Chapter 24

24

Faust

I'm not happy with the goal I gave up with two minutes left in the game, but it proved nothing to the game. A five - one victory and now I'm in the locker room, sitting down, taking off my gear.

The locker room bustles with noise.

From coaches to players to reporters.

"Faust, got a second?"

I look up and nod.

"Just want to commend your play out there tonight. You were focused. Poised. Made some great saves. Anything you want to say about the game?"

His phone is in my face.

I swallow hard.

"Team played great," I say. "You know, when these guys put up five goals a game it makes my life way easier. It's an honor to be in net and watch what they do."

"So I guess this means the angry goalie is calmer and nicer?"

That's another voice, to my right.

Now I've got four people standing near, recording me.

"Yeah, the whole angry thing you guys all made up about me," I say. "I'm just here to do my job."

"Not like you to be so calm and almost smiling after a game, Faust," another person says.

"Team won a good game," I say. "What else am I supposed to say?"

I stand up and that's the cue for everyone to get the hell away from me.

I walk to the locker room doors and open them.

There's a small gathering outside the doors but my eyes go right to Shelby and Oakley.

My son wears my jersey. The sleeves are too long. The jersey is down past his knees. He looks at me and he smiles big.

I know it's a risk bringing them into the locker room with reporters around.

I know the situation will have to be addressed properly at some point.

It really isn't anyone's business about my personal life but I'll face it when the time comes.

Shelby and Oakley walk closer to me.

I feel someone grab my shoulders. "What a fucking game, man! Blocking every fucking shot out there!"

Dax cackles in my right ear.

Oakley's eyes go wide and his face turns red.

I guess he's not used to the colorful language.

"Watch your mouth in front of my son," I say to Dax.

Dax points at Oakley. "He looks just like you. Sorry about that, dude."

Dax crouches down and offers up a handshake to Oakley.

When Dax stands back up, he turns toward me. "Be careful, Faust. You're looking like a happy man right now. Reporters are even catching on. I'm happy for you though."

Dax bumps his shoulder into mine.

He then spins back around and offers his hand slowly and gently to Shelby.

"Motherhood has done well for you," Dax says as his introduction.

Shelby gasps and then laughs.

I pull Dax out of the way. "Go away, you fucking moron."

Oakley giggles.

I grit my teeth.

I mean, I guess it is what it is right now. If my son is going to be near a bunch of hockey players, he's going to hear the occasional F bomb .

I place my hand to my son's back and I reach for Shelby with my other hand.

I lead them - my family - into the locker room.

The reporters there are on their way out, hurrying to get a story written and social media stuff put out. They don't seem to pay much attention to Oakley or Shelby.

As far as the rest of the guys are concerned, they're well aware of my secret and they have no problem swarming.

"Holy shit that kid looks like you," Turner says.

"Language," I say.

"I don't mind it," Oakley says.

"That'a boy," Turner says and offers a fist bump.

Ben is next. He sits down and reaches on the floor. "Want a game puck, kid?"

"Sure," Oakley says. "Thanks."

"You play hockey?" Ben asks.

Oakley shakes his head.

Ben looks up at me. "Get the kid on skates. See if the genes passed along."

Rhett walks shirtless through the locker room and pauses to look at Shelby.

I see the smile on his face and I catch myself sliding my hand around Shelby's waist.

Rhett looks at Oakley. "Ah. Got it. The kid. What's up, little man?"

"Hi," Oakley says to Rhett. "You're really tall."

"I've heard that before," Rhett says.

He keeps walking.

Colver is the last to meet Oakley and Shelby.

That's because he has his own family with him.

Abrielle is at Colver's side and Colver is cradling his daughter, who it awake and curious. Big, beautiful eyes. She looks like a toy in Colver's huge arm.

"How about this moment?" Colver asks. "Our kids meeting, right?"

"She is adorable," Shelby says. "Absolutely precious. Is she wearing a…"

"Custom infant-sized hockey jersey," Abrielle says. "Colver's idea."

"Lucky number thirteen," Colver says. He crouches down and looks at Oakley. "And what's your name?"

"Oakley," my son says.

Colver lifts an eyebrow.

"Yeah, that's right," I say without hesitation. "My kid is such a badass his first name is my last name."

"That is pretty cool," Colver says.

Even though none of it is cool. Or even badass.

It's weird. And it's awkward.

My eyes won't leave sweet, little Daisy. Yes, she's cute. But it's more than that.

I swallow hard.

Colver got to experience it all.

The pregnancy. The newborn stage.

Changing diapers. Feeding with bottles. The impossible late nights and even earlier mornings.

The list can go on and on.

A list that doesn't matter, and I know it doesn't matter, yet I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop wanting it.

Abrielle and Shelby hit it off and are chatting about Mom life.

I watch how quiet, patient and fascinated Oakley is with baby Daisy.

It's an odd moment.

Half my heart feels intact.

The other half feels torn apart.

I hear Abrielle ask Shelby if she breastfed Oakley.

It's like someone punching me in the stomach.

"I heard the word breast ," Dax says.

He appears and it's a rare time that I'm thankful for his stupid antics.

Shelby blushes and Abrielle tells Dax to go away.

Dax claims he's an expert on breasts and everything kind of just fizzles out from there.

Next thing I know, Abrielle has her phone out asking for Shelby's info.

Colver stands up, little baby Daisy still cuddled into his right arm.

He gets close enough to me to whisper.

"Seems like they're hitting it off."

I look at Colver.

I'm not sure how I feel about this situation at all.

Hey, maybe I should tell him what happened with Shelby's best friend and me…

I push Shelby's breasts up against the shower tiles as I stand behind her.

My hands touch her slippery hips. My cock is between us, hard, throbbing.

I slide my right hand around and down her body, moving between her legs, two fingers touching her clit, making her jump and whimper.

We can't be loud…

I drove the three of us back home.

Oakley wanted me to tuck him into bed.

He skipped his nightly shower and insisted on wearing his new hockey jersey.

I read him a book and he asked me a hundred questions about hockey.

Every second I spend with the kid I feel closer to him. I feel like… like I'm his father.

We said our final goodnights, then I shut off the lights and exited his bedroom.

As soon as I saw Shelby out in the hallway, I had to have her. I decided it was time for her to shower. To wash the smell of sex and hockey off her body…

Now I'm rubbing her clit. Aggressively.

I want her to come. I command her to fucking come.

I press my body harder against hers. I pin her harder against the wall.

She groans and bucks her hips. She reaches back for me, scratching at my legs.

She turns her head to the right and looks up at me.

"What?" I growl at her.

"Will you kiss me?"

I stop touching her clit and grab her hips. I step back and spin her around.

Her tits bounce and dance, getting pelted by the hot shower water.

I grab her tits and cup them.

Her hands move right across her stomach, still not wanting me to see her stretch marks.

I don't have time or care right now for this…

My right hand moves down her back, along her side, and I grab the back of her leg and pull.

"Give me your cunt," I order her. "I want to fuck you, sweetie."

"I'm all yours, Faust," Shelby purrs.

I bend my knees and slide myself against her body. I tease her for only a moment. Then I press. I thrust.

I enter her.

I start to fuck. Hard.

I lower my mouth to hers.

My thrusts are hard and deep.

Her cunt clenches against me. Squeezing and releasing as she climaxes.

My body suddenly jerks forward and I pull back, but I realize it's too late.

Oh, fuck…

It doesn't seem possible that I'm going to come this early.

I pull my cock from Shelby's body and look down.

My cock shoots a rope of cum to her inner thigh.

"Fuck," I grunt.

Shelby reaches for me and grabs the head of my cock and starts to pump, stroking the cum out of my body.

I kiss her once more.

She strokes me some more.

I touch her clit and she jumps and cries out into my mouth.

I move my hand from between her legs, grab her hand and pull it off my cock.

I'm then back between her legs, sliding into her once more.

Her body jumps and she gasps, not expecting me to be fucking her again.

Surprise, sweetie…