Chapter 23

23

Shelby

There are two things I know right now.

First off - Faust's cock is as amazing as I remembered. It's just… big . Filling. Not to mention how big he is. His huge, athletic frame and powerful grasp…

Second off - I am never going seven years without sex again.

I'm still face down on the bed, catching my breath, looking to my right.

I have hair in my face. I'm smiling.

I can still feel Faust's cock throbbing inside me. That heavy pulsing. My body doing the same to him. Clenching. Squeezing. Making sure every last little bit of his orgasm is deposited into me.

Faust's right hand holds the right side of my body, just above my hip.

He gently presses down and starts to exit my body, leaving me groaning.

He sucks in a breath and growls.

Then we're apart.

His body moves from mine.

I'm in his bed, in his arms.

I feel the way his hands keep creeping around toward my belly. I know he wants to see. He wants to touch. I know he'll be kind, gentle and caring.

I have no good reason to be so worried about it either.

Big freaking deal. I have stretch marks from pregnancy.

It just feels so… intimate. And it feels so… hurtful.

I shut my eyes and swallow hard.

There's that familiar sense of guilt. Every time I'm near or with Faust, it hits me hard.

His fingertips glide up my back and then back down.

My skin breaks out in goosebumps.

Tears fill my eyes.

I don't know how to explain what the loneliness has felt like.

"Come to the game tonight, sweetie," Faust says. "You and the kid. I want you both there."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yeah, watch this," Faust says.

He reaches over me toward his nightstand for his phone.

I see the laptop once more.

My jaw tightens.

Oh. Right. His little prank he pulled.

Putting speakers against the wall we shared and putting on some porn. Leaving me thinking he was over here screwing some random woman. Pushing me into a fit of jealous rage, rushing over here…

For what? So he can fuck me?

Faust's body presses against mine as he makes a phone call.

He puts it on speaker.

The name on the screen is Jerry.

"Faust," a voice says. I assume it's Jerry.

"Jerry," Faust says. "I need a favor. For tonight."

"Of course," Jerry says. "You need some tickets, huh?"

"Two tickets. No. Make it four."

Four?

"No," Faust says again. "I want two people to have full access to the entire arena. Seats at the glass. Seats up in the box. Locker room access. Everything."

"That's a big favor to ask, Faust."

"Get it done," Faust says and he ends the call.

"That was a little bit sexy," I say. "Not going to lie."

"Good. I need to leave soon. I'll text you what you need to do next. I'll have everything figured out. A car ride there and back. Let the kid have the time of his life."

"Well, I would hope he can do whatever he wants," I say. "His father is the star goalie on the team."

I'm hoping for that spark of romance and a kiss or something…

Faust's lip slightly curls and he leaves his bed.

"One more thing, Shelby," he says.

I look back at his steel-like bare ass.

"Do not shower," he says. "I want you to smell like sex. And I want my cum between your legs."

Those words make me sigh and it forces me to clench my legs a little tighter.

Faust walks to the bathroom.

I take that as my cue to show myself out.

I can't remember the last time I've seen Oakley this happy and excited.

The smile on his face grew the second we left the apartment building and a car waited for us. Then it kept going from there.

A special place to park at the hockey arena, beating traffic.

We entered through some VIP doors and took an elevator ride up to what were called box seats . Those are the fancy seats behind glass but overlook the entire ice rink.

Even to someone who isn't exactly a hockey fan, the sights and sounds are impressive. It's almost like a show that then gets mixed in with a hockey game.

Soon, Faust skates onto the ice for what those around us called the pregame skate .

That ends and all the players go back to the locker rooms.

Then the ice is cleaned up for the game.

Now in the special box suite, there's food and drinks galore.

Normally I'd make sure Oakley doesn't go too crazy with too much sugar, but whatever. It's a special night. I guess. I think.

On top of everything else, we have our own personal security.

I don't even know the man's name.

When he suggests we go down and watch the start of the game from the seats, I look to Oakley and he's beaming with excitement.

We leave the suite and we're met by two young, stunning women.

I'm talking five-ten, blonde, curves in a dress, cleavage, and big smiles.

I'm not sure what Faust has said to anyone about me and him. Or him and Oakley.

Does everyone know that Faust has a son? Or am I just some single mom who needs a night out…?

All that matters is Oakley.

He gets a jersey with his name on it.

Well, it's not exactly a custom jersey. It's a Faust jersey… but since Faust's last name is the same as his son's first name…

Oh, Shelby, what have you done?

Oakley is excited.

We're taken to the elevators, then escorted to our seats right up against the glass. The hockey rink from this view is far more intense. The air is slightly chilly yet there's heat from everyone around us.

When the hockey players come back out, they all look gigantic.

Faust is wearing all his goalie pads but he looks right for Oakley.

I see the two lock eyes and Faust points at our son.

Oakley beams with pride like he wants to shout out, ‘That's my dad!' …

I think for both of us we have a sense of pride right now. I'm definitely getting swept up in the allure of the hockey thing. The excitement of waiting for the game to start. The music. The lights. The announcer getting everyone ready to go.

When the game starts, it's even more intense.

These guys aren't just big. They play mean . They hit each other hard - on purpose. The sound of someone getting slammed into the boards is something I'll never forget. Everyone cheers. Everyone is excited.

Each time Faust makes a save, the arena cheers him on.

This is Faust's true environment.

In between parts of the game, when there are breaks - or I get a commercial on TV - Faust slides his goalie mask back up on his head. He's sweaty. He's… sexy …

I watch him tilt his head back and squirt water into his mouth. Then he sprays his face with water.

I feel my jaw dropping.

Suddenly my mind is picturing us together.

Me riding Faust. The feel of his thick cock inside me.

Him picking me up and taking me to his bed.

I'm face down.

And then…

I blink fast and start to cheer. Everyone else is cheering.

In the back of my mind I hear Faust telling me not to shower after we had sex.

I can feel it. I can feel him.

I can…

The puck is dropped and the other team suddenly flies down the ice. One of their guys gets the puck and skates toward Faust.

I'm not sure of the technical terms here, but it doesn't seem good.

I can feel the tension.

Faust readies himself, almost wiggling his butt a little.

I catch myself biting my bottom lip.

Believe me, I don't give a damn about hockey at all. I'm just enjoying the view of Faust.

The other guy shoots the puck. Really hard.

I can't even see the puck.

Faust apparently can.

He jumps to his right and keeps the other team from scoring.

The arena explodes with cheers.

Oakley starts to jump and cheer.

Even I'm cheering.

I look down at Oakley. He's smiling ear to ear. He's swimming in his new hockey jersey.

This feels fun. And it feels right.

I can't figure out if I'm now a fan of hockey or just Faust. Or the way our son seems to worship him.

Or maybe the fantasy in my head that everything will work out.

I mean, what's wrong with Faust making my panties sticky, then being a superstar goalie and then coming home to be a father?