Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

Riggs

There isn't a day that passes as a coach of a bunch of young men that I don't ask myself, what the ever-loving fuck ?

We drop the next two games, the Griffins coming out on top. Yes, both were only by one goal—mainly because Cruz works his ass off, while apparently, my offense is sleeping. It's not a good look after we went to Michigan and dominated, to come home and put up two goose eggs. It's pathetic. It's downright frustrating. As I stand in the middle of the locker room, not on our emblem but to the side since we don't need any more bad luck, I choose my words wisely. I don't want to kick them while they're down. I can see it on each of their faces; they feel the losses as deeply as I do. The emotion is palpable, that they don't want to let me down, let down the fans, but here we are. It's my job to get them on track.

Exhaling, I lift my head as I tuck my hands into my pockets. All eyes are on me, not only those of my players, but also my staff. I lick my lips before I ask, "Wellington, how many games are in a series?"

"Seven."

"How many do we have to win?"

"Four."

I nod. "Four," I repeat, moving my gaze from player to player and including my staff in my molten stare. "How many wins do we have, Cruz?"

"Two."

"Two," I repeat, nodding. "We are halfway there, boys. Halfway. We are meant to be the first franchise in AHL history to bring home a Cup after only two seasons. I believe in this team. I believe in us. Do you believe?"

A grunt of agreement fills the room.

"Halfway," I repeat, scanning the room. "We just need two more wins, and we love winning in Michigan, don't we?"

More grunts of agreement. Clearing my throat, I say, "Let's go embarrass them the way they embarrassed us these last two games."

Everyone starts to clap, grasping shoulders, pumping arms, and even tapping their gloves on their lockers in agreement before I hold up my hand to silence them.

With a pointed look, I say, "This series is ours. That Cup is ours. And we will win." More cheers erupt, and my heart warms at the excitement and motivation I'm providing my team. "Now, go get some rest and be ready for practice at nine. We're flying out at four. On three. One, two?—"

Everyone shouts, "Bears!"

I leave the locker room shaking with anger. I hate that we dropped those two games. I hate that we couldn't shut out the damn series and be done with those damn Griffins. I want that Cup so badly. I want to be the first coach in AHL history to get a Cup in the first five years of my coaching career. It's not easy, but I want it. I need it.

When my phone sounds, I pull it out of my pocket as I enter my office. It's a message from Clara, and just like that, my anger starts to dissipate. This girl has cast some kind of voodoo on me, I swear. Just seeing her name, knowing she's messaging me, has me lighter than I was before.

Clara: Sorry.

I smile as my heart warms at the five-letter word. She's such a sweet little thing. These last four days have been pure bliss. She hasn't been back to her grandpa's, instead staying with me. When we're not lost in each other's bodies, I've been teaching her to cook. She's a quick learner, not that I'm surprised. The girl can do anything she puts her mind to. I find myself on the couch watching TV with her and just enjoying being with her. I never liked to sit still until her. With her in my arms, I don't need to move. Except when we're working out. We have been running every day, but she hasn't made it the full eight miles.

And of course, I've ended up carrying her home each morning.

More so because I love the feel of her hot body on my back.

It's also a hell of a workout.

Not that I don't get one at night with her in my bed.

I can't help but smirk as I write her back.

Me: Can't win them all.

Clara: Still, you're a winner in my eyes.

Me: Thanks, baby girl.

Clara: Come home.

I love when she calls my house her home, but I know what she's saying with those two words. She's telling me not to stay at the office and obsess over game film. She wants me to come home to her. She has figured me out so quickly and thoroughly that sometimes it's hard not to give in to the fears that urge me to run the other way. Instead, I continue to run right for her.

Me: An hour.

Clara: No. You can watch tapes tomorrow. Come home. I've got a surprise for you.

Me: You naked in my bed with a bow on your pussy?

Clara: Shit, I forgot the bow.

With that, she sends me a photo of her completely naked in my bathroom. Her creamy white skin is all soft and beautiful. Her hair is down in waves, framing her face as she pouts her lips in a sinful way that makes staying to watch film a distant thought. My cock instantly strains against my pants as I reach for my keys off my desk and leave.

Me: You don't need it.

She sends me a laughing emoji, and I write her back again.

Me: On my way.

Clara: I'll be waiting.

Me: Good girl.

She's waiting at the counter for me when I open the door twenty minutes later. With my eyes on her, I lean down to greet the boys. Gordie licks me happily, and I know he enjoys Clara being with him at all times. He seems happier.

Same, bud.

I kiss Gretzky, and he wiggles against me, pressing his butt into my side so I'll scratch his ass. Darcy rolls onto his back, squirming like a damn eejit as I rub his belly. But even while I'm greeting the boys, my focus isn't on them.

It's all on Clara.

She stands beautifully naked in my kitchen as she leans on her forearms. Her face is flushed, her hair falling forward over her shoulders as her blue gaze stays locked on me. If I weren't distracted by what sits in front of her, I would drink in her smooth skin and perky tits. But for some reason, my baby girl has both a large dildo and a small one on the counter. And I think I see a butt plug.

What has me in knots, though, is her wicked little grin.

"Should I even ask?"

She beams, her eyes wild with trouble. She is the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes on.

This girl is all mine. Fuck.

She licks her lips and taps the largest dildo, which is bright green. "I thought we'd have some fun with your ass."

I cock my head, chuckling at the absurdity. "Baby girl, nothing is going in my ass. I'm kinky but not stuff-things-in-my-ass kinky."

She pouts, looking more gorgeous than ever. "What about this one?" she asks, pointing to the smaller one, and I laugh.

"Nope."

She eyes me. "Fine. This butt plug." She holds up a silver plug with a daisy on the base.

I roll my eyes. "Nothing is going in my ass, but I will gladly stuff your ass."

"That's not fair," she whines, but her eyes are dark with crazy mischief. She is out to ruin me, I swear. "How about my finger?"

She wiggles her pinkie at me, and I laugh. "Nope."

She sighs deeply. "Fine. You can stuff them in me."

My cock jerks in my pants. "I can?"

"Yup," she says, coming around the counter. "You can stuff one in my ass, then pick one to stuff in my pussy while you fuck my mouth."

A groan escapes my lips as I shake my head. How in God's name did I find this girl? I close the distance between us, and she reaches for me as I capture her in my arms. Our lips meet, and she opens for me instantly. Her tongue meets mine, and my chest rumbles with satisfaction.

She tastes like sweet peaches, which I assume is from the ice cream I got her the other day. She still eats like a damn hormonal teenager, but I'm getting more food into her that is healthy. The last thing on my mind is food when she traces the outline of my cock with her hand. I jerk into her grip, and she smiles against my lips.

"Which one do you want in my ass?" she asks, her lips grazing mine.

"The plug," I answer, gripping her ass cheeks and pulling them apart. She grins up at me before turning in my arms. She perks that sweet ass at me, her back arching as her round globes bounce for me. She hands the plug to me over her shoulder, and I grab the lube that's also sitting on the counter.

"Did you really think you were going to get a dildo in my ass?" I ask as I squirt the cool liquid down the crack of her ass. She hisses out a breath and then wiggles her ass for me.

"Didn't hurt to ask."

I smack her ass for that. "I am the one to fuck your ass, not the other way around." Without a word, I gently press the plug to her tight little hole. My sweet girl goes to her tippy-toes, hissing as I push the plug in. I encounter some resistance, but my baby takes it like a champ.

I spread her cheeks apart. "Fuck, baby girl. I'm going to have to work on this ass if I'm ever going to fit."

She looks over her shoulder at me, heat in her blown-out pupils. "You'll fit."

Fuck. "You are a gift."

She turns in my arms, holding both dildos. "Which one for my pussy?"

It's hard to pick when I'm caught up in a whirlwind of lust. I point to the green one, which has a suction cup at the end that I hadn't noticed until now. Her eyes dance with mine as she slowly pushes my shoulders. I step back as she licks the suction cup and then slams it to the hardwood floor. My body is so tight, my cock weeping for her, as she slowly lowers herself to a hover over the dildo. With her eyes on me, full of desire, I lean back to watch as the dildo disappears inside her. She whines a bit, her mouth parting in a little O until she is bent forward on her knees and the dildo is deep inside her.

I can hardly breathe. My chest keeps seizing up, and my cock is painfully hard. I lick my lips, shaking my head. "How does it feel?"

"So full," she gasps, and I watch as she moves up and down on the dildo, her eyes trained on me.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're killing me."

My little minx only grins as she reaches for my slacks. "Ready to fuck my mouth?"

Before I can answer or even form a thought, she brings me to her with a tug, undoes my belt and then my pants before pushing them down my hips to my thighs. My cock springs up at her, engorged and throbbing. The tip is leaking as I look down at her with hooded eyes. She grabs me by the base of my cock and runs her tongue along the tip. I thread my fingers through her hair as I push the head of my cock between her slick lips. The feel of her mouth, all wet and hot around the head of my cock, has me hissing out a breath as I push farther into her mouth.

I worry I might hurt her, but her gaze meets mine and she urges me with her eyes. I hold the sides of her head, and I thrust deep into her mouth. My baby girl doesn't gag, her eyes on me as she falls back onto the dildo. When she moans around my cock, I lose my goddamned mind.

I fuck her throat.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" I hiss, my ass clenching as I push my cock down her throat. Tears gush down her cheeks, clinging to her lashes as I fuck her ruthlessly. Each thrust has the dildo going farther inside her greedy cunt, and she moans around my cock. In doing so, I'm able to go deeper into her throat, cutting off all airflow. I still, watching as her eyes widen, tears burning in them before I pull back to let her breathe. She inhales sharply, spit escaping the sides of her mouth and around my cock. Her tongue rolls up under my cock, and I lose my ever-loving mind.

"Knowing each of your holes is full for me…?" I hold her tight in my hands as I fuck her pretty mouth. Her eyes never leave mine, but they do roll back when I assume she comes. Her body shakes as she cries out around my cock, and I only fuck her throat harder. Each thrust is like coming home, and I swear, nothing in the world matters but this beautiful girl. I feel my balls pull up, heat gathers in my spine, and I thrust deep before I explode down her throat. She moans deeply, sucking me as my come overflows her swollen mouth. The sight, knowing she's full in each hole because of me has me roaring her name.

I shout so loud, my ears ring.

When I feel a tap on my thigh, I look down to see her flushed face and more tears leaking out. I pull back, and she gasps, inhaling deeply through her nose, and I drop to my knees before her. I gather her in my arms, pulling her off the dildo and into my lap. She's drenched and covers my slacks with her release. I kiss her mouth, tasting myself on her tongue, and the primal part of me loves that my come is in her mouth. I kiss her lips, her jaw, her cheeks before licking the tears from her sweet navy eyes. I move her hair off her face and kiss her lips once more.

Clara's mischievous gaze meets mine, and when she smirks at me, I feel my heart sing for her.

"Bet you didn't think a bit about losing."

I can't help it. I laugh hard, shaking my head. I cup her jaw, dusting her lips with mine. Against them, I whisper, "If this is the reward I get for losing, baby girl, I never want to win again."

Her eyes sparkle, passion, lust, and sweetness in her navy depths. "But when you win the Cup, you get my ass."

I groan as I capture her mouth with mine.

This girl is going to kill me.

And I'll enjoy my death at her hands a thousand times over.