25. Josh

Walking out of Hallie’s bedroom, with her half-dressed body still between the sheets begging to be touched, is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Every cell inside of my body was begging me to climb back in next to her and spend the day with my cock buried deep inside her, but here we are. Today is the last day of classes before Christmas break and I have multiple assignments to hand in, which is the only reason I walked out of her room this morning.

Yesterday was a whirlwind, but the shit show of a dinner at my parents’ house was soon erased from my mind with the image of Hallie on her knees crawling towards me. Fuck. Never have I wielded that power over someone, and never have I enjoyed it more. She was so fucking perfect, her mouth like a heaven I have never felt, and from the way her pussy felt stretched around my finger, I know sinking into her sweet cunt will be a dream.

I feel myself hardening in my jeans at the thought, and I am grateful for the desk I am sitting behind so I don’t fucking embarrass myself in front of the whole class. I am barely listening to my business professor, too distracted by my wicked thoughts of my wife, when my phone starts to vibrate in my bag. Knowing that my actual phone is sitting in the pocket of my pants, it means that it’s my other phone going off, the burner one that Lincoln Blackwell gave to me.

We have spoken a couple of times but he said he wouldn’t contact me again until he has everything he needs. Well, I guess this means he has everything.

I discreetly reach down into my bag and locate the phone, pulling it out beneath the desk to make sure no one pays too much attention to it, and then click on the new message lighting it up.

Unknown : I’ve got what you need. Come to the office tomorrow.

Josh : I’ll be there

There is no response after that, not that I’m surprised. Lincoln doesn’t strike me as a man of many words, yet his message leaves my body buzzing. He’s found it, whatever it is, it’s enough for my father’s downfall, and that thought excites me more than it should. After years of his tyranny, and political bullshit about family matters while he sticks his dick in anything other than my mother, I can’t wait to witness his downfall.

The rest of the class passes in a blur, and as I make my way over to the gym for practice, my mind is dizzy with the possibilities of what he might have found. Even the cold tension of the locker room can’t seem to snap me out of it, although I do note that Archer actively avoids looking at Daemon after what happened. Coach spoke to them both separately about the incident, and whatever Daemon said to him seemed to cool him down.

By the time we all hit the ice we are one big happy family again, or more like estranged cousins at least, but hey, it works for us. After a killer workout, I am working on some drills when Levi finds me.

“Hey man, missed you at the house last night,” he says, coming to a stop beside me, watching me work.

I keep my focus on what I’m doing as I reply, “I spent the night at Hallie’s.” My voice is loud enough that Gray and Reign hear it and holla at me like a pair of idiots, causing Coach to snap at them both.

Levi watches me quietly, before he moves in a little closer and lowers his voice to only be heard by me. “You’re taking this a little far aren’t you?” he asks, and my stare flicks over to him in question. “Playing house with Sanders,” he explains with a shrug. “Look I get all the shit with your dad, and she is fucking hot, but come on, this is a little much don’t you think?”

Fire and resentment burn up inside of me as I give one of my best friends of almost eight years my full attention. “We’ve been friends a long time, Levi, and trust me when I say that’s the only reason you are still standing right now,” I spit, causing most of the other players on the ice to turn our way. “But I will only tell you this once, stay the fuck out of my business, and keep your eyes off my fucking wife.”

I turn away before he can respond, or I can do something stupid that we will both regret, ignoring every prick that stares at me as I storm off the ice. Coach yells my name but practice is almost over anyway, and I will not be held responsible for my actions if I stay on that ice. So instead I hit the showers early, trying and failing to let the scalding water erase the anger inside of me. Yes, Levi might have some fucking insight on my situation with Hallie, but he hasn’t got a fucking clue about what goes on between us, our friendship or otherwise, so he needs to mind his own fucking business.

By the time I turn off the shower, the locker room is occupied by the rest of my team, most of them giving me wondering looks, but I ignore them all and start getting changed. I pray that Levi doesn’t say another word to me, otherwise Coach will be dealing with another Flyer on Flyer fight in here for the second time in less than a week.

Once I’m dressed, I storm out of the gym, irritation clinging to me like a second skin, but as soon as I get outside, my eyes land on Hallie, and everything else immediately melts away. She is leaning against the wall, dressed in her usual class attire of an oversized sweater and leggings, and when her gaze collides with mine and she smiles, I have never seen anything more perfect.

As if sensing my mood, her face turns into a frown as she takes in mine, and she is instantly moving towards me. “Is everything okay?”

With any other person, I doubt she would even notice the shift in their mood, but since the day I met her she has always been attuned to my emotions, just like she is with Maddie. I swear sometimes she is the only person in the world who truly knows me.

Just as she voices her question, the door behind me bursts open and I find Levi with Daemon not far behind, as if he was coming after me and Dameon tried to stop him. We lock eyes, and whatever is in my stare has them both pausing as I turn back to Hallie and respond, “Yeah everything is fine, let’s go.”

Gripping her hand in mine, I entwine our fingers and pull her away from the gym towards my car. I can feel her stare on the side of my face, and I know for a second she doesn’t believe me, the thought only proven when she softly squeezes my hand in hers three times. Are you okay?

Not giving her an answer, I wait until we reach my car and then turn to find her stare still filled with concern and, without restraint, I lean in to capture her mouth with mine, letting her kiss erase any other bullshit. She tastes just as sweet as she always does, and a part of me wonders what I would do if she were no longer my wife, no longer mine. Our dynamic has changed completely and we haven’t exactly discussed what it means, but all I know is that right now she is the only thing that can ground me.

When I pull back, I look down at her and just breathe her in. “I am now,” I finally respond, and a small smile pulls at the corner of her perfect mouth.

The drive over to the center is filled with her usual chatter as she tells me all about her day and the apparent ‘best nachos ever’ she had for lunch, and it’s only once we arrive that I realize she has fully turned my mood around.

“I’ve got a meeting with Lincoln tomorrow,” I say casually as I pull into the parking lot, and her head snaps towards me.

“Want me to go with you?”

Her question throws me as I turn off the engine and look towards her. “Why would you want to come with me?”

“I don’t know, to support you I guess,” she shrugs, tossing her bag into the back of my car as she takes off her seatbelt. “Besides, if you don’t take me I’ll punch you in the dick again,” she adds cheerfully, before climbing out of the car.

I’m on her heels in an instant, pulling her into my side. “Such a brat, do I need to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours again to get it to behave,” I purr, and her eyes flick around the lot where parents are still arriving.

“Joshua,” she scolds my name in the same way she always does, pushing me off her and walking away.

“You better stop saying my name like that,” I toss back, and she scoffs as we reach the door, but as she moves to open it, I pull her against me and add in a whisper, “Because every time you do it gets me hard as fuck.”

Her soft gasp is like music to my ears, as I recall all the delicious sounds she made while she was writhing beneath me yesterday, and all I want to do is pull more from her, but right now I have a class to teach. I open the door, rejoicing in the scowl on her face as I hold it open for her, then we move inside to get started.

We find the usual hustle and bustle of students Hallie has become accustomed to in the last couple of weeks, and they are all crazy excited to see her again. Once their parents note my arrival they start heading out, and I instruct the kids to lace up and head onto the ice.

I see Hallie’s stare flicking across them all, and I know instantly who she is searching for. “Penelope isn’t coming tonight, Callia texted me this morning, she is just getting over a sickness bug from the weekend.”

They have formed quite a bond already given Pen is usually the only girl in my class, and I know it’s been nice for her to have Hallie to look up to. It has really managed to bring her out of her shell, which is just another reason for me to be grateful to Hallie.

“Oh no, I hope she’s okay,” she mutters, dropping onto the bench so she can change into her skates.

“I’m sure she’s fine and will be back with us after Christmas,” I say as I watch as she laces them.

She doesn’t even notice she has my full attention as she pulls her hair into a clip, and then flashes me that sunshine smile, as she purrs “See you on the ice, Coach.”

The next two hours can only be described as pure torture, as Hallie skates around the ice with all the young boys following after her. She looks like some sort of ice princess leading her court, and it’s basically like I don’t exist as she teaches them yet another trick that I taught her. They only give me their attention when she insists on playing a game of teams, and of course all of them want to be on hers. Little traitors. Reluctantly, some of them come over to my side after some gentle pleading from her, but all I want to do is wipe the smug look off of my wife’s face.

“You’re going down, Mr. Peters,” she coos, skating to the center to meet me, her team of boys fanned out at her back.

“I think we have already established how much I enjoy going down, Mrs. Peters,” I purr, and I know if her cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold, that my comment would make her blush. “Bring it on.”

Our sticks smack against one another as we fight for the puck, and I manage to steal it first, much to her dismay, and before she can steal it back, I am gone. Skating towards my team and shouting out plays as I pass it on to one of the young boys. Pride floods my insides as he accepts the pass with ease and his face fills with determination. I’ve taught them a lot in the last year, but they have taught me a lot more in return.

The boys start running tricks and flying around the ice with ease, and when my gaze collides with Hallie’s I can see the same look on her face that I’m sure she can see on mine. This is a bunch of kids that love to play a game that can easily turn into a passion, and I’m sure Hallie remembers as well as I do what that’s like. I was just a kid when I discovered ice hockey, but it changed my life forever. I was also just a kid when Hallie discovered me playing, and lately she has changed my life even more.

By the time the parents arrive to pick up their kids at the end of the lesson, all of us are all skated out, and Hallie and her team beat us nineteen to twelve. Although she definitely used some sly tactics to bag herself that win, ones that were downright easy to spot, yet they worked on me like a charm.

Once we wave off the last kid, I turn and find Hallie stepping back onto the ice and pushing off to skate around the sides. When I join her she whizzes past me with a smile as she yells out, “I hope you’re not going to be a sore loser, Mr. Peters, it was a fair game.”

A scoff leaves me as I push off to skate after her. “A fair game? Is that what we are calling you cheating?”

She spins on her heels to watch me follow her like a damn dog. “I do not cheat, I simply just used distraction methods, it’s not my fault you allowed them to work on you.”

I skate faster, making her do the same, but where she might have the skill, she doesn’t have the speed, not to out skate me anyway, and I catch her with ease making her yelp. “Hallie, if you brush this body against me, of course I am going to be distracted,” I growl, spinning her, and pulling her ass against me, as my hands grip her hips, all the while still gliding us around the ice.

“You’re just jealous I scored more goals than you,” she gasps, and with every move my cock gets even harder.

“Oh is that right?” I ask, skating us to the middle where the kids left a few pucks and sticks dumped at the end of the lesson. “Okay well let”s see how good you are at scoring when you’re distracted,” I tell her, pulling her into position in front of me, so she can line up to take a shot.

She peeks over her shoulder to assess me, but I ensure my face remains clear of the devious plans in my mind. Just like I knew she would, she moves us into position to take a shot, but as soon as she does, I move my hands from her hips, sliding them beneath the top she is wearing until my fingers graze her bare skin across the band of her leggings. Her entire body reacts as she jumps at the contact, only bringing her ass harder against my cock, and even with the multiple layers in the way I groan.

“Joshua,” she gasps, flicking her eyes back to mine once more, and I grin.

“What did I tell you about saying my name like that, Tink?” I ask, teasing my fingers along the waistband of her leggings, before dipping them inside and reaching my hand down to cup her. “Now, I thought you were going to demonstrate your goal scoring skills again, huh?” I massage her pussy gently, stroking my fingers over her ever so slowly, savoring the way she melts against me like putty in my hands. “Come on, Mrs. Peters, show off for me.”

My words have their desired effect, because she looks entirely motivated as she focuses back on the puck and the net, squaring her shoulders. My entire body is molded to hers which means every time she moves, I move with her. I feel everything, everywhere, and being the one who taught her how to play, I know when she twists her body that she is preparing to strike. So I do the same. I push my middle finger past the lips of her pussy and press down on her clit, making her entire body jolt.

The puck flies out in front of us as her stick strikes it, but it goes wide, missing the net completely as she moans in my arms. “Now who’s not playing fair,” she breathes, leaning her head back against my chest, as I tease her clit with the pad of my finger.

I lean down to inhale her scent, circling my finger as I kiss a path up her neck to her ear, as I whisper, “I don’t play fair, Hals, I play to win.” I bite down on her earlobe, pulling it between my teeth, delighting in the moan that falls from her lips. “Now line up your next shot and see if you can score with my fingers inside you,” I instruct, sinking my hand down until I can slide my finger into her cunt, groaning at how tight she feels as she grips me.

My palm grinds against her clit, rubbing it again, faster this time, enjoying how her body reacts to my touch, even as she scrambles to try and line up another shot. She strikes again, but so do I, sinking a second finger into her, reveling in every gasp that passes her lips.

“Oh you missed again, Mrs. Peters. What ever am I going to do with you?” My fingers don’t stop their assault, fucking her hole and rubbing her clit in tandem, hurling her towards the edge.

“Please, Josh?” she begs, throwing her head back against me and closing her eyes, as she begins to wind her hips against my hand.

“Please what, baby?” I whisper, trailing my tongue up her ear, as my fingers fuck her harder.

“Please make me come,” she moans, the sound echoing around the rink, and I don’t even care that I haven”t locked the door. Let someone come in here and see exactly what I do to her.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg me, Hallie.” Her body begins to shake now, and I know she’s close, and my eyes can’t look away for even a second, not as she begins to fall apart beneath my touch. She’s fucking magnificent. And she’s mine.

“God you’re an asshole,” she huffs, rolling her hips against my fingers, fucking them even harder, and I sink my teeth into her neck, sucking hard on the skin, as she starts to spasm around my fingers.

“And you’re a fucking goddess,” I praise, coaxing her orgasm from her. “Now come for your husband.”

My demand sends her over the edge, a scream tearing from her throat as she rides my fingers into oblivion. I feel the gush of her release against my hand, her clit throbbing against my palm, and fuck I want more. Without pause, her pussy still convulsing in my hand, I skate us towards the goal post, my hand never letting up as she rides out her orgasm against me.

“You know after yesterday, all I wanted to do was lay you out on the bed and take my time fucking you. I wanted to have you spread out beneath me when I sunk into your sweet little pussy for the first time, fucking you deep into the mattress until you screamed out my name, but I don’t think I can wait another second,” I explain, pulling my fingers from her pussy and bringing them up to her face, rubbing her cum between my fingers. “Look at the mess you made of my hand, wife.” I press it against her lips and to my surprise, she opens them up and sucks my fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them like she did my cock.

“It’s been a long time since I fucked anyone,” I add slowly, pressing my cock into her ass and letting her feel what she does to me. “And the idea of fucking my wife gives me more pleasure than you can imagine, Tink.”

My lips trail along her neck leaving little kisses across her skin as she gasps, “It’s been a while for me too.” And I throw my head back in a groan, thinking about anyone else having her before me.

“Fuck, don’t tell me things like that, baby.” My heart is pounding in my chest, my cock aching to be let out of my jeans, and with my wife pressed against it, all I want to do is fuck her. I want to possess her, control her, erase anyone else that isn’t me, until she is mine and only mine.

“Why not? We said no lying, remember?” she whispers, turning her gaze over her shoulder at me and I get lost in her stare. “And besides, you said it first,”

“Yes, well, I’m a jealous psycho, I thought we covered that,” I muse, stroking my hands down her arm, and moving them until they can grip the top of the goal post on either side of her. “And because it makes me think things I shouldn’t, like fucking you here and now without a condom.”

Her gaze fills with heat as it continues to hold mine, and I feel her fingers tighten around the pole beneath my own. “Oh, well a good boy would ask before doing such a thing.”

My smirk is wicked as I let my teeth sink into the juncture of her throat again as I ask, “And what makes you think I’m a good boy?” My tongue laps against the mark I know I have just left, as her ass continues to writhe against me. “Trust me, Hals, there is nothing good about me.”

“That’s not true,” she instantly disagrees, and all I can think about is shutting her up with my cock, and I can’t help but smile as I think about her spread out in front of me, half bent over the goal post.

“Okay you’re right, my wife is pretty cool,” I tease, letting my hands trail back up her arms until I reach her hair, moving until I can take out her clip and let it fall down across her shoulders

“I hear she’s pretty funny too,” Hallie tosses back without pause, flicking her hair over one shoulder to once again stare at me.

“That’s true, she always knows how to make me smile, she always has,” I tell her truthfully, knowing that in just a few short weeks I am already in way too deep with her, for either of us to escape this unscathed.

“Joshua?” she whispers, voice like honey as she uses my name like a question.

“Yes, Mrs. Peters?” I respond, knowing that whatever she is about to ask I will give her, I will give her fucking everything if she asked for it.

“Please fuck me.”

Three words, three simple words, and I am completely done for. I’ll never be able to step onto the ice again without thinking of her spread out and begging to be fucked.

I think being married might be the best thing that has ever happened to me.