Epilogue
Cassie
We’re at the Frozen Four in New York as the final buzzer sounds. I’m already on my feet, screaming his name and cheering for the boys. Holy shit, Jaxon has just led his team to becoming the two time, undefeated, National Champions.
The mighty freaking Dragons skate around the ice like a bunch of animals. It’s not long before each and every one of them has lost their sticks, helmets, and gloves, and are in a pile on top of each other celebrating, though I’m pretty damn sure Jaxon is at the bottom of that pile but who cares, my man can handle anything.
Bobby breaks free from the pile and is at the barrier in the blink of an eye. Brianna cracks up beside me as she watches her twin brother grab their coach, mid-interview and throw him over his shoulder. He takes him toward the pile of champions and launches the old man on top, probably fracturing a few bones in the process but Coach doesn’t seem to mind.
Jax somehow gets free from the bottom of the pile and skates towards the edge so he can look up at the crowd to find me. A grin rips across both our faces, I circle my hands around my mouth and scream out, “I love you.”
He presses his fingers to his lips and raises his hand back to me ‘love you’ he mouths before a mischievous gleam twinkles in his blue eyes. He moves into the centre of the ice and turns to face the audience directly before holding both his hand up to the sky. The crowd roars for him as he takes his bow.
“God, that kid is a show-off,” Carter says from the seat behind me as Sean scoffs in agreement.
“Where do you think he gets it from?” I ask as I turn around and give Carter a pointed look.
“Pft, whatever,” Carter scoffs as he grabs Brianna from the row in front and drags her up into his arms, making sure to annoy me as much as possible in the process.
I turn my attention back to Jax and watch as a reporter with ESPN waves him down and he skates off to give the after game interview.
“Come on,” Logan says. “He is going to be a while now. We’ll meet him back at the hotel.”
I go along with the boys only because Jax had said exactly the same thing before the game and insisted I don’t wait around. I know for a fact he will call me from the locker room anyway, which makes it a little easier to leave.
Two hours later I stand in the hotel bathroom putting on mascara, contemplating how strange it feels to be back in New York when Jax comes flying through the door, looking as sexy as ever in his official team suit. He bypasses the bathroom as he looks for me then backtracks to find me in a slim black dress with the highest black strappy heels I could find.
He stands silently at the door of the bathroom, mentally undressing me. “Don’t even think about it,” I warn him. “It took way too long to get ready.”
He ignores me as he licks his lips. He slides his suit jacket down his arms, letting it fall in a heap at his feet. My eyes follow the movement as his hand moves to his tie and gives it a tug before raising over his head.
His eyes heat as he unbuttons his shirt and by this stage, I’m pressing my legs together, trying to relieve the throbbing between my legs. He steps towards me and my bottom lip instantly disappears between my teeth as a shiver takes over my skin.
His hand moves to his belt and with a quick flick, it’s discarded on the floor. I start to pant like a needy whore, desperate for his touch.
He takes one more step and he is finally there. He reaches for the hem of my dress and bunches it up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but my black heels and black underwear. He groans at the sight which has the wetness doubling between my legs.
Jax takes hold of the lacy black fabric of my panties and tears it off my body. Shit, that was hot, I don’t even have time to waste thinking about another pair of lost black panties.
He unzips his pants and pulls himself free before grabbing my ass and lifting me. My legs twine around his waist as he slams my back into the glass wall of the shower, burying himself deep inside me in the same instance.
“Fuck,” I groan as that instant relief washes over me, that is until he moves and man, does he move.
I come hard just as he does and we both collapse to the bathroom floor, me sitting around his waist with his cock still buried inside me. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he pants.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Captain,” I tell him. He smirks at my attitude and crashes his lips to mine, hard and passionate at first before changing to something more deep and emotional.
He pulls back and looks me meaningfully in the eye. “I love you,” he tells me, “I was going to wait to do this to make it special for you but nothing is better than this moment right now.”
I look to him in confusion as he reaches back across the bathroom floor and pulls his pants towards us. He searches through the pocket before pulling out that familiar little black box. Understanding dawns on me instantly as he presents me with the box and opens it to reveal the beautiful ring within.
My eyes fill with tears of joy as I wait to hear what he has to say. “I was going to take you to dinner tonight with your family and Bri but right here, just you and me, this feels right,” he says as he looks me in the eye. “You’ve been my girl since I was 12 years old and I feel as though I fall more deeply in love with you each and every day.”
“We’ve been through every single up and down known to man and yet somehow we always come out stronger.” He takes a breath and makes sure I’m truly hearing him. “Cassandra Waters, I love you and I can’t wait to make you my wife. Will you marry me?”
The tears stream down my face as I throw myself into him, crashing my lips to his. “Yes,” I say through our kiss, “Yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”
I feel his smile against my lips and I feel as though I am on cloud nine. Could it be possible that every single dream of mine is coming true?
I have the greatest love known to man and just agreed to marry him, I’m graduating in a few weeks with Sport Physio jobs lined up in all the cities I think Jax could possibly get signed, I have the best friends and family and what’s best is after three years of pain, I am finally happy.
Jax picks us up off the floor and takes up to the bed where he proceeds to make the sweetest love to me until Logan comes banging at the door.
We’re at dinner when Jax announces that he has asked me to marry him, the table goes nuts and bottles of wine are ordered. The majority of his teammates are in the same restaurant so it turns into one hell of a party.
I’m walking back from the bathroom when Jax grabs me around the waist and pulls me down onto his lap. My arm instantly falls behind his neck as my nails run along his scalp. “I signed with the pros,” he tells me.
My head whips in his direction. “What?” I screech.
He smirks up at me. “You heard me.” He says, “Bobby too.”
I ignore his smart-ass remarks as I push for information, “Which team?” I ask, mentally reminding myself to come back to the whole Bobby thing later.
His smile turns from a smirk into an adoring grin. “You know that big house in the hills we talked about?”
“Yeah?” I prompt.
“It’s all yours, baby.”
“What?” I practically sing “Denver? You signed with Denver?”
He smirks but a voice from across the table steals our attention. “Get fucked,” Logan curses. “You’re not on my team, are you?”
“You better watch your back, Logan,” Jax tells him. “Denver has a new star player now.”
The end.