Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29

Riggs

As Clara said, we play great in Michigan for some reason, and by the grace of the hockey gods, game seven is in Griffins' territory.

We're up by three.

My offense is on fire, fucking finally, and of course, my golden goose Cruz is at the top of his game. He hasn't let anything in, his eyes are sharp, and he is determined. While it's great for me now, I know I'll be losing him soon. It sucks, but I want the NHL for him. I want the best for all my players, even if it means they'll leave me. That's another reason I want this Cup so badly. I want to end this season with a bang since I know I'll be losing a lot of my players.

I did my job; I got them ready for the NHL, and I couldn't be prouder.

Now, I want the Cup for them.

Yet my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can hardly take a deep breath, no matter how hard I try. I feel I'm watching the clock at every turn. Begging time to go quicker so that this game can be over and we can go home.

I need to go home.

I need Clara in my arms.

I miss her. Desperately. And I hate that she's feeling insecure. I want to make those feelings disappear. I don't want my girl feeling anything but confident when it comes to me. To us. I never thought I could love anyone the way I love her, but damn it, I do. She's got me wrapped around her finger, and I have no intentions of freeing myself.

I'm hers.

And knowing I'm hers is a feeling I never thought I'd crave in my life.

I check the clock again, and when I look back at the ice, the Griffins are pulling their goalie. I'm not worried, though. This game is ours. I'm bouncing on the balls of my feet as I check the time again.

Fifty-three seconds.

I watch as my boys battle, and Alex continues to be the ninja he is. I feel Willy's hand clutch my shoulder, and I look up at the clock.

Twenty-one seconds.

My boys stand, all of us vibrating and smacking one another in excitement. I don't look at the clock anymore. Instead, I look at each of my boys, the pride I have for them burning deep inside me. This group of guys has always been special, and I can't wait to bring home the Cup with them. When the horn sounds and our fans who made the trip start to cheer, I close my eyes.

We did it.

We're four wins away from the cup.

As gloves fly and the boys all attack Alex, no matter how excited or proud of them I am, there is only one place I want to be.

With Clara.

Clara is great at a lot of things, but singing is not one of them.

She reminds me of the damn seagull from The Little Mermaid , yet she sings like she thinks she's Adele. It's another thing about her that I love so much.

She's unapologetically herself.

As I push the door open, I'm thankful she's awake, even though it's close to two a.m. She looks up from where she stands by the counter, pouring a glass of wine, and the most stunning grin comes over her face. I'm breathless at the sight of her, which is nothing new. She's wearing one of my old LA Kings shirts, with bare feet and her hair up in a high bun.

She's perfect.

"Congratulations!" she gushes, and I smile as I bend down to kiss the dogs that are barking and making a ruckus at my feet, but my eyes are trained on her. Fuck, I missed her. She starts for me, but I shake my head.

"Stop."

Her eyes darken, my mouth parting a bit in surprise as she does as I ask. She raises a brow at me, and I kiss the dogs once before I say, "Go to bed."

All three listen, running toward their beds, and Clara grins at me. "Shouldn't you be saying that to me?"

"Nope. Take your shirt off."

Her lips twitch a bit as she pulls her shirt up and over her head, leaving her totally naked. All smooth skin and curves that I want to devour. "God, I want you."

"Come get me."

I shake my head and beckon her with my fingers. "No. You come here." Her eyes flash with desire, her pupils blowing out as she starts for me, but I shake my head. "No, my love. Crawl to me."

She licks her lips as she slowly drops to her knees. I pull one of my wingback sitting chairs toward me, turning it so it's in line with her. I rip open my shirt and unfasten my pants, releasing my cock before I lower myself into the chair, my legs wide for her. Once more, she licks her lips as she lowers to her hands. "Yes, baby girl. I want you to crawl to me like the hockey king I am, and I'm going to fuck you like my own little slut."

Her eyes darken, her mouth parting as she starts for me. Never a moment goes by when I don't think Clara is the most beautiful woman on this planet, but there is something about the way she crawls to me. Her tits jiggle as her ass sways delectably. I grip my cock hard, the tip weeping for her as I give myself a hard tug. I rub my thumb along my tip, collecting the precome. When she stops between my parted legs, I cup her jaw and rub the fluid along her bottom lip.

Her eyes go wild for me as I gaze into her navy depths. "When it's time for the world to know, they'll know you as my queen, Clara Drew." She licks my thumb, a small whimper leaving her lips and sending heat straight to my cock. "But when we're in this house, when you're in all your gorgeous, naked glory, you're my wee slut."

She nods eagerly.

"Your body was made for me."

"Only you."

"Good girl," I mutter as she covers my hand with hers. She strokes me before licking my tip, my toes curling in my shoes. When she takes me into her hot mouth, I'm a goner. My head falls to the back of the chair as she runs her tongue along my length. She bobs up and down on my cock, and I swear I feel her everywhere. I open my eyes, looking down to see her watching me with tears in her eyes as she takes me to the back of her throat. Each time she does, she moans deeply, and everything goes tight inside me. Her wide eyes are stunning as my cock spreads her pretty lips, but I have no intention of filling her sweet mouth with my come.

I take her by her waist, and she squeals as I pull her up to my chest. Her chest presses to mine as I grip my cock and direct it right to her dripping center. She groans loudly as I thrust up into her, filling her to the hilt. Her knees fall to the sides of my thighs as I guide her up and down my cock, our eyes locking with heated passion. I move my hands to her ass, gripping each cheek and spreading them as I fill her over and over. Each time is deeper, and the sounds she makes have me going faster and harder. As she starts to squeeze me, I press her clit, and she screams my name in that hot, throaty way that I love.

I squeeze her ass as she strangles my cock with her hot center. "That's right, baby girl, come on my cock."

"Riggs, please. Harder," she cries, her fingers biting into my shoulders as I continue to thrust up into her.

"If I go harder, I'll fill you up. I want you to come on my cock again, love."

She moans loudly, her body shaking against mine as I pinch her clit. She cries out, jerking against me as I soothe the assault by rubbing her swollen nub. She mewls the cutest noise as she bounces on my cock. Her tits jiggle and look so damn appealing, I have no choice but to take one nipple in my mouth. She cries out as I bite her nipple, licking it and sucking it between my lips. I lift her off my cock, moving to her other tit before I gather her wetness and trail it to her ass. She moans loudly as I thrust back into her pussy, swirling her wetness around the ring of muscle I want so badly to bury myself in.

Her eyes meet mine, all heavy-lidded as she pants, and I slowly push a finger into her ass. She jerks against me, her head falling back as she moans my name. I lick my lips, breathless at the sight of her taking my cock and my finger in her sweet arse. "That's it, my good girl. You love my finger in your ass, aye?"

"Yes. God, fuck yes. Riggs, please."

"Let go, my good girl. Come."

She bounces on my cock, my finger going deeper into her arse as she chants my name and squeezes me. When she comes with a scream, I take her by the back of her neck, bringing her in to capture her lips. Before I kiss her, though, I whisper against her lips, "That's my good girl. Now, I'll give you what you want."

"Please," she cries, but I cut off her pleading with my mouth, dominating her lips with mine. I stroke her tongue, taste the wine on her lips, before I tear my mouth from hers. We lock eyes, and my heart swells as I start to jackhammer into her. The sounds of my cock slamming into her wet pussy are downright shameful, but not even a goal horn is better than the noises her body makes for mine. It only takes me three more thrusts before my balls are pulling up and heat is exploding at my spine. I fill her up, our wetness running along my shaft as I still inside her.

We're both breathless, our chests rising and falling as I drink her in. Her head is thrown back, her whole chest, neck, and face flushed. Her lips are parted, and I know I've never seen a more beautiful woman in my entire life.

And she's all mine.

I kiss up the column of her throat, sucking her heated skin before she drops her mouth to mine. We kiss and nip at each other before we lock eyes. A sweet smile pulls at her lips, and she whispers, "I'm so proud of you."

My chest swells, and I didn't realize how badly I wanted those words from her. "Thanks, my love."

She curves her lips into a smile. "Only four more wins."

"Yup."

"You've got this."

I was confident before, but now, I feel like I'm on top of the world. "I love you," I tell her, searching her eyes. "So much."

She doesn't dare look away as she says, "I love you too."

We stay in each other's arms for a long time, my cock deep inside her and my heart pounding just for her.

There is something visceral about her love.

Being on the receiving end of it is a gift I never thought I would ever get.