Chapter 37

Luca

A s the first cracks of morning light snuck into my room, not so Little Luca twitched between my legs, letting it be known he was not so happy. I was though. Last night was the first time Polly and I had slept together without sleeping together. I’d slept like a king, dreaming my Queen confessed she loved me, sweetly kissed me, and held me in her arms. “Pol. Pol. Princess.” I whispered, sliding the thin straps of a silly, frilly nighty things she always wore off her shoulder. “Are you awake?”

“If you’re going to tell me the sun’s awake so you’re awake, then ask me to build a snowman. I’m going to tell you to fuck right off.”

I dropped my face into her soft, sweet-smelling hair and chuckled. “I wasn’t. I was going to beg for sex, but now that you mention it, how freaking good is Frozen?”

Polly rolled to face me, exposing the world’s best boobs in the process. “You’ve seen Frozen?

“Of course I have. The team watches it on the bus sometimes. All the dads say it’s because they miss their kids but think they just like it. That Hans sure was a prick.”

Polly giggled, one of her sweet ones I could imagine our own little girl doing one day and ran her hands over my bare chest. “You’re cute.”

“Huh. I was just thinking the same about you.”

“Really?” she smiled, “I thought you were thinking about sex?”

“That’s a given. I’m always thinking about sex.”

Her hand drifted, tracing the lines of my stomach then zigzagging through the light dusting of black hair that disappeared into my boxers. “I think about sex a lot too. Especially sex with you.”

“Well, I should hope so. Especially since I’m the only person you’ll ever have sex with again.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you? I have quite the reputation you know. What makes you think I can remain faithful?”

I lowered my head and took one of her pretty pink nipples into my mouth, sucking briefly before releasing. “Because I trust you ….” The other, peaked, ready and waiting for its turn, was then given the same attention. “Because you’re loving.” I scooted lower in bed and raised the hem and pressed a kiss to her somehow sexy belly button, garnering the confidence to say those three little words I’d held inside for way too long, “And because—“

“I love you,” The words burst from her lips as tears rolled down her gorgeous, flushed cheeks. “Fuck, I love you so much, Luca. I’ve never—. I know we’re not there yet. I know we are not. You only married me too—“

“Oh, we are there, baby.” I laughed, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her softly, reverently. “We are so fucking there.”

“We are?” she whispered, her voice fragile, so frightened.

“I married you because I am so in love with you, Princess. It was never about saving face or only getting you away from home, and Elias … or because of the sex.” I took my right hand from her cheek and grasped her chin. “It’s about this.” I kissed the golden band I’d slipped over her finger. “It’s about understanding and trusting each other. About knowing each other’s secrets and mistakes and loving each other all the more because of them.”

“What if there’s more?”

“More secrets or more mistakes?” I asked.

“Both. And what if I’m not ready to tell them? Or when I do, they’re too much, too dark, too—”

Hoping it would express what my words never could, I silenced her with a kiss that sent tingles down to my toes. “Whenever you are ready. Whatever they are, I’ll be here, and nothing will change. I promise.”

Polly almost purred beneath me. Purred like a little a kitten stretching in the sun. I guessed my words were okay after all. Tender touches and kisses quickly heated. Our slick bodies moved as one, grinding, rolling, and rubbing until her hand slipped between us and gripped my suddenly hard cock. “I’ve never told anyone I love them before. Is it bad that I want you to absolutely rail me? It won’t … ruin the moment?”

“If having my beautiful wife tell me she wants me while running her thumb over the top of my cock is considered bad, then color me red and call me Satan ‘cause I never want to be good again.”

“You’re an idiot,” she laughed, stroking me harder before slipping me inside her soaking wet pussy.

“An idiot you love fucking into your sweet puss—.”

“Kids! I made pancakes. Time to get up.”

“MA! Jesus fucking Christ.” With my boner deflating like a popped ballon, Polly and I stilled, waiting for the sound of footsteps that like me, never came before burying my head between Polly boobs. “As much as it pains me to say this, we better go. I might have been able to rock your world in a church with your family and fiancé a few feet away, but I cannot do anything with her there.”

“Time to get up, Luca!” Her continued knocking forced me out of bed, where I reluctantly pulled on some sweats and tossed Polly one of my tees. My body’s reaction to the thought of her boobs filling it out only intensifying as she slipped her sweet panty-less self from beneath the sheets and sauntered toward the ensuite. Ma is at the door. Ma is at the door.

“Luca, now.” Ma bellowed again. “They’re getting cold.”

Caught somewhere between amused and frustrated, Polly glared over her shoulder, a smile curling the edges of her lips. “I see where your doggedness comes from. Go. Eat. I’ll be down in a jiffy.”

“I love that I know what jiffy means now.” I replied, my feet and greedy hands ushering me towards her. “I’m practically an Aussie. I think I deserve a treat.”

“Pancakes are your treat. Go.”

My outstretched hands fell to my side, “Right. Right.” Turning on my heels, I made it halfway across the room, then paused. “Don’t be long. One because I’ll miss you, but also because Ana sucks them down without chewing. They’ll be gone in five minutes.”

“I’ll miss you too, Cowboy, and I won’t be long. Promise.”

Often, while lacing my skates, or padding up, the oddest things would pop into my mind. Today’s thought, which struck while pondering the perkiness of Polly’s satin covered boobs, was a curiosity more than an oddity.

Fuck, why have I never seen her naked?

I’d seen bits, all the important ones for sure—and not that I was complaining—but never the whole, perfect package. Actually, that was a lie; I had seen her that time I ran her a bath at her house and several more after that; I’d been blessed to witness her beautiful back, the way it flared from her waist into her beautiful, wide hips and lovely plump ass. But every other time we’d been together, there was one of those silly, frilly nighties lying over her stomach. Again, I wasn’t complaining. Rather, I was curious.

She often mentioned dieting and working out when I first met her, and she had been teased about her weight issues as a kid. But she was so confident. So … sexual. Surely she knew I worshiped every dip and curve on her body? Didn’t she?

Shit. How could I have never noticed?

It was a stupid question, but I was a stupid man. Of course I knew the answer, I was too distracted by the bits that were bare to notice the bits that weren’t.

“D’Cruz. Are you joining us?”

Again, shit.

The rest of the team had hit the ice, and I had a boner while thinking of naked Polly, which if I continued to do, could have speared through the bench I was sitting on.

“Coming, Coach.”

Further stupid thoughts struck as I caught up with my linemen and joined the tight huddle coach had them form. Hockey gear is really uncomfortable when rocking a semi, and the next time I call out coming , I want to be balls-deep inside a naked Polly,

Dude, not helping the boner situation.

“Welcome home, boys. Nevada kicked all our asses. I’m proud of the effort you put in and the work you put out. Now it’s time to put those gains to the test on the ice, warm up, then scrimmage.”

“First and second lines are with me,” added Jax Martin, who was standing so close to Brown he may as well be on his back. Since I was still unsure of my spot on the team, I circled the same spot, waiting for instruction and hoping I didn’t have to ask. “D’Cruz, line two. Brookes, one. And remember, this is practice. You’re on the same team, but not.”

“Thanks, Jase, clear as mud,” I muttered, trying to seem cool when I wasn’t. I couldn’t be, not when the smug, heated gaze I knew was coming from Dallas without even looking could have melted the three-quarter inch-thick ice we were about to face off on.

The thing was it wasn’t him that had my blood pumping so hard it almost burst from my skin. Second line was a big deal. Sure, it wasn’t first, the spot I worked so damn hard to earn as a rookie, and as Jax emphasized, it was only a practice. But it was something. A big something. Kind of everything.

I was back on the team.

We were straight into it. Outside and inside edgework. End-to-end drills. One-on-ones. Scrimmage. Fuck, did it feel good. In Nevada, my ice time had been minimal, but we were at home, and the coaches were pushing me to the max with their eyes glued to my ankle the whole time,

Was it easy? No. Did it hurt? Yes, but the good kind. The-I’m-so-exhausted-I might-drop kind.

“I’m impressed,” smiled Tori, our tiny team physio, as she gave my foot a once-over on the bench. “I wasn’t sure how you’d go rehabbing by yourself on the other side of the world, even with my clear and expert directions. But you did good, kid.”

“Kid? Aren’t you like five years older than me?”

“Hey, five years is a lot when you’re over thirty.”

“Ha, my wife would agree. She thinks I don’t know she’s almost thirty-two.”

“Let her keep that delusion. Having you as her secret boy toy is her own little thrill.”

“Pretty sure she’s my big thrill.”

“Oh my god, you are so in love,” she sing-songed as she patted the top of my foot, the universal signal for skates on. “Are you planning a family? She might be ready to go if she’s over thirty.”

As I laced my boot I looked out over the ice, picturing Polly and me on the ice with a little dude, or princess, in hockey gear, skating between us and holding our hands. “Nothing would make me happier than a pregnant Polly, but there’s no rush. I’m happy to go at her pace … and I’m excited to keep practicing.”

“I hear it makes perfect.”

“Yeah, I hear that too.”

With a giggle and slight blush to her cheeks, Tori stood and handed me my helmet. “You have the official all clear. Once the suspension is done, and whenever Coach says you’re ready for full game time, I say you’re fit. Get back out there, kid.”

A handful of wives and girlfriends had just arrived for our first official team lunch of the season and were waiting rink side. Polly, flanked by Tilly and several others, stood on one side. A very pregnant Clara stood alone on the other.

Absolutely showing off, I sailed past Polly backwards on one foot, daydreaming about taking her to see our new house later that day. My lapse in concentration gave Brookes the opportunity he’d been waiting for. He came out of nowhere, his shoulder slamming into my jaw, sending both of us hurtling into the board with a force and grunt that told me exactly how much he wanted it to hurt. Whistles blew and players scrambled to separate us before there were any repeats of the last time we came to blows. It was clear by the barrage of what the fucks , and chill dudes , that no one was impressed with Dallas’s efforts to intimidate me, but one voice stood out amongst all the others.

“You knob!” Polly yelled while leaning over the bench she was being pinned to by a laughing Tilly.

“Control your, bitch, D’Cruz.” Spat Dallas, “Or do I have to be in charge of this one, too?”

Ten guys might have been between us, but I was there, right in his face before he could blink. It was a good thing that Rory was quicker.

“It’s not worth it, Luca. It’s not worth shit.” His words might have been meant for me, but the vitriolic stare was aimed solely at Brookes.

“D’Cruz, hit the showers,” demanded Coach Brown from the bench.

“Me?” I whined, “What did I do? It was his fault. I didn’t do shit! Why are you riding my ass?”

“Glad to see you haven’t matured at all, numbnuts. I would have missed your piss-weak bitching.”

I’d like to say I proved him wrong by cruising up to the bench and casually headed to the rooms, but I didn’t. I skated full steam toward him, jumped onto the rubber carpet and tossed my stick at his feet. “Why am I getting sent off when he’s the one—”

“You’ve proved yourself for one day. The whole team is impressed.”

“But—”

“But nothing.” He barked, onion relish he favored on his lunch adding extra punch to his tone. “Keep your head down and put the same effort each day and you’ll be looking at the first line for our game against the B’s. And if you’re not sure how to act like the bigger person …” Brown’s baritone paused as his giant hands—the same ones that scored record-high goals year after year—grasped my shoulders and spun me toward the arena. “Take a few pointers from your wife.”

Holy shit. Directly opposite me was Polly. Polly was talking to Clara. Hugging Clara. Leading Clara by the hand to join the rest of the women—the women she hardly knew but had clearly won over despite her insistence she was unlikable. Tears that stung my eyes and had me drooping my head refused to stay where they were told and rushed down my cheeks. How the hell did I get so lucky?

“For Christ’s sake, D’Cruz.” Brown tutted before spinning me back around: “Hit the showers before you make me cry, too.”

My heart thundered in my chest as I shuffled down the chute towards the rooms, watching Polly smile and laugh and wave to me as she disappeared from view.

After stripping off I hit the showers, the heavy stream of hot water joining my tears as I stood under the spray. Unlike the stink and sweat so easily washed from my body, the image of Polly and Clara could never be scrubbed from my mind. What had she said? Why had she hugged her? Why was she so awesome? Why was I, as she would say, such a bloody sook?

“Luca.”

“Pol?”

Before I could turn, the door of my stall was open and shut and Polly was on her knees. My instantly hard cock was in her hand and her tongue was darting out, sliding over the tip in circles that had my head spinning.

“Someone will—”

“No one will come in,” she whispered, reaching around to turn off the faucet. “Your coach asked me to calm you down, but we don’t have long. Tori is coming to get me in five.” With that, she closed her mouth over my head and sucked me seeing-stars deep.

Droplets of water trickled from my stomach onto her face, sliding down her neck, vanishing between her tits. “Holy fuck, you look so good down there.”

“And your monster cock tastes so good,” she moaned, slipping off with a pop and looking up through her lashes. Damn, if I didn’t almost come. “Now, stop talking and fuck my mouth, baby.”

Yup. We do not need five minutes.

“Are you sure? You’re so wet already. Everyone will know.” Without answering, or perhaps it was her answer, she slapped my thigh and sealed her lips around me again, taking me straight to the back of her throat. Her gag was immediate and hot. Really. Really. Hot . Groaning, I thrust inside her warm wetness, my eyes rolling back into my head as I received another stinging slap to my thigh before she sunk her nails into my ass and pulled me closer. “Fuck it, Polly.” Gripping her head with both hands, I gave in, giving her what she wanted hard, fast, deep thrusts that had my heart thudded against my ribs. Her moaning and wriggling at my feet driving the need for us to be closer still. Never had I known it was possible to feel love and lust in such equal, soul possessing force. I wanted to crawl inside her, learning each and every part, basking in her glory for all of time.

“Polly,” I groaned, twisting my hands through her hair and watching her lips stretch, taking me so deep, so well. “Such a good girl. My pretty fucking girl.”

Slipping off my length with a pop, she smiled sweetly, almost innocently. “And I want to be your good girl, baby. But I just can’t help being bad.” With her eyes locked on mine, Polly then stopped time, removing her nails from my ass, one hand was redirected to my cock, her thumb tracing over and collecting the pre-cum from my slit, while the other slipped between her legs, rubbing where she needed most.

“Princess.” I groaned as she deep-throated me again, “Are you rubbing that sweet pussy while you suck me off?” She nodded, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, her hand moved from her pussy to my taint, breaching my hole in one move. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watered, her gagging groans and probing finger had my already-heavy balls bordering on implosion. “Fuck you’re incredible. Fuck, yes. Yes, I’m going to come.”

Polly continued to suck and pump inside my ass, deepening and hooking her finger till she hit that magic button. “Yes, there. That’s it. ” On a growl, I stumbled backward, my pert hockey butt bumping the faucet and now was ice-cold water raining down, but did it stop us?

No. Nothing could take the heat off this moment. Polly was the best kind of wrecked, her hair was soaked, her shirt see-through, her sounds sinful. “Come with me, baby. Drench your fingers while I drown your tongue.”

Her groans, so deep and loud, echoed off the tiles, as she reached her peak right as my hot load hit her tongue, spilling onto her cheek and chin and down her neck.

Completely spent, I dropped to my knees, wrapping her in my arms, absorbing every aftershock that rattled through her body as wave after wave of pleasure washed over us.

“Holy shit. How are you so … you,” I sobbed, collapsing my head to her shoulder. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love …” she panted. “I love you, too.” Her confession, as she pressed a giggling kiss to my temple, left me dizzy, drunk on love, in a Polly-induced stupor I refused to wake from until. “Ah, babe, I don’t suppose you have any women’s clothes hanging around here, do you?”

Suddenly sober, I gave Polly a wink, shamelessly checking her wet, defiled body out while I could. “I don’t. But I know someone who might.”