Need Your Number: Tampa Thunder Series

Sitting in the locker room, my head shuffles through the past 24 hours.  My mind starts at the moment when Lucy and Fiona went to the bathroom.  While they were gone, I tell Luke I am proposing after the game.  He agrees it’s a great time, win or lose.  I am excited.  I text Penny and ask her to hold the ring for me so when they enter the ice, I can grab it.  I am so excited about this plan!  The guys are hyping me up even more!

Then it all goes to shit.  Fiona is crying; she has marks on her arm from that piece of shit.  It was an intense night, to say the least, especially since she slept at Lucy’s apartment.  This morning was better, though, seeing her happiness as we all show our support in our Converse, even Coach.  Her asking me to write the 27 on both her cheeks made my heart swell with so much love.  Seeing her in my number makes me feel good as a man, but having her let me add my number to her face – fuck, it felt good!  Then the team supported her anonymously on her post.  They are amazing.  Coach filled Luke and me in on what he did with the scouts.  We both thanked him and let him know what it meant to us.

“Let’s go, Miller.  Focus.  Bring your girl the championship!” Coach yells, pulling me out of my head.

I probably shouldn’t have focused on the past 24 hours before the game, but whatever.  I grab a few Airheads, then skate out.  Heading right to Fi, I toss the Airheads and then hold my hand against the glass much longer than I normally do.  I needed that moment with her, though.  She blows me a kiss and gives me the I love you sign.

We have warm up, then crowd the bench while Stuntz gives our pregame speech.

“We made it this far undefeated.  We have beat them before, let’s do it again.  Don’t let them use Fiona against us.  She wouldn’t want us to lose because of her.  We also owe her this championship.  On the count of three let’s go kick ass. One. Two. Three.”

We throw our hands up and yell, “Penguins!”

Skating into position, I am buzzing with energy.  The first period is eerily good.  No one scores, but there is also no shit talking.  The hits are harder than they need to be on both sides, but nothing abnormal for a championship game.  Heading into the second period, Justin’s teammates start dropping comments about Fiona.

“She’s a whore!”

“She is terrible in bed.”

“She gets around.”

“She is weird!”

They say all these comments as we play.  Luke finally snaps but Rodriguez grabs him by the back of the jersey.

“Don’t do it,” he warns.

The rest of the second half is full of taunts.  I shoulder check their right wing harder than I need to, but he wouldn’t shut up.  Luke is about to really lose it.  It’s just an echo around the rink of shitty comments about Fiona.  I pull myself off the ice with two minutes left, knowing my coverage is good and he will be fine for the two minutes.

I regret it, though, because at the end of the second period Justin skates over to Fiona.  He bangs on the glass and blows her a kiss.  I go to jump the boards, but I am pulled back by Coach.  Luke is skating faster than I have ever seen him, but Stuntz beats him there, wrapping his arms around him from behind, guiding him to our bench.  Justin waves at us as he skates by, giving us a wink.  A chorus of fuck you goes out from our entire bench.  I look at Fiona and she nods.

In the locker room we all take a breath and collect ourselves.

“We are 0-0; you need to go back out there and end this shit.  Beat him in the game.  He is already showing how shitty of a man he is.  Every single one of you need this win, so I suggest someone gets that fucking puck down the goddamn ice!” Coach yells.

“Coach is right, guys.  We need to focus on the win right now.  I am going to propose on the ice.  It would be great to do it as a national champion, ya know?” I say, shrugging.

The team laughs, we all slap each other’s backs, and head out.  The fire has been lit, so let’s get this shit blazing.

The third period immediately becomes a shit show.  As we line up for the face-off, Justin looks over at his teammate and says, “Wonder if I left a mark last night?”

Luke immediately says, “When you grabbed her and dragged her through the bar?  Let’s not make it out to be any more than it was, asshole.”

Justin laughs and replies, “Sometimes a bitch needs to be put in her place.”

The puck is dropped.  Stuntz heads down the ice, but Luke is headed to Justin.  I am headed to Luke, but I am too late.  They are already on the ground, fighting, gloves off.  I try and grab Luke up, but I can’t get him.  I see Coach telling me to back up.  I skate back a little so I don’t get a penalty called on me for participating.  Because Luke hit first, unprovoked physically, he got a five minute major penalty and GU was provided a power play.  Now we are playing 5 on 4 which, is never ideal.  Luckily in that time of us being down someone, they don’t score.

I get the puck right as the penalty clock expires.  I speed skate down, passing to Luke, who moves forward uncovered, shooting a perfect slapshot to the right of the goalie’s hip.  With the buzzer going off, we have the goal.  It’s hard to make a play with someone coming out of the box, but it was a perfect opportunity with no one expecting Luke to be prepared for the pass.

Both teams are tired and on edge.  We have ten minutes left on the clock when Justin finally starts trying to get to me. “You are going to get bored of missionary sometime.  She is fucking boring in bed,” he says loudly. Luke’s eyes flare with anger.  I give him a subtle head shake to ignore it and Luke skates off.  “Weird, because she never had a real orgasm with you.  Yet I have her orgasming multiple times a night,” I say.

“Bullshit, she doesn’t even give good head,” he says.

“I have her choking on my cock every night.  She loves when you stick a finger in her ass while you eat her pussy.  Oh, and if you call her a good girl while you wrap your hand around her throat, she squirts,” I say, chuckling.

He doesn’t realize it yet, but he will in ten seconds. Arguing with me, he let his team down and Stuntz is about to make a goal.

BUZZ!

The buzzer rings loud.

“Bro, I don’t know how you got him distracted but, go you,” Luke says, skating by.

It’s probably best he doesn’t know.  Before I can respond, Justin is charging me.  He rips off his gloves, tackling me to the ground.  I lay perfectly still, taking the hits.  He is about to get himself ejected.

“You are a fucking asshole.  She is a prude and shitty in bed!  Everything you say is a fucking lie!” he yells, punching me.

“Whatever you want to believe.  I won’t be thinking of you tonight while I call her a good girl and choke her.  I won’t think of you while she squirts.  I won’t think of you while I eat her delicious pussy.  And guess what – she won’t think of you either,” I say.

He keeps hitting me, even with the linesman trying to pull him off me.  They finally get him off me and he gets a ten-minute major penalty, and we get the power play with only seven minutes left.  We get to play 5 on 4 until the end of the game.

Once the team trainer is done looking at me and wiping the blood off my face, I hit the ice, nodding at Fiona.  We end the game with Stuntz getting one more goal with thirty seconds left.  We all dog pile him.  We just finished an undefeated season, won the championship in a shutout, and everyone I love is here.  I couldn’t be happier!  Confetti is blasting everywhere, and the families flood the ice.  The fun thing is the other team has to stay in their box or on the ice for media while we celebrate.  So when Penny sprints to me so she can get me the ring, I smile, knowing Justin, and the nation, will see this.

Fiona comes over, jumps up, and kisses me. “My champion,” she murmurs against me.

I set her down carefully, hoping she doesn’t notice the circle of our families, my teammates, and the media forming around us. “Fiona, thank you for helping me get here.  A few weeks ago I asked your siblings, Celisa, and your parents for their permission to marry you.” She starts crying.

“They all said yes.  My family said they already think of you as a daughter.  I want to spend the rest of my life with you, regardless of where that puts us geographically.  I wasn’t sure when to propose, but last night prior to the incident, I decided on this moment.  I want to go into the next chapter as champions of love together.  So, Fiona Marie Campbell, will you do me the honor by becoming my wife?” I drop to my knee, producing the ring.

“Yes, of course. Yes!” she cries.

I slide the ring on her and stand up, kissing her. “The ring is perfectly me,” she says. “It is you.  Between your Pinterest, Celisa, and Lucy it better have been perfect.  It was also lab created,” I murmur into her lips.

Our families surround us in celebration.  The team and Coach come to give their congratulations. The media come interview me, but I keep Fiona at my side.  I want the world to see that yes, I won a hockey game, but I got the ultimate prize afterwards with my fiancé.

Coach walks up and says, “I know you have an amazing ring on that left hand but don’t forget we have a championship ring for the other hand.  To our season MVP!”

The team cheers loudly.

I look over in time to see Justin rolling his eyes. You can tell he is pissed about everything; the loss, the engagement, the media attention on us.

Lucy walks up.  “There is something you both should know.  Someone filmed Justin when he came out for warmups and when he came over at the end of the second period.  They also posted it, along with some audio they got from the game.  It’s going viral with the teams’ comments about standing against abuse.  People know,” she says, nodding his way.

I see that the media has moved on from us and is beginning to hound Justin with questions about the video going around.  He looks enraged and doesn’t answer any questions.  He just glares at us.

I turn my focus back on Fi.  I expect Fiona to freak out, but she doesn’t. She stays calm and says, “Well maybe now other women will steer clear of him.” I kiss her on her temple, so proud of her. It’s time to head to the locker room.  The ice is finally clearing out when Justin comes over.

“You ruined my life, you filthy whore.  I know all the slutty things you do with him.  You stupid bitch.  I can’t believe you would let people find out how you let me treat you.  Aren’t you embarrassed for allowing yourself to be manipulated and treated horribly?” he screams at her.

She cocks an eyebrow at me about the sex stuff and I shrug.  I am about to say something, though, when she places a hand on my chest.

“I didn’t ruin your life, you did.  I am not embarrassed, but you should be for behaving like this.  You couldn’t even make me orgasm.  I don’t know why I ever stayed with you.  I am marrying a man who respects me and treats me the way I deserve to be treated,” she calmly tells him.

“Oh, so letting him choke you is respecting you,” he scoffs.

She looks at me again, and again I shrug.

“I trust him 100%, so yeah, choking me is respecting me.  He also cares for me after sex.  He isn’t a two pump chump in missionary, either,” she says, turning to me.  “You will pay for telling him that,” she says, kissing my arm.

“I am offering two orgasms from oral before I fuck your brains out while you wear MY number,” I say.

“Deal,” she says.

“Good girl.  Let’s go!” I say, and she giggles.

When we are out of ear shot she says, “I can’t believe you told him about the choking!”

“In my defense, it’s what distracted him while Stuntz got the goal,” I tell her.

“Fine, I forgive you,” she says, kissing me before I head into the locker room.

This might be our last time together in our favorite arena, so I decide to be reckless.  As we head to the locker room, we pass a storage closet.  I quickly pull her in.

“What the hell, Zane, it’s dark in here!” she yells.

“Shh, baby girl, I just want to fuck my fiancé in our favorite arena on my championship night,” I say, and start kissing her.

I drop my helmet and gloves and begin pulling her pants down.  I slide two fingers in her; she is fucking soaked.

“So, babe, is it the dark closet and the chance we could get caught, or is it rubbing your orgasms in Justin’s face that made you this wet?” I tease.

“Both, I think.  Shut up and fuck me, fiancé,” she says, making my dick so hard I think it’s going to break against my pants.

“Turn around and spread your legs,” I tell her, working on getting my pants down.  Hockey pants are not easy to have a quickie in; note to self for the future.

“Good girl,” I whisper as I guide myself into her.

She moans, pushing her ass further into me.

“I am so lucky to have a fiancé who takes my cock so good,” I moan.

I am about to cum already with the adrenaline from the day.  I rub her clit and then wrap my hand around her throat.  And we both climax together, her pussy tightening around me.  We get dressed quickly. “I don’t have anything to clean you up.  But don’t think I wouldn’t if I had something,” I say, before we slip out the door.  She heads to her car and tells me she will meet me at home.