” I strained to hold myself up and let my elbows buckle to rest my head on the couch. It gave him another fantastic angle that he took full advantage of. 

“Fuck, you’re so hot like that,” he gritted, pounding even harder and I didn’t think that was possible. It was impossibly blissful. I reached my non-ring hand back to rub circles over my clit. Will stopped abruptly, flipping me over, and held my hands above my head with a single hand. 

He kissed me slowly, guiding himself back into my hot flesh, then matched his hand pace with his strokes. “I’ll do it, baby. Just come for me.”

His feverish lips were like magnets on my neck. I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped into his ear. “Just like that, Will. Fuck. Yes. Slap me like that final goal tonight.” I bit back a whimper, arching my back. 

“You are amazing, (y/n). I’m so close.”

Pulsations riveted and tore me apart. Over, and over, and over. I love every second of it.

“Me too.”

He loosened his grip around my wrists and pushed the jersey up so he could give my breasts attention. I couldn’t believe it was still on, but it was hot as hell getting fucked senslessly wearing it. I felt empowered in a way I never experienced. He was mine. 

I risked retaliation for moving my arms to unclip my bralette before pulling the jersey over my face so he had full access. His slick tongue gave brutal attention to my nipples. I gasped at his teeth taking a small nip and swallowed hard. It was slightly suffocating underneath the heavy material and it blinded me. That mixed with his touch did it for me. Apparently it did it for Will too as his heavy weight hovered me, loud moans leaving his magical lips. He released his load in me as I encased him, intertwining our entire beings together. A place I wish I could stay in forever. 

Even though I was grasping for air, I said, “That’s it, baby… You did so well.” 

A breathless giggle escaped him, he tugged the jersey all the way off and kissed me. I lightly tangled my fingers in his damp golden hair as we adjusted to lay on our sides facing each other. 

He brushed back the fallen pieces of my hair back. Then he drew random lines over my exposed skin. The new piece of jewelry my hand adorned glinted brightly at me, and I couldn’t rip my eyes away. 

“This is really beautiful, Will. I love it. I love you.”

His lips left a quick peck on my forehead. “I’m happy that you do. It was, um, nerve wracking designing it. Not because I didn’t know what you’d like, or what I like, just, uhm, trying to find a balance… There was also the diamond to choose and I was torn on whether to go big or small. Ah, fuck, that sounds terrible.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. 

“No, it doesn’t. I get it. It actually warms my heart knowing the effort you put into designing it.”

He smiled. “What’re we gonna do if the Sharks actually win the Stanley Cup?” 

I sputtered out a laugh, then bit my bottom lip. “Threesome?” 

His eyes went wide, his movements seizing immediately. “Wha..”

“Listen, I know we’ve talked about it. If you guys win, we’ll arrange a threesome to celebrate.”

A shy smile spread on his face, the sparkles glinting in his eyes. “Girl or guy?” 

I shot him a cocked brow look, which earned me another giggle fest. “Either is fine, babe. Just, no one we know. And we gotta do it now, because after we’re officially married, I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

“Deal.” 

The microwave chimed again. “It’s gonna have to be reheated again.”

“I don’t care,” Will mumbled into my skin after nestling his face on my chest, and let out a content sigh as his eyes closed. I took full advantage of this to soak in how cute he was. I brushed my lips on top of his head, playing with the ends of his hair.

“I do, baby. You should eat after such a huge night. You’re getting wifey treatment now.”

I ripped out of his grasp to go into the kitchen, grabbing his shirt off the ground along the way to slip on. It was an open concept layout; probably what some considered a small apartment when he could afford a larger unit, but we picked it out together. I hit for a minute on the microwave before swinging over to get a fork out of the utensil drawer. 

He swung his legs over the edge of the couch to sit up. “Noooo. No. Don’t ever say that again.”

I shook my bare butt at him. “Deal with it, fiance.” I stuck the fork between my teeth as I pulled out his reheated casserole. He tugged on his briefs, then ran a hand through his fluffy hair. 

“You did do this before the ring, so…” He plopped himself into one of the barstools at the counter. I set the plate with the fork in front of him, then gave him a peck on the lips. 

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch, y’know that?”

He laughed with a crooked smile. “Why do you think I put a ring on it?”

I flashed him the finger with the ring. “Watch it, babe.” 

I cradled into his lap and he wrapped one arm around my waist to keep me there; his fingers partially peeking under the shirt hem. He picked up the fork and began to eat the mixture of creamy sauce, veggies, chicken, and pasta. It fell comfortably silent, the only sounds coming from the speakers and the fork lightly scraping on the ceramic dish. I didn’t care that we were still completely naked, it somehow made this moment better. 

Will took a little more on the fork, then held it up to my mouth. I was going to say something about him feeding me, but my stomach growled at the delicious smell wafting into my nostrils. I opened my mouth and sighed contently as the hot food hit my taste buds. I rested my head on his shoulder in a completely different bliss. He continued to feed me some every other bite until the plate was empty. Then he carefully reached for a paper towel and wiped my mouth, then his mouth. 

My eyes felt heavy. I tried to hold back the yawn. I wanted to stay here for the rest of eternity. 

“Bed time, babe?” Will murmured, kissing my nose. 

I shook my head, my eyes fluttering close. “Oh no… I’ve got another round in me. Let’s go do it against the windows.”

A husky giggle shook his body. “Maybe in the morning. Come on, let’s get in bed.”

“Okay,” I whispered, snuggling even more into the crook of his neck. No amount of words could describe what I felt for this guy. “I think I’ll stay nude.”

That six AM alarm might have to be allowed for sunrise sex. Against the impeccably clean windows. And then cuddles on the couch for a mid-morning nap. I’d have to clean the couch anyway so wiping down the windows wasn’t inherently overtasking to add on. It’d be worth it. 

He is worth it.

Will rinsed off the plate and fork before putting them into the dishwasher. Then he seized my hand and we turned off the lights before going into the bathroom for us to do nightly routines. I padded into the bedroom, Will following close behind. The pillows and plush comforter definitely looked inviting and a content sigh left my lips as my head hit the pillow. Will did the same, immediately spooning my back and a heavy arm securely around me. I found my hand with the new piece of jewelry gingerly holding his.

“When should we tell everyone?” I mumbled. “I’m okay to leave the ring off until after the Stanley finale.”

“Is that what you think we should do?” he asked, a hint of sadness in it. 

Subtly, I shrug. “I mean, it would be a major distraction from the team’s success. That’s not fair.”

“Mmpf,” he groans, leaving a gentle kiss on my shoulder. “But it’s not fair to you, to us, to hide it for that long… Selfishly, I don’t want to.”

I laugh sleepily. “Me either… I was just trying to be a supportive undercover fiance.”

“Undercover?” he giggles, his body shaking against mine. 

“Yeah, I mean, we could tell people close to us in our lives and then wait to announce until after the Stanley Cup, y’know?”

His breath tickled my ear. “Again, I’m a selfish prick and need everyone to know that you’re mine forever. Like, this amazing woman wants to marry me, build an even bigger and stronger life. We’re going to have the cutest, smartest, creative, talented kids. A backyard big enough for the two dogs Bruce and Puck, a vegetable garden, and a huge playset for the little menaces.”

I bit my bottom lip, a sudden tear rolling down my nose and onto the pillow, and I choked out a laugh. Will’s arm tightened up more and he kissed the nape on my neck. 

“Okay, babe. We’ll take a couple photos tomorrow and announce it... That should’ve been your proposal speech by the way,” I mused, defusing the sudden tone shift in my own emotions. “Also, I’ll be picking the kids’ names.”

He scoffed. “How come? The dog names?”

“Precisely.”

“I wasn’t serious about them,” he mumbled. 

I let my heavy lids close. “Mmm, right…”

It felt silent for a little while, thinking that Will drifted off to sleep I reminded my mind that it was time to shut the fuck down. Sometimes it wasn’t always my friend when it came to sleep. 

“We should go gender neutral like Casey or Alex.”

I smiled. “We don’t have to. I’ve always loved the name Rosalyn for a girl and, actually, Casey wouldn’t be terrible for a boy. Rosalyn and Casey Smith.” I paused my ranting momentarily, thinking. “Okay, maybe not either of those. How is it you have one of the most common last names, yet no first name sounds good with it?”

“Hey!” he groaned, tangling his legs with mine, and rolled me onto my back so he could look me in the eyes. They searched for what felt like an eternity before he added, “You’re gonna have that last name, baby. Mrs. (first) Smith. Whatever we name our kids, they’ll be perfectly fine. And if they hate it, they can change it when they’re eighteen. No harm, no foul.”

I laughed under my breath and reached out to boop him on the nose. “This might be the only time I say this, you’re right.”

“There’ll be more times than you think.”

“Nope.” I shook my head, running my fingers through his fallen fringe. I’m going to miss this cut after the Stanley Cup is over.

“Oh, absolutely, there will be.”

Will closed the space between us and pressed his lips on mine, ever so gently and it made my entire body melt into the mattress. The kisses continued, slowly, lazily, no hunger to swallow each other’s tongues, no moans. Just nothing but our mouths expressing the intense amount of tender love there is. This is actually where I want to be for forever, not him pounding my pussy or overstimulating me with his tongue. Those were obviously nice, a different way he showed his love, but this is stripped down of hot and heavy heat. It’s warm, a light simmer like the early morning sun hitting my shoulders or drinking a freshly brewed (slightly cooled down) coffee. 

Nothing has to be said before we eventually drift off into the sleepy sea. Will’s head on my chest and both arms wrapped around me, while my hand with the ring placed on his bicep and the other laced through his hair.