Chapter 11

“Stop checking your phone! She ain’t going to call you because she’s probably conked out in bed from you wearing her out!” Downie complained as I attempted to discreetly slide my phone back into the pocket of my khaki shorts while we stood out on the golf course.

I sighed, pulled the brim of my baseball hat down over my eyes to shade them from the sun and walked over to the tee.  “It was a perfect night,” I mumbled.

“I’m sure it was,” Steve said with a surprisingly sincere tone.  “You two are perfect for each other.”

“I guess you are just dying to say, ‘I told you so!’ Aren’t you?” I chuckled as I swung my club and watched as my ball went bouncing up onto the green.  I grinned when Downie groaned at my awesome shot.

“Yeah, I was just going to save that line for your wedding day when I give a speech or something,” he said walking back over to the golf cart.  We usually did a lot of walking when we were out on a beautiful day like this, but with his high ankle sprain, we really didn’t have much of choice but to drive.

“Whoa, don’t rush things there,” I said as I dropped my club into the bag.  “I’m only 20.”

“Your point?”

“We’ve only been together for basically 2 weeks, its bad enough I told her I loved her last night.”  I flew forward and almost went out over the front of the golf cart as Steve slammed on the brakes.  “What the…?!”

“You told her you love her?!” Downie exclaimed loudly as he turned towards me.

“Uh, ja.” I said, a little miffed by his contorted, confused face.  “Did I do something wrong?”

He sat there looking at me for another minute before a big, cheeky smile broke out across his face.  “Nothing is wrong with that.  That’s fucking awesome!”  Before I knew it he had me in a head lock rubbing his fist over the top of my head, growling, “My little Stammer has grown up!”

I ripped myself out of the precarious position and pushed him away from me.  “Seriously, dude?! Good lord,” I complained as I put my hat back on my head and straightened up my shirt, looking around to make sure no one was near us.

“Haha! Never mind, I’m so saying ‘I told you soooooo!’ now because that just goes to show how smooth I really am!” he laughed, obviously pleased with his match making skills.  “This calls for a celebration!”

I sighed before asking, “And what kind of celebration do you have in mind?” I could only imagine when it came to Downie’s silly ideas.

“Well, I think we need to get that Christmas tree we had talked about for the future Mrs. Stamkos and decorate it tonight since she has no decorations going on in the apartment.  It’s an easy excuse to spend time with her even though Andy-ass is there.”

I looked over at him a little amazed about his novel idea and said, “Glad I keep you around, Downie.  You always come up with the best ideas to cause trouble.”

He just grinned and posed in a strange pose a model would probably stand in and chirped, “Just call me Mr. Clark Griswold, because we are gonna make sure this Christmas tree is so bright you are going to need sunglasses to sit in Olivia’s living room.”

A few hours later with a couple hundred dollars spent on the essential Christmas decorations and food for dinner, we were on the elevator heading up to Olivia’s floor with Heather, Marty and the kids in tow.  We figured by bringing along the St. Louis family, it would help make things a little less awkward with Andreas in the apartment.  Besides, the little Lucas St. Louis had taken to Olivia in such a way that I was afraid I might have competition in a few years.

“Do you think Olivia will let me stay over at her house on Christmas Eve?” Lucas asked as he sniffed at the large, twined wrapped Christmas tree he had helped picked out.

“Why do you want to stay over at her house for Christmas Eve?  Santa will be delivering your presents to your house,” Downie asked the child.

“Well, I figured Olivia might need help to put out the cookies and milk for Santa.  Plus, I have some extra Reindeer mix to put out if she would want to use it; especially since it is her first year over here in the U.S.  I wouldn’t want Santa getting lost finding her new home.” he said sincerely, making it extra hard not to laugh at the kid.

“I’m sure Stammer can help her with all that,” Marty piped up as he ruffled his small son’s hair.

“You let me know if you need help,” Lucas said as he shot me a look that I could have sworn was a death threat.

“No problem, buddy,” I laughed as the elevator doors opened to Olivia’s floor.  We walked down the hall and Downie obnoxiously knocked on her door.  There was no answer, but once all the excited “Sssh’s” faded and Downie knocked again we heard Andreas cursing loudly in German.  A voice inside me called out saying something wasn’t right.  We were all looking at each other when the door cracked open, the chain lock still on.

“What do you want?” Andreas growled.

“We’re hear to visit with you and Olivia,” Marty spoke up, taking a step in front of the children, obviously feeling the same way I did about the situation.

“We don’t want visitors,” Andreas said rudely and attempted to close the door.  His attempt was thwarted by Downie’s hard walking cast that was placed between the door jam.  “We’d at least like to talk to Olivia then,” Steve said in an even, yet on-edge tone.

“She’s not here.”

“That’s funny, because her car is outside,” Downie shot back automatically.  “Look buddy, we bought a bunch of Christmas decorations for Olivia, so just let us in so we can at least put them in the living room instead of leaving us out here in the hall.”

“Fuck you,” Andreas growled, attempting to close the door again, but this time Downie pushed against the door and busted the chain lock, effectively toppling Andreas onto the floor.

Heather gasped when she saw how the apartment was totally trashed.  “I’m calling 911,” she said, quickly ushering the kids down the hall.  Marty, Downie and I pushed our way into the apartment.

“Olivia?!” I yelled out, quickly noting the dents in some of the drywall, with blood marking some spots.  When she didn’t answer, I turned back around to find Andreas attempting to get up as he cursed in German and English.  I helped him up by roughly grabbing his collar and putting his ugly face within inches of mine when I hissed, “Where the fuck is she?”

“None of your god-damn business, jock.  She’s not your problem.  She’s mine and if you knew what was best for you, you’d stay away.  I have connections,” the troll threatened.  Before thinking twice I felt my fist connect to the asshole’s nose, dropping him back down onto the floor.  I was about ready to punch again when I heard Downie yell out from the bedroom down the hall.

“Stammer!”

Marty stepped in between me and Andreas, mumbling something about taking care of the piece of trash and coaxing me to go back to Downie who sounded like he had just seen hell.  When I got back to the bedroom I heard him basically sobbing.  When I entered the room, I instantly realized he had seen hell.

“Oh my God!” I choked out as I pushed him away from Liv who was lying on her bed, naked, bloodied and virtually unconscious.  “Liv! Liv! Are you awake?!” I cried.  “Downie, make sure Heather calls for an ambulance,” I turned to my friend who was still standing there with a horrified stare.

“I’m going to kill him,” Downie breathed out as he turned and raced down the hallway.

“Shit, shit, oh my God, Olivia, please wake up, open your eyes.  I’m here now, you are safe, shit, shit,” I repeated over and over again as I cradled her in my arms.  She was breathing and moaning, but she seemed to be unable to open her eyes and it was obvious they were swelling shut.  Her face was completely battered with cuts and bruising.  Her beautiful ivory skin was marked with new bruises and it looked like her arm was broken.  I left her side for only a moment to grab a blanket out of the closet to cover her with.  I vaguely heard Marty when he came back to the room to tell me that the ambulance was on its way because my heart was pounding so loudly.  I was fairly sure I could hear Downie punching the crap out of Andreas and the only thing I could think about was how I hoped he left him alive enough so that I could kill the son-of-a-bitch myself when Liv was taken care of.

It seemed to take forever for the ambulance to arrive, but when they did everything moved in fast-forward. They took her out of my arms and began caring for her.

“So how did Andreas get the bruises on his face and possible broken nose?” the police officer asked Marty, Downie and I after the ambulance had taken Olivia.  Andreas was being questioned by another officer as he sat in the bathroom, attempting to stop the bleeding from his nose.

“He seemed to have a terrible balance problem, Marty said sincerely.  “When we pushed the door open, after seeing how the place was trashed, he just fell onto the floor onto his face, Officer.”

The officer stopped writing on his little note-pad, looked up at the 3 of us and just raised an eyebrow with a subtle smirk and nodded before going back to writing on the pad.  After all of our statements were taken and we watched them put Andy-ass in the back of the cop-car with handcuffs; I rushed to the ER to find out how Liv was doing.

I remember blacking out the first time from his blow to my head.  I pictured myself being thrown into the wall as he punched me some more and ripped at my clothing.  Terrible nightmares clouded my mind while he raped me on my bed, while slipping in and out of consciousness.  His threats of making me go back to Germany rang through my ears and his other hateful words echoed in my head.  It had suddenly become quiet and the next voice I heard was one of an angel.  Steven had rescued me, I was sure, but I couldn’t open my eyes and the pain would not let me tell him “thank you.”

The next memory I made was of bright lights and a lot of people yelling at each other and poking and prodding me.  Now I’m lying on what feels like pillows with warm blankets covering me.  The smell however is just wrong yet the sounds of machines and bells are familiar to me.  I startled when I felt a hand squeeze mine.

“Liv?” An even more familiar voice asks worriedly.  “Liv, are you awake?” he whispers anxiously.

I slowly test my eyes but find that I can barely open them.  They only open far enough to make the world look shaded and disproportioned.  But it must have been far enough to show that I was responding to his voice.

“Oh, thank God, Liv, I’m here for you.”

“Sssteeeeven,” I attempted to whisper.  My throat felt like sandpaper and my lips were dried and stuck together.

“Sssh, don’t talk, I’m right here with you, I’m just glad that you are waking up.”

“Aaanndddreeeaasssss,” I whispered.

“He’s rotting in a jail cell at the moment,” I heard Downie grumble from another part of my hospital room.

I just nodded and closed my eyes again as I pushed the pain medication button and willed it to take me off to sleep again.

I’m not sure when I woke up again, but it was dark in my room except for the illumination of the TV.  This time I was able to open my eyes a little farther, causing an ice pack to fall to the side of my face.

“Hey,” Steven murmured as his large hand caressed my face.  “I put that ice pack over your eyes, hoping to take down some of the swelling.”

I just smiled softly as I stared into his restless blue eyes.  “I need something to drink.”

He abruptly stood up and grabbed a Styrofoam cup from the table next to him.  “Here, have some water.”

I took a few small sips of the cold water, feeling it flow throw my body.  “Danke,” I whispered as he set the cup back onto the table.

“I love you,” Steven blurted out as he leaned over top of my face and kissed my forehead.  “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed.

I immediately squeezed his hand and willed him to stop.  “Nein,” I said in a warning tone to get him to stop right away.  “I will be fine.”

“He raped you, he bruised your beautiful face and body, he broke your arm,” Steven said with a tortured gaze.  “He almost killed you,” he choked as tears ran down his sweet, young face.

“Sssh,” was all I could say as I reached up with my good arm and held his hand to my cheek, running my thumb back and forth over his warm skin.  He cried for a few more moments, but stopped when Downie came back into the room.

“Oh, you are awake!” Steve exclaimed as he walked over to the other side of my bed.  “How are you feeling?” he asked with concern.

“I feel like I was run over by a bus,” I said with a small smile.

“You look like me after a bad fight on the ice,” he joked, earning a growl from Steven.

“I probably still look better than you,” I chirped back, hoping Steven would get the drift that I was not going to be depressed about the situation.

Both boys laughed as Steve informed me that I was 100% right.

The doctor came in later on in the night to inform me of all my injuries and the plan of care.  Their main worry was my concussion and my bruised kidneys.  As long as everything kept progressing the way it was, I would be released to home tomorrow already but on strict bed rest and no work for at least a week or two.  I wasn’t too keen on the work part because I knew Eric would be bummed, but I figured that once I felt up to it, I’d be able to start my duties as his hospice nurse without much issue.  When the doctor left, Steve and Steven were back by my bedside going on about the future plans.

“So we talked and since Downie isn’t on the ice right now, we figured you could stay with him for the week,” Steven rambled.  “That way you have someone to be with you.  Heather said she would also come over and help with things if you needed them…”

I put my hand up to make him stop having diarrhea of the mouth.  “I do have an apartment.”

“Um, a trashed one,” Downie spoke up.  “You don’t have a choice on this one, Liv.”

I sighed, “Why?”

“Because for one they are not sure how long they can keep Andy-ass in jail since it seems he’s loaded and has some pull with the German government.  The German embassy is involved and it already is a big mess,” Steve said in a sincere voice.

“Well I knew that was going to happen.  Our families are aristocrats...I’m sure my VISA will be getting revoked at any point…”

“Not so, because we have the U.S. Embassy working on getting you citizenship,” Steven piped up.

“What?!” I asked a little loudly, causing me to grab at my head.

“Ssh, don’t get worked up,” he cooed.  “The front office has been helping me with options on helping you stay here.”

“Options?”

“Yeah.”

I took a deep breath and blew it out, “Steven, why would you do something like that?” I asked evenly, trying not to be upset.

“Because I was afraid something like this would happen,” he mumbled, not being able to look me straight in the eyes.

My heart broke, realizing how much worry and stress I had been causing him and we had only known each other for such a short time.  “So, what have they come up with?” I asked slowly, not sure if I wanted to hear their plan.

“There is a fast-track citizenship program that would take about 6 months for you to complete; it’s for skilled workers like you.”  He paused for a moment and I could tell that he had something else on his mind as he looked over at Downie and then back at me.  “Or, you could become a Canadian citizen,” he said slowly.

I’m sure the look on my face was a puzzled one because Downie just snickered quietly.

“Why would I want to do that?” I asked, feeling like I had totally missed something.

He sucked in some air and blew it out slowly.  “Well I do want to spend the rest of my life with you…” he began.

“Uh, stop,” I hissed.  “Nein. Das medications might be clouding up my kompf right now, but my brain does still work.  I love you und I want to be with you, but we are not rushing into anything like that 2 and a half weeks into our relationship, Steven Stamkos.  Marriage ist not an option right now.”

“But it would be the easiest way…” he began.

“No.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you, but not right now, Steven,” I pleaded.

“Told you,” Downie mumbled.

“SHUT UP,” Steven and I both yipped at the same time, causing Downie to shrink his way out of my room; something he probably should have done a while ago.

“I will go through and get my U.S. Citizenship and if we get married, then I have dual citizenship allowing me to still work here in the States,” I said evenly.  “Thank you for the offer, Steven,” I said as I took his hand and kissed it.  “I will say yes when the time ist right.  Now, however ist not the right time,” I said as he sadly nodded his head yet seemingly relieved that I had refused him.  I knew it was not the right time for us to be making hasty decisions.  We deserved the time to be a couple because frankly I didn’t want to miss this part of our relationship for the world.

Chapter 10

My past is perilous
But each scar I bear sings
Monuments to where I have been
And melodies to where I am going

Monuments and Melodies - Incubus

“So why do you have to go into work early?” Andreas grilled me as I rushed around the apartment, trying to discreetly pack a bag of clothing to change into once I got to the arena.

“My charge nurse called and said they are in dire straights, so I agreed to go in a few hours early to help them out,” I said, flustered by this point because he normally wouldn’t ask so many questions, but after our day at the beach he was eerily friendlier all of a sudden.  He was even semi-sweet when we had sex last night, even though I still thought I was going to vomit every time he thrusted into me.

“Well, then I guess I’ll go out for the evening,” he said as he walked out of the bedroom, finally allowing me to shove my Bolts sweater into my back-pack.

“That sounds like a great idea!” I said cheerfully as I threw the bag on my shoulder and walked out into the living room to give him a goodbye kiss.  “I’ll see you in the morning then.”  I hugged and kissed him quickly before turning to go out the door.

“I thought you wouldn’t get here on time!” Downie exclaimed as he held the back arena door open for me.  He was in a walking cast and was leaning on a crutch.  “Andy-ass give you a hard time or something?” he asked as his eyes intently inspected my face and arms for bruises.

“Andreas has been very friendly the last few days,” I informed him as I hugged him and ran my thumb across his smooth upper lip.  “Thank God that stupid thing is gone; please tell me Steven sha…”

My words were cut short as a pair of strong arms separated me from Downie and pulled me against a tall, hard, warm and familiar smelling man.  I squeaked as his lips captured mine and kissed me hard.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that no more facial hair tickled me while he drank from me.  I drug me hands up his thin under-armor shirt and went to his face; as I moved them up I felt that his face had severe tension and that his forehead was creased with stress lines.  I pulled back and looked up at him, cupping his face with my hands.

“Steven, what is wrong?”

I heard Downie leave out a snort behind me as Steven looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time again.  He took a deep breath and whispered, “I’ve just missed you so much.”

“Jealous!” Downie coughed out behind me.

I turned and looked at Steve and then back to Steven.  “There is nothing to be jealous of Steven Stamkos; it is your bed I plan on being in tonight.”

This remark made him turn bright red from the neck on up, making his white blonde hair almost tinge pink.

“That’s exactly what I told him!” Marty chirped from behind us as he walked down the hall.  I turned out of embarrassed Steven’s arms and hugged Marty as we laughed together.  “Ready for a good game tonight?” he asked cheerfully.

“You bet!  I just need to get changed out of these scrubs…” I began to say but the words were left hanging as Steven grabbed my hand and pulled me towards a door that was labeled equipment as Downie and Marty hooted and hollered after us.  “You are really on edge!” I breathed as he pushed me gently into the tiny closet type room.

“I’ve been going crazy, Liv.  I can’t even think straight or sleep because I’m just worried as hell about you,” he confessed as he lifted my shirt up and over my head, inspecting my body.

I covered my arms across my half naked upper half and stepped backwards.  “Would you and Downie stop inspecting me for some sort of disease?!” I hissed.  “I’m fine.  I promise he has not laid a violent hand on me since.”

“Good, because I swear I’d kill him,” he said in a tone that made me believe every word.

“Do not talk like that Bitte.  I am not fond of your violent side,” I spoke quietly while I reached in my bag for a shirt and my hockey sweater.  As I went to pull the shirt down over my head, Steven reached out and thwarted my effort by pulling me against him and kissing me deeply.  I moaned into his mouth and melted into his body, his hands held me possessively.  I don’t know how many minutes were lost until an obnoxious knock on the door separated us.

“I don’t think it takes that long for Olivia to get changed,” Downie yelled like a mother-hen through the door.  “If coach finds out you are having sex right before games, you’re getting sent to Norfolk.  It’s not like we need you right now anyway, you obviously haven’t found the back of the net in a few games…Ouch!” Downie cried from the other side of the door as we heard Marty smack what I presume was the back of his head.

“He is right about taking that long to get changed,” Marty chirped.

We both giggled as I speedily changed into my game-wear before dramatically exiting the closet room with flushed faces.

“Stammer! Hammer!” A man called down the hallway.  “Your guests are here!”

It felt like an elephant was lifted off my back when I saw her for the first time in several days.  I had worried about her so much that I let my mind play tricks and lead me basically into insanity.  You can’t do this to yourself every time you have to leave her side.  They’ll put you in a padded room and a straight jacket.  I needed to find a balance, which I was sure would work itself out when Andy-ass, it’s pathetic when Downie’s nicknames stick, is back in his motherland.

The other event that brought me completely out of the emotional pitfall I had thrown myself into was the look on Erik’s face when we walked down the hallway to find him standing there with his family and a few friends.  I couldn’t wait to give him the good news of what we had planned for him and his family.

There was only one more loose end to tie up before we could move forward with the home hospice plans.  We had 3 nurses that were able to stay at Eric’s family home to help take care of him, but we needed 1 more to stabilize the round o’clock care and Downie and I had decided we knew exactly who we wanted.

“Liv,” I whispered as Diggity gave Eric the locker room grand tour.

“Ja?”

“Um, I have a serious question to ask you.  I wanted to talk about it to you yesterday, but…Well, um, we need another nurse to help out with the home hospice care for Eric.”

“Oh?”

“Steve and I were wondering if you’d take the position.”

Her eyes lit up and then she bit her lip as the gears turned in her pretty little head.  “But what about my job at the Children’s Hospital?”

I sucked in a breath and rambled off the information, “Well, we took the liberty to contact your agency and they said that they were also involved with the hospice agency we are dealing with.  They said that since it was a special circumstance, they were willing to change your contract so that you could transfer to the hospice company.  The only thing they couldn’t promise is that you could go back to the Children’s Hospital immediately after…Um, yeah, you know…”

“After Eric’s family does not need me anymore,” she said quietly as she looked into my eyes intently.

“Yeah,” I said, stepping anxiously back and forth like Downey.  Ugh, his mannerisms are even rubbing off on me!

She took a deep breath and a smile slowly formed before she threw herself against me, wrapping her arms around my waist and squeezing me tightly.  “You boys surprise me everyday.  This makes me very happy!” she murmured into my chest as I laughed and smoothed her hair.  So it was set.  We would be able to go forth with our Christmas gift to Eric and his family. 

The game started off with a special ceremony for our buddy that included a nice video presentation about Eric with a bunch of pictures of the guys on the team spending time with him.  Of course a majority of those pictures included me and Downie.  I don’t think Eric closed this mouth throughout the whole presentation.  He looked so drained and tired, but I knew he was having the time of his life. 

He was given a jersey with his name and birth-year on the back from the team.  All the guys had signed it for him, along with a hockey stick and a puck.  The front office presented him with a season pass to Disney World so that he could go whenever he felt up to it.  Then it came to Downie and me.  As much as I wanted to speak into the microphone, I was afraid I’d break down so we left our arena MC handle the words.  A hushed silence filled the arena as the terms of our gift was explained to Eric and his family.

As soon as they explained the fact there would be 24 hour nursing care for him, Eric blurted out, “Olivia! You must be my nurse!”  She smiled broadly at him, quick sent a glance to me and Downie and then back to Eric as she nodded her head, confirming that she would be one of his nurses.  He jumped up like a normal 12 year old child would do if they were healthy, throwing himself into her arms as the tears rolled down her cheeks.  I don’t think there was a dry eye in the house.

After the terrible loss in Beantown, the team put on a production for Eric’s first hockey game.  It was a high scoring ordeal and we almost allowed the Avalanche to come back and take the win from us.  Unfortunately, it was partially my own fault because I took a bad tripping call with 4 minutes to go and they took advantage of the Power Play and capitalizing on the momentum again a minute later, putting them within one.  It was definitely not our best 60 minute effort, but it was a win and we would take it.

“That was totally awesome!” Eric exclaimed when I walked into the family room adjacent to the locker room.  Liv had brought him down so that he could congratulate the team and get more pictures if he wanted them.  We bumped fists before I pulled him into a hug.  “I’m sorry you didn’t score though,” he said sadly.

“Me too, I was trying bud.”

“Either way it was way better watching it here in person than on that little TV in my hospital room,” he beamed as he bumped fists with a couple more of the guys that walked by us.  “Are you guys still going to come over and hang out with me when I move back home?  I’m not that far away from here,” he asked.

“Of course!” Downie piped up.  “Now that you are home we can hook up your X-Box to the internet and we can even play against you on the road.”

“Totally cool!” Eric exclaimed.  “Thank you guys so much,” he suddenly became serious as he pulled us both into a hug. 

I looked over to find Olivia and Heather standing there with tears once again streaming down their faces and I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that I was following through with my goal of making sure I never forgot others when I hit the big show.

I went along back to the hospital to help get Eric back to his room safely and to make sure I was taken off the schedule since my new assignment would begin on Monday when Eric moved home.

Once he was settled I headed over to Steven’s for a night of freedom.  I could have sworn there was a car following me at one point, but when I turned into the development, it wasn’t behind me any longer.  It sent some chills through me and I began to worry if I was doing the right thing by lying to Andreas about my whereabouts for the night, but when I saw Steven waiting out on his driveway, my worries flew away.

He already had my overnight bag out of my passenger seat by the time I got out of my car and walked around towards the front of it.  He had a huge smile on his face; a complete change from the first time I saw him this evening.

“Are you hungry?” he asked excitedly after kissing me quickly and taking my hand to lead me into his flat.

“Ja, I am.”

“Good! I stopped by the store and picked up a pint of Ben and Jerry’s peppermint ice cream to keep us in the Christmas mood,” he exclaimed.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his young excitement.  He was still very much like a boy even though he took on the role of a man like he was bred to do so.  Somehow we were able to sit across from each other at the kitchen island as we shared spoonfuls of ice cream, giggling at the faces we were making when the cold, minty ice cream hit our taste buds. 

Of course it turned dirty quickly as I began running the tip of my tongue across the ice cream as it sat on my spoon, tracing patterns into it before taking it into my mouth.  At one point I looked up to find Steven literally drooling melted ice cream from leaving his mouth open.

“Ein problem, Herr Stamkos?” I asked suggestively.

He shut his mouth and covered it with a paper towel that he haphazardly swiped off the roll that sat next to him.  “You realize you are getting coal for Christmas for turning me on like that, right?  You are definitely on the naughty list now.”

I giggled as I popped another spoonful into my mouth.  “I have no clue what you are talking about?”

“Nein, you lie. You have every clue,” he groaned rather loudly as I slipped my tongue out to catch a drip of the melted deliciousness before it slid off my lip.

“I think you are over reacting…” I played some more, enjoying the cloud of lust filling his clear blue eyes with every teasing movement I made.  I shouldn’t be playing him like this, but it turned me on too and I was ready for an active night in his arms.

I jumped when a loud scraping noise of his chair skidded across the tiled floor as I was in the middle of licking my spoon probably a little slower than I needed to.  Before I could blink and figure out what was going on, he was on my side of the counter, behind me, growling into my ear, wrapping his arms around me, effectively pinning me to the chair and against him.  “Liv, I hope you got sleep today because I plan on making you work tonight.”

I squeaked as his breath tickled the skin on my neck.  “You do not seem like a dirty minded man,” I chirped at him.

“I usually am not, but for some reason you make me want to do very bad things,” he growled again, this time the tone of his voice mixed with his breath made every hair on my body come to a tension and I could feel my nether lips quiver at the thought of his hands on me.  I shivered as his hands moved slowly and cupped my breasts.  His lips caressed my neck and his teeth nipped at my earlobe, gently.  He whispered heavily into my ear, “Olivia, you make me feel like I’ve never felt before.  Please tell me I do the same for you.”

“Yeessss,” I whined as I arched my back.  I could feel my nipples aching to be touched.  “I never knew I should feel like this,” I admitted in broken words because my head was becoming fuzzy.

He turned my head so that he could lean around and kiss me, his one hand leaving my breast to brush my cheek with his large hands.  The kiss was light and feathery but leaving promises of what was to come.  When he pulled back we both paused and stared into each others eyes, causing the world to stop spinning.  When he opened his mouth to speak, I could have sworn his lips were moving in slow motion, yet the words came out clear as a crisp winter dawn, “I have fallen in love with you Olivia.”

The sentence spoke to me like bells on an angel’s wings.  Not only was it a declaration of his feelings but I felt like he was telling me that he would fight until the death for me, to make sure we would never have to be apart.  I was surprised when I felt him wipe a tear away from my cheek.

“Something wrong?” he asked in a concerned, quiet voice.

I just slowly shook my head, “No, everything is perfect.  You are perfect.  I love you too, Steven.”

A cocky yet meaningful smile spread across his face before he pulled me off the chair and up into his arms to kiss me hard.  I wrapped myself around him, allowing him to easily move us into the bedroom, completely forgetting about the half eaten container of ice cream still sitting on the counter.

We were standing face to face beside my bed, staring at each other for a moment.  I was so zoned in on her green emerald eyes that she startled me when I felt her fingers slowly working the buttons on my dress shirt.  She broke our staring contest so that she could focus on the undoing of each button with a slow, painful pace.  Once my shirt was hanging opened, her hands were running up my abdomen and to my shoulders, pushing my shirt off and onto the floor.  She immediately untucked my white undershirt and again ran her hands up my chest to push it up over my head.  Her hands left paths of static energy on my skin, causing my dick to ache as it pushed against the confines of my pants. 

I sucked in a breath as I watched her lean in and flick one of my nipples with her tongue, mimicking her previous display with the ice cream and spoon.  A loud groan escaped from my mouth as I felt her hand wander down below my belt and press up against my erection.  “Mmmm,” she hummed against my chest while she massaged the length and worked on my belt with her other hand.

I shivered when the cool room air caressed my newly freed dick when I stepped out of my dress pants and moved towards Liv who was now kneeling on the floor in front of me.  I smiled softly when I looked down to find her eyeing up my thick cock.  I knew what was coming, but it still didn’t prepare me for the feeling of her warm mouth devouring me.

“OOOooh, Liiiiiiv,” I moaned allowing my body to immerse itself in pleasure before threading my fingers through her hair.  She was somehow able to fully take me into her mouth, sending me through the roof when she’d hum as I would make her hold as she deep throated me.  The blood pounded in my ears, muting the sounds of her sucking me off and her silhouette was blackened out as she sucked me over the edge, squeezing my balls to heighten my orgasm as I screamed out her name.  I shot my load into the back of her mouth as she hummed in happiness, obviously enjoying the fruits of her labor.  Shit, that is fucking hot.

After I felt the blood going back to my limbs I lifted her up off her knees and went to work on undressing her, kissing every inch of her skin as I uncovered it.  By the time I got down to her panties, she was lying on her back on my bed staring up at me with eyelids heavy with lust.  I kneeled down between her legs, drug a hand down across her naked body, looping a pinky through her light pink, lacy thong and pulled it down to uncover the treasure I was eager to taste.

I kissed up into the sensitive part of her thigh, lightly laughing as she began squirming impatiently around, my hands holding down her tiny waist.  I breathed in her heady scent and drug the full, flat length of my tongue up along her dripping wet honey pot.  She must have been holding her breath because when she breathed out she moaned and pulled my face closer to her like she was afraid I wouldn’t follow through.  I lapped lazily at her, cleaning up her extra juices before thrusting my tongue in between her folds as I sucked on her pleasure button.

He hummed and I cried out incoherent curse words.  I bucked against his face wanting him never to stop making me feel this way.  He was bringing me quickly to my peak with just his mouth but I was completely at his mercy when he used his long fingers to stroke my core.  I swore I saw the Star of Bethlehem when my orgasm rushed through me.

I was still basically convulsing on the bed as he crawled up over top of me and kissed me with his swollen lips that tasted of me.  It was a kiss of promise, a pact to show that I was his and that he would protect me.  I wrapped my arms around his muscular back and hooked my legs around his ass to pull him down towards me.  I needed him inside of me and I wanted him to make love to me.

His easy smile lit up his face as he easily slipped inside of me, making me coo out his name in a lackadaisical tone.  He whispered over and over again that he loved me and that he would make everything work out the way it was supposed to.  He talked about how we were going to grow old together and spend many holidays together in each other’s arms.  I smiled when he spoke of wanting me to have his children and how he was going to make me his wife when the time was right.  I placed as finger on his lips to shush him at one point so that I could focus on the orgasm that was slowly building up as he stroked my nucleus.  I felt lucky to have such a big man to hold tight to as I screamed out in the dark bedroom that was just lit with dancing candle light.

We made love several more times throughout the night, taking cat naps in between sessions until the alarm went off reminding me that I had to return to my prison where the devil himself was awaiting my return.

“Steven, I need to leave now to make sure he doesn’t get suspicious,” I said as I pulled back from another impromptu good-bye kiss; it was 15 minutes after we kissed our first good-bye kiss.

I was still on cloud 9 as I walked down the hall to my apartment and unlocked the door.  I remember dropping my bag by the computer desk before the first hit that caused my world to go black.

New Story...

Please check out the new story I've been building... www.ifnotnow89.blogspot.com

Well, I'm sad to say that this will probably be the last story I write for roughly a year. For those who don't know me, I'm starting paramedic school in September and my friends and instructors have already warned me that I will have no life but studying, practicals and sleeping. So, I wanted to have one last hurrah before it is time to buckle down and become a full-time student for the first time since I graduated college a few years ago.

I will definitely be posting the rest of the stories I have written and posted on the Hockey Fantasy Fiction board since many have expressed interest in that...so no worries.

I only have a few chapters written of this so far and I contemplated on waiting to post it until it was finished, but like any writer, I am looking for feedback!! It will be a chapter or 2 until we learn about my new hockey muse... strangely, he has been someone that I've been attempting to write about for some time now, but nothing ever seemed to work until this time. I hope you all enjoy and will follow me along on this last adventure before my hiatus!!