Thank you guys so much for all the comments and love on this story. New one soon, as always. In honor of the end of this story, I'm leaving you with this photo of a roll in the hay with Stamkos.
Dear God, please. Don’t let all this be for nothing.
My heart stopped when the doorbell rang. I wondered if he could hear me running full tilt through my apartment. I slowed two steps from the door and make myself walk, otherwise I’d have plowed right through it. I’d played the moment in my head a million times, learned all the lines of my script and when I opened the door, it all fell apart.
“Hey,” was the best I could do.
Steven stood on my doorstep wearing a dark suit, no tie and a look so hopeful I nearly burst into tears. It was all over his face - he wanted this, wanted me. My heart banged around inside my chest like a bird in a cage. Words started falling out of my mouth and we were saying the exact same thing at the same time.
“I want this, Steven. I want you. If… if you still want me.”
The smile... that smile did me in from the moment I met him. But it had never looked quite like this. I thought he would kiss me or hug me, but a second later I was ass in the air over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“Hmmmm, I’m gonna have to think about that,” he said. Even as I laughed and hugged his waist from upside down, I could feel his hand burning through the leg of my jeans. Steven dashed into the bedroom like it might actually save someone’s life. He threw me on the bed and before I even stopped bouncing he was on top.
“Kara,” he was suddenly serious, those piercing blue eyes holding mine with no hesitation. We both knew what was coming and yet I held my breath. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Steven. I do and I’m so sorry that it took....”
He must have figured we’d have plenty of time to talk during, oh... the rest of our lives. Because he stopped my words with a kiss, then pressed his hole body down into mine all at once, so I forgot what I was saying, thinking, even how to speak English. That long, strong figure pushed me deep into the mattress as he tongue swept across mine just as firmly. One hand slipped beneath the small of my back, under my shirt, and right down bare skin until it was inside my jeans.
I must have whimpered, because he whipped my shirt over my head. I shoved his jacket from his broad shoulders and flicked the shirt buttons as quickly as I could. Three down he helped me just pull it up and off. Then he was kissing me again, so much skin on skin that I would have screamed if I could breathe. But even as his lips left mine, grazing over my jaw and down the curve of my throat as his hands pulled my bra free, it took all my concentration not to black out.
I don’t want to miss this.
The velvety burr of his tongue raked across my hard nipple, making me gasp. He rolled it between his lips, before tugging it between his teeth. His hand followed, huge and warm, as he took his mouth to the other side. I ran my fingers through his soft hair encouragingly and he slipped down my stomach, kisses tracing the arch of my lowest rib.
Steven caught my eye just as his fingers reached the button on my jeans. But he wasn’t asking permission. The smirk on his face as he popped it open reduced me to an absolute puddle. He went slowly, dragging his fingers along my zipper down every centimeter of newly exposed skin. When he could go no further, I lifted my ass and he pulled my pants right off.
Steven kneeled over me; eyes rolling up my legs, catching at my hips as he memorized the light blue lacy panties that were already ruined. His hands followed. This time there was no smirk, just a sure, even look as his eyes met mine and his fingers tugged the last piece of my clothing to the floor.
I sat up and opened his pants, my hands actually shaking. His chest and abs were flawless, almost blinding, and anything more meant certain death by perfection. It didn’t stop me from pushing trousers down over soft black cotton boxer briefs that were losing a serious battle against desire. I maneuvered his pants past that large obstacle; Steven bit his lip. Then he closed his eyes as I freed him completely. I pulled Steven onto me at the same moment he threw himself down and we both kicked at his pants.
“Wait,” he whispered, reaching for them before they hit the floor. The sight of him hovering over me, twisted to one side like a Greek god ready to throw a discus, made my heart rate skyrocket. It could have been the last thing I’d ever see and I knew I’d die happy.
He held up a little foil packet, smiling. “Downie.”
In a blink he was poured over me again. He slipped a hand into my hair and lifted my mouth to another searing kiss. Our hips shifted on their own until his cock was probing the soft space between my legs. As his delicate, feverish tip caught my wetness and gently dragged along my sticky skin, we both exhaled sharply. I pushed down instinctively, my entrance parting as the very end slipped between my folds.
“Kara,” he panted. I kissed him, short and hard, then grabbed that tiny package and ripped it open.
Thanks, Downie, I almost laughed.
Dear God, please. Don’t let all this be for nothing.
I squeezed my eyes shut at the touch of her hand on me, running the hard length of my shaft, testing me against her expectations. My heart galloped like a thoroughbred on the last lap and there was a real chance I wasn’t going to make it across the finish line. She snickered softly, probably at the contorted look on my face. I cracked an eyelid.
“Okay, baby,” she said. The thin film of the condom felt like nothing at as she rolled it down with an x-rated flick of her wrist. Kara squeezed the base of my cock and I saw stars for a heartbeat before I flattened her to the bed.
My dick knew right where to go, like a missile whose target had been locked for months. I had to throw the brakes to keep from slamming into her all at once. Instead I pressed to her tiny slit and used those off-season pain management techniques to hold still and look down into her satiny blue eyes.
Kara sobbed out a breath that made her chest heave deliciously. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed at the pressure of my tip edging into her tight, hot pussy. It threatened to pull me in, sink me under and drown me. She forced her eyes open; I rewarded the effort with another half an inch.
I slipped my forearms under her and the soft skin at Kara’s shoulders dented beneath my fingertips. Her palms were flat on my ass, ready to pull me in if I didn’t go deep enough. Somehow I knew that wouldn’t be a problem.
“Steven,” she whispered, her voice tight with anticipation. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “Don’t stop.”
I pushed inside her. A half-strangled groan forced itself from my lungs as I squeezed my cock deep between legs that came up to wrap around my waist. I kept pushing until she was whimpering and I was definitely across the goal line.
I wanted to savor the moment. At least open my eyes and share this with her. But Kara’s body went haywire just as mine did. Her mouth crashed into mine, hungry and urgent, my bottom lip caught between a firm tug from her teeth. Nothing could stop my hips from sliding back and ramming forward like a train trying to push another car off the track. She caught a scream in her throat but it rattled through my chest.
Everything happened at once. I’d thought I would come just from kissing her, undressing her, when she touched me for the first time. But it was nothing compared to being clenched by her dark, soft heat, the slick of her desire begging me to move harder, faster, more. My body shuddered, trying to round itself down and produce more force through my legs. Kara arched her back and twisted her hips.
“Fuck,” I grunted indelicately, sinking my teeth into the pale flesh of her throat. “Kara, baby.” It sounded like I was praying.
“Oh my God,” she whispered to herself.
Her feet were twined behind my back. I pulled her hands from my backside and pressed them over her head, holding both wrists in one hand. She was here, and she was all mine. I flexed my arms and chest, balanced over her and pumped her full of every time I’d ever dreamed about doing exactly this. Sure I was close to passing out but my ambition, my aggression were forces of nature.
“Baby,” I blew across the skin of her throat, punctuating it with a kiss. “I want to feel you come for me.”
“You first,” she smiled evilly.
“I have done, a million times, thinking of you.” I pressed one knee into the mattress, scooting it under her ass until she was twisted to one side, back bent and completely helpless, her arms still pinned above her head. With my new leverage I stroked hard and deep.
“Holyfuck,” she gasped. If I felt half as big as she felt tight, I could have killed her from that angle.
“I’ve been waiting.” I don’t know where I’d get the strength from, but I’d have plugged into the Matrix and gone all night if that’s what I needed to take her this first time. Really take the thing I wanted the most. “Your turn.”
She twisted one hand free and brushed it down my thigh, over her hip, then right to the place where I was plowing into her at full gallop. Two of Kara’s long, thin fingertips rubbed hard at the secret spot I’d barely had a chance to find yet. She gasped at her own touch and her whole body jerked.
Please be quick.
I was fit to burst but seeing her touch herself while I drove the breath from her lungs on every thrust gave me a whole new world of ideas: things I wanted to do to her, things I would do. If I lived through this first time.
“Steven,” she purred, rolling her head back. I pushed at her wrist, stretching her out and changing the angle with short, hard strokes. Everything was a hot, slippery mess. One jerk too hard and my cock slipped right out of her, and pounded back into the hilt without missing a beat.
“Ohhhhhhhhmygod,” she moaned. I focused on the damp curl plastered to the dip in her collarbone and did it again.
Kara came. Hard. She bucked against me all at once, screaming, stronger than I’d ever though she could be. I growled as it ripped through me too. Then I threw myself into a last, desperate, brutal swing and exploded inside her.
Everything went white, like I’d gone over the edge of a waterfall and was caught, churning at the bottom. I was dizzy, breathless, powerless. When it finally rolled out, like bobbing to the surface, I was panting. Steven collapsed on top of me, two hundred pounds of dead weight with his chest heaving. It was a solid minute before my brain could reboot.
I started giggling. Then Steven started.
“I’ll never walk again,” I laughed.
“I’m retiring. Marty has a key to my place, he can cut a hole in the wall and bring us food.”
“Supermarkets deliver, you know.”
Steven looked down at me with disbelief. “Only in America.”
His face was next to mine, smooshed against the blanket with blond hair falling across it. I reached over and brushed the hair back, tucking it over his ear, and just let my fingers memorize the exact, perfect shape of his cheek and jaw. We stopped joking and just stared at each other. I had been good and bad and right and wrong; I had been shaken and stirred and, now, thoroughly fucked. But I wasn’t scared. I was happy.
“I love you,” I said, my fingertips tracing the thin curve of his mouth. He pressed a kiss to them.
“I loved you first.”
Another kiss, our first without the tumult of desire and relief. It was soft, perfect. Then Steven broke away and heaved himself up onto hands and knees. He crawled across the bed; I slapped his pale white butt. From the floor he picked up his pants and dug into the pockets.
“And I’m going to do it again. Right now.”
The smile on his face was wicked. He held up his slacks and turned the pocked inside out, making a handful of little foil packets rain down onto me. There were at least ten. A hot, deep stab of lust rocked through me at the sight. I grabbed one as it skittered across my bare stomach.
“God bless Steve Downie.”
“I don’t know...,” Kara said, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror.
“Yes.” I put my hands on her shoulders and held her still, meeting her eyes in the reflection. “In fact, this might be my favorite thing you’ve ever worn.”
It was the morning after... after so much. The fact that we were awake was surprising, standing was nothing short of a miracle. Now Kara was wearing the 91 jersey I’d given her way back when, only this time with nothing but a white g-string.
She smiled and rolled her eyes.
My body ached with the urge to bend her over the counter and take her again, for the hundredth time, and watch her face as she gave in to everything that had happened between us. Again. But instead I piled her hair top her head and kissed her neck.
“Please,” I said quietly.
Kara tilted her head to give me more access. “Of course I will.”
An hour later, I watched her walk a few steps in front of me through the lobby at the local Dave & Busters. I had to be here. It was no surprise Kara would show up at a team event, she could have come with any one of us. People called out hellos and gave hugs as we made our way into the charity event.
“Hey, we missed you,” Marty said, kissing Kara’s cheek. Downie, Shannon, Malone all said the same thing, then turned to me for an explanation. They were like old ladies in a beauty shop, dying for gossip. I’d left them at a dead run to get to Kara. She’d shown up with me the next day, wearing my number. Obviously something had gone right, so they wanted to know exactly how right and how many times and at what volume. Vinny wrapped Kara in his huge arms - she looked over her shoulder at me while he humped her leg.
Kids and their families filled up the bar area, waiting for the games and bowling to begin. At the far side of the room, the wives and girlfriends had set up a table where the kids could decorate Lightning logos that would hang in the practice rink locker room, where they were coming on a tour next week. The charity organizer and Julie, the head of our Community Relations department called everyone to attention.
“We’d like to introduce everyone to our Lightning players, who are really excited for you guys to beat them at some games today,” Julie said. She introduced each of us to a round of applause.
Kara squeezed my side unnoticed, then I heard her walk away behind us.
“And don’t forget to make a logo so we can display them at the rink. We’ve got lots of help today from the wives and girlfriends of our players.”
She waved her arm toward the table and everyone turned. Standing at the end, but very much behind the table with the WAGs, was Kara. In my jersey. Next to an absolutely beaming Heather St. Louis.
Downie punched me in the side hard enough to make me stumble a step. I bumped into Malone, who grabbed me into a headlock and gave me a noogie in front of a hundred people, like I was eight years old. They all laughed with no idea why we looked so happy.