Three years later
SETH
I walked into the apartment and couldn't help but appreciate the strong aroma of garlic and cheese that entered my nostrils. That was a warm welcome that I never expected. I dropped my travel bag onto the floor and padded into the room.
Chanel was perched at the top of the Cat tree, silently judging me from her throne. She hopped down, the bell in her neck chimed pleasantly as she brushed several times between my legs. That was usually her way to welcome me home. I scratched her below the neck before I glanced up at the cat’s owner.
Emily stood at the stove, her mousy hair tied in some complicated-looking knots, a few curls hung loosely around her face. She looked hot wearing one of my t-shirts that she almost floated in, the length of which reached below her knees. I liked the domestic vibe I was getting from this.
She smiled at me when I stepped into the kitchen. "Hey, you."
"Hmmm...smells good. What are you making?"
"I thought that you must be jet-lagged and tired and hungry after all that traveling..."
I had flight food, but she didn't need to know that.
She went on, "So, I decided to surprise you with dinner today." She pulled on a pair of mitts, opened the oven and pulled out a medium-sized tray oozing with lasagna, and presented it in front of me like it was my prize, "Tadaaa..."
My smile was starting to fade a little, I mean don't get me wrong, I was touched by her gesture. Emily had cooked for me which was usually rare because I never allowed her to. The kitchen looked like it had barely survived a natural calamity. Two of her fingers were in band-aids.
I noticed our little round four-sitter dining table was arranged with two plates, glasses, flowers, and candles.
"You did all of this for me?" I took her hand and kissed her injured fingers.
"Yeah. It's been a while since we went out on a real date and it was the perfect opportunity for me to cook."
She sliced into a generous amount of lasagna and put it on a plate and handed me a fork.
"It looks amazing." I cut into the lasagna and took a bite of it.
She stared at me like she was the contestant of a cooking competition and I was Gordan Ramsay about to annihilate her dish and drown her chef career.
"Well?"
The cheese was the only saving grace, the meat was bland but again, she must have worked hard to make me happy.
"Delicious."
She pursed in lips in annoyance, she knew I was bullshitting like I always did whenever she tried her hand in cooking. She snatched the fork out of my hand and took a bite of the food.
As she chewed it, she threw her fork, frustrated at herself, "It's bad, and you are a liar."
"Em, baby, I was super hungry and I can still eat this." I pulled the entire casserole towards myside and began eating it like it was no big deal.
She pulled it back on her side, "No you're not. It's going into the garbage."
"Okay, you know what? Let me fix it. It will taste better."
She sighed; a sad expression clouding her face. "I don't understand. Why is it so hard for me to cook? It looked so easy when I saw the recipe on YouTube. Maybe I'm not doing the right things. It ends up tasting awful, I mean it's not rocket science."
"Babe, I told you to leave the cooking to me and you can stick with the cleaning."
I'll be honest here and say Emily's cleaning skills weren't up to par either. Let's say that she sucked at both cooking and cleaning but it wasn't her fault that she was born into a privileged family and she was used to having servants and chefs at her disposal since the day she was born.
That didn't stop her from trying hard to fit into the peasant life.
She did it for me.
I remember when I first moved to Canada, I lived in the college dorms with my teammates because that was convenient, the first few months were difficult because Emily was working hard to apply for a job here and we had to maintain a long-distance relationship. We had some arguments although minor, it seemed to always steam from the fact that I was super busy with my schedule, and although she was an understanding girlfriend, you could see the uncertainty in her eyes whenever we spoke over videocall.
It wasn't a secret that hockey players got a lot of girls easily. I didn't even need to do anything, and there would be some willing girl looking to please me. I'm not being an arrogant asshole here but that was the reality of it. Emily knew those facts and started getting extremely worried.
When she was finally here, I bought a small studio apartment with the side-job money that I had and she was shocked with the size of the place but never complained.
She set up her computer at one corner of the room and when she left for college, she'd throw her clothes on the chair like a dumping ground and I'd be the one folding them and putting them neatly in the wardrobe. Being born to a mother who had worked as a housekeeper most of her life, I'd been drilled with the habit of organizing and cleanliness. I guess I was a little OCD too.
The only thing that Emily was really good at was doing the dishes or planning dates, going on a shopping spree, or giving me gifts.
I took the casserole from her and covered it with foil.
"I'm hungry for something else entirely." I gave her a wicked smile.
She giggled, "What?"
"You don't know what it is?" I circled my arms around her waist and claimed her lips in a slow, torturous kiss, drawing out the pleasure, making her moan.
I missed her so much and we were just separated for one week. My hands searched for the hem of the shirt she was wearing, my fingers tracing the smooth skin underneath.
I tore my mouth away from her, "Guess what? I got drafted by a major junior hockey league and it's a two-year contract."
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed, looking overjoyed, "That is amazing! Congratulations!"
I kissed her hard.
"If I scored well in the upcoming rookie seasons, I could be qualified to go into the NHL entry draft, and that would be my chance to go Pro."
She kissed me several times excitedly, cupping my face in both her hands,"I'm so proud of you."
"I mean it's tough baby, but I've worked hard for this all my life and it all seems to be going as I planned so far. When I called mom to tell her that, she couldn't stop talking."
Her eyes were shining with pride and genuine love as she hugged me fiercely, "You will win the Stanley Cup too, I just know it."
I pulled out a box with a bottle of Champagne from it. "I thought we should celebrate this."
"Of course."
We spent a few minutes looking for the cork, and it's not like in the movies where you uncork the bottle with finesse. Nah, that never happens. I had to struggle for five minutes before the thing popped off.
But instead of looking for the glasses, I reached for the hem of her oversized t-shirt and pulled it over her head.
She gave out a surprised gasp when I grabbed her hips and hoisted her up to make her sit on the kitchen island. She was topless, and the only thing she was wearing was a teasing piece of satin green covering her pussy.
I grabbed the bottle and poured some onto her nipples, making her wince.
* * *
EMILY
I was shocked to see the golden liquid dripping down my breasts, I had never taken Seth for someone who liked to experiment in the bedroom.
His mouth covered my nipple, and the chilled liquid on my skin was now turning warm with his mouth on it. He lapped on it aggressively, kissing, licking, and pulling at the bud until it was sensitive. My fingers were bunched into his hair.
With expert fingers he pulled the fabric of my panties aside and pressed his finger over the bud, thrust his thick finger inside. I started moving my hips reflexively towards his finger.
"Looks like you're ready for me. Let's go into the bedroom."
"What about dinner?"
"It can wait." He said impatiently.
Once in bed, he pulled down the tented sports shorts freeing his cock.
I pushed him onto his back and took his long length into my mouth. He almost bounced off the mattress, "Oh, fuck."
I licked the entire shaft and stroked him slowly, taking the pink swollen tip into my mouth and sucking on it, torturing him with slow licks.
Seth had his fingers buried into my hair, "That feels so good, keep doing that baby...oh yes...just like that...fuck...."
I licked his balls making him loose his mind.
And then the doorbell rang.
* * *
SETH
"Whoever it is will fucking leave."
Emily laughed, "but it could be Timmy."
Tim was our neighbor, and he would always be running out of things in his kitchen, be it eggs or sugar.
"Tim could grab his damn wallet and go to the nearest grocery store like we all do."
Emily was finding this hilarious, but I wasn’t. I had a certain need to bury myself balls deep inside her and then repeat that a few more times tonight. I ignored the doorbell and yanked her body into my lap. Hastily, I entered her, and my body shook with unadulterated bliss as I fit her like a glove.
I brought Emily's mouth to mine to kiss her while I pumped into her relentlessly, ignoring the doorbell that was getting aggressive by the second.
“Seth…”she moaned softly.
I’d been dying to hear her make these sounds.
She pulled away from the kiss reluctantly, "Babe, maybe we should answer the door."
I've waited to fuck her for an entire week and now when I was finally inside her, I had to answer the godamn door because douchebag Timmy had a missing ingredient in his fucking kitchen.
With a frustrated growl, I pulled out of her reluctantly. "You better be ready to help me dispose of a body because I'm sure as hell killing this guy tonight," I grumbled, putting on a t-shirt lying on the floor.
She wore my oversized t-shirt again. Her lips were swollen, all thanks to me almost chewing them out, her neck was starting to have a hickey and she had sex hair. Her nipples which I'd been sucking on for an eternity were sticking through the t-shirt's fabric.
"Oh, hell no, you're not going like that in front of him."
She rolled her eyes, "Your t-shirt is like a dress. It covers everything.”
"Wear a bra of something. I mean, I love your tits and I'd rather you roam around naked at home all day but that's only for my viewing pleasure."
"Fine Mr. Caveman!" She went to the cupboard to hunt for something appropriate to wear.
I ran my hand through my hair a few times and walked out of the room towards the main door. The bell continued to ring.
I was so fucking pissed; Timmy would be lucky if I didn't blow off his head.
Irritated, I opened the door without looking into the peephole, "Hey, what's your problem?"
I did not expect to be staring at three familiar faces in the doorway.
"Uhhh...what are you guys doing here?"
"Thank you for the warm welcome, Monroe." Indigo patted my back as he brushed past me into the apartment.
"Look at you, standing in the doorway, welcoming guests with a constipated look on your face and sex tousled hair." That was Sky.
"No one told me anything."
"I brought fried chicken; hope you don't mind." Carson raised a bucket of KFC.
Bet he was going to eat that entire bucket alone.
"You don't seem too glad to see us. We traveled across the country to surprise you." Indie said.
"You surprised me alright."
"He's just pissed you interrupted his sex marathon." Sky teased me.
"She's right."
Emily appeared from the bedroom wearing her baggy t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. She wasn't taken aback to see them which told me a lot of things.
"They wanted to give you a surprise so I never told you that they are in town." She admitted guiltily.
"Consider me shooketh."
"Aw. You can resume fucking like bunnies tomorrow."
I glared at Sky, "what do you mean tomorrow? You're telling me that you're staying here tonight?"
"Of course where else do you want us to go?" She put her hands on her hips, exasperated, she pulled out like a dozen packets of chips from a shopping bag, dips and beer.
"Guys, how does the tv remote work?" Carson chimed in.
"Relax, Monroe, she's screwing with you," Indie said with a smile.
No, I don't think she was joking.
"I'm not! I even brought board games so that Emily and I can pull an all-nighter and have a girl's night. It's a weekend tomorrow." She then looked at Indie, "You and Carson can go back to the hotel."
“Roger that, ma’am.”
"And where would I sleep?" I asked.
"On the couch, obviously."
Emily pleaded with me with her eyes. Great, just fucking great. Now my girlfriend wanted to do this girl's pajama party apparently and leave me with a case of blue balls for the night.
"Does anyone know where I can find a bottle of ketchup in this kitchen?" Carson called out from the kitchen as he opened all the cabinets. He looked like a bear looking desperately for his honey.
I sighed, "well, I don't have a choice I guess."
"No, you don't."
We all had fun that night. They enjoyed the revamped version of Emily's lasagne. I added some flavor to it so it wasn't as bland as it used to be.
I watched with interest as Sky and Carson bickered and there was something about the way she would keep teasing him. Through the past two years that I'd moved here, I knew she'd replaced me with Carson. I used to be that best friend, but instead of feeling upset, I was genuinely glad that she had managed to build an unlikely friendship with the gorilla.
I also didn't fail to notice how Indie would look at her and find excuses to touch her. I wasn't sure how far they had come, but it was high time that Sky told Indie the truth about her past. I think he deserved to know.
If he liked her enough, I don't think her past would matter to him.
"Alright, folks, we'll see you in the morning," Indie said, marching towards the door at around three a.m in the morning. "Let's catch up for brunch or something tomorrow."
Carson would have slept on the carpet if I'd let him but Indie was good at hauling his ass out of the door.
“You sure you’ll be okay, man? You can always sleep in the bathtub.” I suggested.
Indie flipped me the bird, “Thanks for caring, Monroe.”
“You’re always welcome.”
* * *
EMILY
Sky and I had talked so much, she later ended up snoring when I was telling her about my classes at the university. It was past four-thirty a.m, and I wasn’t sure I was going to get any sleep. Seth was probably sleeping by now too.
It felt weird not having him in bed with me. I had gotten used to planting my leg over him in my sleep, and he was just so nice, he didn’t even push my leg away, instead, he would caress my skin slowly until I had to snuggle into his arms.
He never made me feel overwhelmed about my weight because he was so much larger than I was and he teased me and said he loved a girl that he could grab onto. I wasn’t even scared of the puck bunnies stealing my man because I’d seen them, even met a few when I visited Seth’s university and they weren’t exactly his type.
My phone chimed on the dresser indicating that there was a message.
Seth: You awake?
Me: Yup.
Immediately after I sent the reply, the door partly opened, I saw Seth’s broad frame blocking the doorway. He stepped in slowly, making sure he didn’t wake up Skylar.
“Baby…” he called me his sultry voice, that tone usually had me melting like butter on a skillet.
He probably wanted to finish what we started that evening until the doorbell rang.
I looked at Sky. “We have to be quick.”
He laughed, “What? She’s our little kid or something? Would she be disappointed if she found out mommy and daddy were making love?”
I punched him playfully against his brick-like bicep. He pulled me outside into the living room and closed the door behind him.
I eyed him, curiously, “The couch?”
He smiled but he looked nervous.
That was a little scary. Why was he acting like this?
He dug into the pockets of his shorts and then he pulled out a little box and opened it in front of me.
I was staring at a solitaire diamond ring in his hand, my heart accelerated as I tried to process what was happening here when Seth went down on one knee, his eyes looked smothering in the dim lighting of the room.
“Emily…” I was so preoccupied with the emotions going haywire that I think I forgot to breathe, “Will you marry me?”
“I…”
“I don’t come from a wealthy family like you do, and I’ve made a ton of mistakes in my life, bad mistakes that I wish I could undo. I might never be able to give you a super luxurious life, but regardless of everything, I want you so much because you’re a beautiful girl, inside and out and I can’t picture a life without you in it.” He gave me a huge smile, my eyes glistened with tears. “If you give me a chance, I promise to keep you happy for the rest of our lives…”
I put my arms around his neck, “Yes, yes, of course, I’ll marry you.”
“And I’ll also promise to give you lots of babies.” He added.
“How many?” I teased him.
“Let me see…how about an entire hockey team?”