Chapter 33

Coleson

“What if I said I wouldn’t fight it anymore?”

“I mean, that’s a roundabout way of saying you’re going to try.”

Our conversation has played on repeat in my head since those words left our lips. As I drove into her from behind, squeezing her sweet ass as she came all over my cock. I knew I had stopped fighting the moment I joined her in the bathroom. I should have let her be. I shouldn’t have asked to be let in, but I had to comfort her. I had to ease her concerns and beg her not to be upset with me. Just the thought of pissing her off sets me off, and fuck, it scares me.

My dad would bend over backward to make my mom happy, and she’d use every single bit of his need to make her happy in order to hurt him. To throw it back in his face. I should have learned my lesson from years of watching them.

However, I couldn’t let my wife be upset with me. I’ve tried; God, I’ve fucking tried to keep her at arm’s length, but…did I, really? I still touched her. I still wanted her. I still care about her. I was just not having sex with her like a dumbass because, fucking fuck, we’re explosive together. Never in my life have I come as hard as I do when I’m with her. Never would I pass up blowing my load in a girl’s mouth, but with Eliza, I want more.

I want the intimacy that I’m getting addicted to when it comes to my wife.

I’ve never felt like this, and it terrifies me. I don’t want to end up like my dad, but when I look at my wife, I know I mirror the expression he always wore when it came to my mom.

Pure adoration.

But unlike with my dad’s situation, I know my wife is nothing like my mom. So, why am I still scared? I could give Eliza every single part of myself and enjoy doing so, but I know I’m not enough.

No matter how much she claims I am, I know someone else would be better for her. Who, I don’t know, and God help me if I find out ’cause I’ll end up going after them so I can take her back. Like a fool. Fuck, I want to keep her. But she is better off without a piece of shit like me. I want to believe her words. I want to know deep in my soul she’s right. But if I wasn’t enough for my parents, how in the hell would I be enough for her? Above all, she has a life here, and I’m giving her the coffee shop. What would I expect? For her to just follow me wherever I go?

I’d follow her.

Again, I’m such an idiot, but I know it’s true.

My wife is standing with Elliot, laughing at something on her phone, and I am in awe of her beauty. She’s in a short red dress that hugs every curve and valley of her body and sparkles just as brightly as her eyes. It requires all my restraint not to take her against the first surface I see.

We couldn’t ride together since I went in for afternoon skate and she worked in the coffeehouse. I almost feel like she wants to drive me crazy with that dress and then those fuck me hard and fast thigh-high black boots. Her hair is up in a slicked-back bun, not a strand out of place, looking like a fucking whole-ass meal with dark eye makeup and a bright-red lip.

That’s my wife.

I start for her, dazed by her beauty, and I have to adjust my cock in hopes no one notices. She does, though. My wife’s eyes cut to me, and a little smirk pulls at her lips as I make my way toward her. She licks those lips as I close the distance between us, bringing her into my arms before pressing my lips to hers. As much as I want to glide my tongue along the seam of her lips, I don’t. Because I don’t know if I’ll stop.

I pull back from her way too quickly and trail my lips along her cheek to her ear. “I should find a spot for us and spank that ass for how hard you’ve got me at my team party.”

She giggles softly, leaning back to meet my gaze. When her eyes light up, her lips curving in a breathtaking way, I’m a goner. I lean in for another taste, but she stops me. “Stop. You got lipstick all over your mouth.”

I growl. “I don’t give a fuck.”

And I take her mouth once more. I pull her flush to me, and she grins against my lips as I squeeze her.

“Get a room,” I hear Elliot mutter. “No, wait. Let me take a picture.”

My wife laughs at that as she pulls back, running her thumb along my lips. “You’re a mess.” I know I am. As she wipes away her lipstick, she asks, “Do you not like my dress?”

I squeeze her ass. “I like it a lot, just not that my teammates have a chance to like it too.”

She smirks. “What teammates? I only see you.”

“Gag,” Elliot announces. “But I may use that as a tagline on one of your posts.”

My wife rolls her eyes as she turns to her sister. “You’re insufferable.”

“Hey, I’m a professional! Didn’t you see how well the post of you and Katz is doing? It has over five hundred thousand likes and no bad comments. Like, what? I fully expected someone to say something bad. I’ve been watching since I posted—and nothing. Only congratulations and how cute you two are.”

My wife beams up at me, and I stroke my thumb along the curve of her ass. “Did you see it?”

I shake my head. “I’m not on social media after all the crap that went down.”

“Oh, pull it up, El.” Her sister does as she asks, and I lean in to look at the post of a bunch of photos of my wife and me, hugging, kissing, and holding hands. A lot from the gender reveal, some of just me on the ice, and then one of her in my jersey at a game. Seeing my name across her back sends chills through my body, but I ignore them to focus on the caption.

It reads:

Announcing Mr. and Mrs. Coleson Katz.

The Knoxville Bears Organization would like to congratulate Katz on his marriage to the granddaughter of our owner, Dan Davenport, Eliza McDavid. We wish you a long life of love and happiness.

It’s a great post, and it’s also smart of Elliot to include that Eliza is Dan’s granddaughter. “What did Davenport say?”

Elliot flashes me a wide grin before showing me Dan’s comment. Very excited for my granddaughter and, now, my new grandson. My family continues to grow and make me a very blessed man. Go Bears!

Well, damn. That is nice. “Wow, did he write it?” I ask, sorta joking, sorta not.

Elliot shoots me a look. “Yes, asshole. He wrote it himself, without my prompting. I was very proud.”

My wife even seems impressed. “That’s awesome. Thank you, El. It’s a great post.”

“It is,” I agree. “Thank you.”

She sways back and forth, the motion making her blue dress flare out at the bottom. “You’re welcome. Next, I need a dog or a cat. So let me know when you decide to do that.”

I laugh, and Eliza leans into me. “We’re too busy right now, but maybe soon.”

Soon. I’m trying. There may not be an end date.

I wait for the fear to creep in and suffocate me, but a voice distracts me from that.

“Katz.”

I look over as Coach calls my name, and I move my hand to Eliza’s back. “Coach, hey.” I hold out my hand. He shakes it as I say, “Eliza, this is my coach, Riggs McCoy. Coach, my wife, Eliza Katz.”

Eliza’s eyes brighten, her smile unstoppable as she holds out her hand. “Coach McCoy, I’ve heard so much about you, and I thank you for all you’ve done for Coleson. You’ve been such a pillar in his life.”

Coach takes her hand with ease and even smiles at my wife. I didn’t think he smiled at all, but Eliza did lay it on thick. “Call me Riggs, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Katz. His game has amplified since marrying you.”

“Oh, so we’re both blowing smoke up each other’s asses?” I tease, and my wife smacks me hard in the chest.

“Excuse you. I meant what I said.”

Coach holds up his hands at her pointed look. “Aye, same. I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. Want me to make him do laps tomorrow?”

She side-eyes me, and I can’t help but laugh. “Yes.”

“Aye, it’s done.”

“Damn, that’s rude,” I call out, but everyone just laughs at my dismay.

Coach leans in. “Why are you over here? Shouldn’t you be mingling with everyone?”

I shrug. “I just got here and came to fetch my wife, but her sister is a distraction.”

Elliot shrugs. “It’s true.”

“Oh aye, I know all about the distraction of Ms. Elliot McDavid.”

Damn, even my coach knew her name was McDavid? I’m an idiot. With a goofy grin, Elliot asks, “What’s that mean?”

“Let’s just say I may have walked into a certain broom closet that I thought held a broom, but?—”

Elliot throws up her hands, and her face is beet red. “Whoa, okay. Yes, I’m a distraction, and oh, I think someone is calling my name. Have a good night.”

With that, Elliot hightails it away. Beside me, my wife is giggling. “That’s fine. I know where you live and your phone number,” she calls after her sister.

Elliot doesn’t acknowledge her sister, and I chuckle as my wife asks, “Who was she in the broom closet with?”

Coach laughs. “I have not a clue what you’re talking about.” I laugh at that, but then Coach motions to where my teammates are all gathering around the buffet, the dance floor, game tables, and the bar. I don’t want to do any of that; I just want to hold my wife. “Go on. Go mingle.”

He walks away then, and my wife threads her fingers with mine. “Ready?”

I sigh. “Not really.”

She squeezes my hand. “What’s wrong?”

“I’d rather just stand here with you.” Her eyes search mine. Damn it, she’s pretty. I reach out with my other hand, cupping her face. “You’re so stunning, Eliza.”

Her eyes widen only a fraction as her lips curve. “I was thinking the same thing about you,” she says with a wink. “Which is why I want to show you off. So, what if we do a round, talk if someone wants to talk to us, and then leave?”

I frown at that. “You’re too pretty to just take home.”

Her eyes dance with mine. “But I can get naked at home, and I think you like me that way a lot more.”

Jesus Christ, I can’t with her. My whole body burns as I reach for her hand. “You are right. Okay, let’s go.”

I pull her along as her laughter runs down my spine, and I ignore the fact that trying for her is as easy as scoring.