The weeks passed by and the playoffs were in full swing. I knew Will was going to be busy during them and I tried to be the least selfish with his time as possible, but it wasn’t easy. I had practically moved into his apartment and we were spending every spare second he had together.

I hated when Will was on the road, but I loved it at the same time. His sexting game was on fucking point and it drove me wild.

My eyes flickered open when I heard the text tone chime from the nightstand. It was way too early in the morning, but it didn’t matter because it wasn’t easy for me to sleep when he was away. My body was fighting me to just ignore the message and go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. The excitement of knowing who it was from won out and I hastily grabbed my cell.

Crosby: Good morning beautiful. Just left JFK.

Me: Babe, I miss you already.

Crosby: Thank goodness for wifi on planes. I miss you too, princess. I’ll be home tomorrow though.

Me: That seems like forever away.

Crosby: Craving you, incredibly bad! I hope your day has been nothing short of fantastic.

Me: With a few more hours of sleep, it will be fantastic. I haven’t left your bed yet.

Crosby: Want me to let you go back to sleep?

Me: No. I want to hear more about you craving me.

The thought of Will crammed on a plane with the rest of his team, horny as hell and not able to do anything about his frustration other than type it out to me was thrilling, to say the least. Ever since the first night we spent together, he consumed my every thought and kept my mind in the smut-filled gutter.

Sitting up, I yawned and stretched, hoping for more texts from my sexy goalie. I grabbed my fluffy blue robe from the floor and made my way into the kitchen. Black tea on his balcony had become my morning ritual on days he wasn’t there. I heated a mug of water until almost boiling in the microwave and popped in a teabag to let it over-steep—the darker and stronger the better. Right as I took a seat in one of the Adirondack chairs on the balcony, my phone vibrated with another message.

Crosby: I can’t get the image of you shaking under me out of my head. Do you know how gorgeous you are when you come for me?

I bit my lip—just reading his words turned me on. Knowing that just the thought of me engulfed his mind was intoxicatingly sexy.

Me: Come play with me Daddy. I want to feel you so badly.

Crosby: I want my princess to crawl on her hands and knees over to my cock and beg for me to place it in her mouth.

Me: Please Daddy, I want nothing more than to taste you right now.

Crosby: I am going to throat fuck you until I see that makeup run down your cheeks.

I slipped my hand into my sleep shorts and under my cotton panties, letting my middle finger glide over my throbbing clit. Will’s words coursed through me, sending my body into overdrive.

Me: My panties are soaked.

Crosby: You better be touching yourself like a good little girl and thinking about Daddy’s cock slamming into the back of your throat.

Me: It’s turning me on that you have to sit there with your entire team and act casual, all the while aching to feel me.

Crosby: You have no idea, baby. I can’t stop thinking about your eyes glancing up with your mouth full of my cock. Your gorgeous eyes beg for me to stop, but I push down on the back of your head and make you take more, stabbing at the back of your throat, choking you with joy on your new favorite toy.

Me: What else, Daddy? What else do you want right now?

Crosby: Daddy is going to lift you up and pin you against the wall then rail you like he’s never felt something so astonishing in his life. I want to rediscover carnal pleasure inside of you. Then I’ll hold you up and make you take every inch like the beautiful little girl you are.

Me: Holy fuck, yes sir.

Crosby: I’ll take you from behind, slipping myself in slowly and watching your mouth widen farther at every inch. I’ll cover your mouth and thrust slowly and rhythmically, making sure to give the last inch a hard shove deep into that beautiful pussy of my little girl.

Tingles shot down my spine as I closed my eyes and played Will’s words like a movie in my head. Panting, I rubbed my swelling button while my thoughts consumed me. A low moan escaped as I plunged one finger into my wetness, still working my clit with my thumb. The scene overtook me entirely and I longed for Crosby to be watching as I pleasured myself on his balcony while hundreds of people hurried to work on the streets stories below me.

With a shaking hand, I typed another text.

Me: I’m about to come, Daddy.

Crosby: Come for me, baby, like the perfect princess you are.

My body shook as my climax engulfed me.

Me: That was incredible, Will. Just so you know, I am on your balcony.

Crosby: That is the hottest thing ever, babe. You’re amazing. I can’t wait to be home to you.

He was heading to game six of the Stanley Cup and I knew I should have just left him alone so he could get his head in the game, but how could I resist a conversation like that?

Me: We’ll have tons of fun tomorrow night when you get home.

Crosby: You have no idea how much I am looking forward to that. Where are you watching the game?

Me: I’m going over to Myla’s tonight. I’ll probably end up just crashing there.

Crosby: Sounds like a great plan, sweetheart. Have a great time and I will talk to you later.

Me: Bye babe.

* * *

“Look at all of our sexy boys with those tantalizing beards.” Myla was practically drooling. Her pregnancy was nearing its end, and she was really feeling the hormones.

Simon plopped down on the couch in between us. “My favorite time of year is playoff beard season. Yummy!”

Shaw waved him off from the other side of the large living room. “Honey, look all you want, ’cause this chin is staying clean shaven.”

I could see how uncomfortable Griffin was getting from them flirting in front of him, and it was quite funny. He had moved in with Shaw and Olive, so I figured he would be used to it, but at least he was trying to be a good sport about it.

“Myla, are you guys all ready for the baby?” Liv asked from Griffin’s lap.

Myla popped up. “Want to see the nursery?”

“Sure!” Griffin and Olive followed Myla into the back hallway.

Sean and Jessica were working, which completely sucked, but they promised to listen to the game on the radio. Karla didn’t want to bring the kids out and her sitter flaked on her last minute, so she wasn’t going to be able to make it either.

“How’s everything been at the bar?” Simon asked me.

“I just finished up an assignment and I don’t start another one for a couple of weeks. I am definitely enjoying the time off.”

“It must be nice to have a chance to recharge those batteries,” Shaw added in.

“That is a total understatement. If I didn’t have these breaks, I would totally burn myself out.”

The three who had left the room joined us again right before the first faceoff.

“I’m going to puke! I don’t know how I am going to get through this game.” Myla remarked.

The Otters had to win that game and the following one to win the cup. There was a lot of pressure on them, and I hated thinking about how much it was taking a toll on the guys.

“Did you talk to Gavin or Brayden today?” I asked Myla.

She pursed her lips. “Only a little while they were at the airport. I hate that we couldn’t be there.” She rubbed her belly. Her doctor had given her strict rules about not flying this late in her pregnancy, and I knew it was eating her up that she couldn’t be there to support her husband and brother.

“At least we will be there for game seven.”

I put my hand on her shoulder as she signed. “Yeah, that is true.”

The game wasn’t even close and the Otters had only one more victory standing in the way of them being Stanley Cup champions. As the buzzer sounded for the end of the game, we all leapt to our feet to high-five and hug. Myla was hysterically crying.

“Honey, are you all right?” Simon pulled her into his side.

“It’s the hormones. I am just so fucking happy.”

Even though the Otters had made it to the playoffs over the last couple of years, this was the closest they had come to actually winning the Stanley Cup in God knows how long.

After Myla and I said goodbye to everyone, we crawled into her bed.

“I am so thankful to have you as a friend. Did you know that?” She sniffled with her head already resting on the pillow.

“You’re so sappy with all those damn hormones swimming around in that tiny body of yours.”

“Fuck, I know!” she wailed, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I am constantly a wreck. Will you please remind me of this if I ever get the awful idea of having another baby?”

“Sure thing, love.” I turned out the light and made myself comfortable.

“Do you love him?” Myla asked before yawning.

“Who, Will?”

I could hear her head moving against the pillow and assumed she was nodding.

“I do.”

“You need to tell him,” she whispered.

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Because there’s no point in waiting. If you love someone, don’t you want them to know it?”

I couldn’t argue with the sound logic of an overly emotional pregnant lady. “You’re right.”

“You should text him right now and tell him.”

“Don’t you think I should say it in person for the first time?”

Myla’s hand landed on my side. “You can say it to him again when he gets home in the morning. You can say it every day, all day, until the day you die, and you should.”

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you were fucking drunk, Myla.”

She giggled. “Yeah, I would think the same thing if I heard my crazy ass right now, but you know I’m right. Grab your phone and text that stud of a goalie. Tell him you love him and want to have tons of sexy babies.

“Go to bed crazy lady.”

“Fine, but I better hear you typing on your damn phone within the next minute or I am not going to shut up about it.”

“All right, you win.”

It was something that I had been wanting to say, but I was too chicken-shit to do it. Myla was right. What was the point in waiting another minute to tell the man I loved that I loved him. He deserved to know.

Me: I love you. I have for years.

It only took thirty seconds for Will to respond.

Crosby: I have loved you since the first time I met you in that bar after Gavin’s first goal.

Me: Good night babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Crosby: Sleep well baby girl.