Beyond the Game: A Surprise Pregnancy Sports Romance (Chicago Red Tails Book 3)

I set her down slowly, her body sliding against mine.

Fuck, she smells good.

Like ice.

Like Summer.

Like victory.

My hand cupping the side of her head, I kiss her forehead and then her cheek, her nose, and her chin and then I drop to my knees. Slipping a few fingers into the top of her leggings, I pull them down and help her step out of them, removing her heels only for a moment before helping her step back into them. When I stand up, she reaches for the hem of her jersey but I stop her.

“No. Leave it.”

I step back and take a long minute to look at her. Really look at her. My jersey hangs on her body like a sexy dress, the hem covering the perfect curve of her ass. Her toned and bare legs lead to the red fuck me heels. Her long golden locks in loose waves over her shoulders hides the slope of her neck.

“Do you have any idea how stunningly beautiful you look right now?”

She doesn’t respond so I continue. “Ever since I entered the NHL, I’ve had this dream. This fantasy of fucking someone wearing my jersey. And I don’t mean my jersey like any old jersey with my name on it. I mean this moment, right here. The woman of my dreams, the one I would do anything for, wearing my literal jersey. With my name across her back. And my number and nothing else, while I’m balls deep inside her.”

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Tatum drags her arms inside her shirt, and reaches behind her back. Seconds later, she’s tossing the black shirt she had on underneath my jersey as well her bra to the floor in a show that tells me she now has nothing on under that number seventy-seven.

“Well, Sir,” she says, stepping up to me and laying her hand on my chest. “You are about to get very lucky because your wildest fantasy is about to come true.”

“Holy fucking shit, Tate.” I shake my head, marveling at her. “You make me so goddamn hard.”

She stands on her tip toes and brushes her lips against mine and then whispers, “Then use me, Dex. You’ve given me so much and now it’s your turn. Take me. Use me. Need me.”

“I do need you, Tate.”

I press my lips against hers in another kiss, slower this time, tasting her, deepening the connection we share with just the intimacy of our mouths until she’s whimpering in my arms. And when I can’t stand it any longer, I turn us both, hard, until she’s pressed against the floor to ceiling window, the darkened lake and city lights below her only view.

Standing behind her I whistle lightly. “Now that is a view.”

She might be looking at the lights and water below, but I have a full view of her gorgeous body covered in nothing but my name and it is fucking everything.

“Can anyone see me up here? Against this window, I mean?”

I moan my appreciation as I suck on her soft earlobe. “Do you want them to see you?”

She doesn’t answer at first. I wrap her hair around my hand and pull her head back, exposing her neck while I sneak my hand around her waist and down between her warm legs. “Answer me.”

“I…” She lets go of a heavy breath. “Dex, my body is on fire right now. If someone wants to watch, let them watch. I don’t fucking care.”

I’m impressed.

That’s not at all what I expected her to say.

“Unfortunately, Tatum, I don’t like to share, so no. You can see out, but nobody can see in. Rest assured you are mine, and only mine.” I kiss the spot right behind her ear and then murmur, “Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”

Her breath catches but she does what I ask and I reward her with a finger against her wet swollen clit. “Christ, you’re wet for me, Tate.”

So goddamn wet.

“Yes,” she breathes. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Dex. Please don’t make me beg.”

Answering her plea, I reach back and pull my shirt off over my head and then sink down to my knees, positioning myself between her legs and peppering kisses up the backs of her thighs until I hit that sweet spot that makes her euphoric. Spreading her with my thumbs, I lean forward and take the first taste I’ve had of her way too long.

And she does not fucking disappoint.

“Just how I remembered. Fucking delicious, Tate.”

“Oh, God!”

Her breathing picks up and she moans in pleasure, fogging the window. Unable to bear it any longer, I unzip my pants and free my strained cock, palming it in my hand and giving it a squeeze as I lick her again. And then I’m insatiable. Greedy. Ferocious. Ravenous. One drop of her and the room spins around me. I’m delirious and immersed at the same time as my number one goal becomes eating her out until she screams.

I start with long lethargic strokes against her with a flick of my tongue on her clit, again and again, and again until she’s writhing over me.

“Dex! Oh, God…I can’t…”

“You can baby.”

I lap at her clit once, twice, three times and then suck. Hard.

“Fuuuuck, Dex.” She leans her forehead against the window, the chill outside cooling her flushed face as she tries to control her breathing.

She’s really bad at it by the way.

But I love her just like this.

Spinning out of control at my hand. With my tongue. And my name on her back.

I go in for the kill, swirling my tongue over her clit and then pushing inside her with two fingers, curling them against her inner wall.

And. I. Do. Not. Stop.

She moves her hips over my face, forward and back, forward and back working herself into a frenzy.

“Yes! Yes! Dex! I’m…I’m coming…Fuuuuck Dex!” She gasps and bites her hand as she comes over my mouth, my tongue enjoying every drop she gives me as her hips slow.

Christ, she has me so hard if I don’t get inside her right now, I might blow like a fucking teenager. I waste no time standing up and then slip my hands under the front of her jersey until I’m holding both of her breasts in my hands.

“I need to be inside you, Tatum,” I murmur against her. “I’m a fucking hungry man and I’ve missed you so goddamn much.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” She pants.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

“I’m not going to break, Dex. Fuck me like you need to.”

Jesus Christ.

This woman.

“Put your hands on the window, Tate. And brace yourself.”

I pull her hips back a little and have to bend my knees slightly to line myself up behind her and with one feral thrust I’m sliding inside her. My eyes squeezing shut as I focus on how she feels.

“Tatum…shit. This isn’t going to last long this first time, babe. I’m sorry.”

She’s nothing but moans and whimpers. “Sooo good.”

Glancing down at our connection, I push as far inside her as I can until I bottom out.

“Fuck. So deep.”

Her body takes my cock with ease. Like I was made for her and she for me and the thought that there is one person in this world made specifically for me and she’s right here, naked in front of me, fuck…the idea sets my body on fire. If my cock can grow any harder it just did and I can’t hold back any longer. She pushes back against me and it’s the invitation I need to drive into her harder and harder, moving my hips forward to meet hers. At my next thrust, she clenches around me and I stumble against her, grasping her hips to steady myself.

“Fuck, Tatum. Do that again.”

Her body tightens around me while I’m inside her, squeezing me, milking me, and I’m a goner. My balls start to tighten and ache, and I feel the surge at the base of my spine and before I know what happens, my orgasm is ripping through me and I’m a breathless, sweaty mess.

“You are gorgeous,” I tell her as I kiss the small of her back, my cock still dripping inside her. “And you feel even more incredible than I remember.”

Pulling out of her, I’m halfway to hard all over again, clearly not done reconnecting with the girl of my dreams. She turns in my arms and I lift my jersey over her head, marveling at her beauty. Her body is different now, and I can see the nervousness in her eyes when I gaze at her.

“What are you thinking?”

She swallows and crosses her arms over her chest. “This isn’t the same body you had fun with a year ago. Pregnancy took its toll. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry?” My eyes grow large. “I’m sorry?” I shake my head. “Wait, wait, wait.” I cup her whole face in my hands. “Surely you are not standing here in front of me apologizing for your body because of how you look now that you’ve carried and birthed our child.”

“Dex, I—”

“I love you, Tatum.”

Her big doe eyes stare back at me. She definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that.

“Did you hear me?”

Wordlessly, she nods.

“Do I need to say it again?”

“I…yes.”

“I love you, Tatum Lowe.” I brush her hair back, my fingers playing with the ends. “I love everything about you. I love these new curves,” I tell her, running my hands down her hips. “And these little marks right here.” I trace a finger over one of her stretch marks. “These marks celebrate what your gorgeous body did for us. For me. For Summer. You’re a warrior, Tatum. And besides, have you seen my body? It’s covered in hockey scars from one accident or another. Did you know some of my teeth aren’t even real?”

“Dex,” she huffs a quiet laugh.

“Fuck, Tatum. I’m in love with you. All of you. I want you. I want you all the goddamn time. I want you with clothes on and with clothes off. I want you when I’m sleeping and when I’m awake. I want you on the ice and off. Every minute of every goddamn day. I want you. You’re beautiful. Stunning. When you’re around I have trouble keeping my eyes and hands off you. And don’t get me started on what you do to this guy,” I tell her, pointing to my now weighty erection.

Her eyes fall to my cock and her mouth falls open, her tongue gliding swiftly across her lips and I almost chuckle. She’s like a lioness looking at her next meal and I’m fucking here for it. Her eyes meet mine and then they fall back to my cock. She walks me backwards until my legs hit my bed. She pushes me down and pulls off my pants and briefs and then gestures with her head.

“Against the headboard. Now,” she demands.

Holy shit.

My girl’s going all alpha on me.

And I don’t hesitate for one fucking second.

I scoot myself back against the headboard, leaning back on the pillows, completely bare for her. My hardened cock resting on my stomach, a bead of cum drowning my Prince Albert piercing. Tatum climbs onto the bed and maneuvers over my body until she’s sitting between my legs. She wraps her hand around my shaft and I close my eyes with a heavy sigh. “Fuck yes.”

She strokes me from root to tip and then lightly licks the bead of cum from the head, her tongue swirling in a crazy eight pattern around the tiny silver barbell. Flexing my hip, I run my hand through her hair as she lowers her mouth over me.

“That’s it, baby. Take me in. Suck me.” My eyes roll back at the feel of her mouth around my cock. She takes me in with perfection, her tongue circling me as she squeezes the base of my shaft with her hand. “So fucking good.” She pumps her mouth over me several times, taking me as deep as she can, her sucking noises making me even harder if that’s possible. Just as she has me nearing the edge, she stops, gazing up at me under her hooded eyes. She bends each of my legs at my knees and spreads my thighs wide.

Mother fucker.

“Tatum…”

“I love you too, Dex. Let me show you.”

She sinks down and rims my ass with her tongue and fuuuuck does that feel incredible. She sucks on each of my balls, and then runs her tongue up and over my cock, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. In my blissed-out state, I watch as she slides her hand between her legs, lubes her fingers in her own arousal mixed with my cum, and then circles my ass once again.

And then she gently presses a finger inside me.

I gasp a deep breath. “Fuuuuuck me, Tatum.”

One hand holding the base of my cock, she sucks me into her mouth at the same time she presses her finger inside me…and then another.

“Fucking, Christ.”

She doesn’t relent. She keeps her pace. Tasting me. Touching me. Controlling me. Everything in me wants me to squeeze my eyes closed and lay my head back reveling in this magical feeling but damn it all to hell, I can’t not watch what she’s doing to me.

“Babe…fuck…I’m…”

My muscles tense with the acceleration of her speed. The slickness of her fingers, the pulse building inside me.

Slip, slide, squeeze, stroke.

Slip, slide, squeeze, stroke.

Slip, slide, squeeze, stroke.

“Oh, God.”

“Fuck.”

“Yessssss.”

“Tatuuuuuum.”

“I’m gonna….”

My mouth opens wide as I try to catch my breath. My cock swells, and I fear Tatum might choke and then I’m coming so damn hard I spring out of her mouth and spray her lips, her chin, her chest.

“Holy fucking…hell.”

She pants and wipes my cum from her face, sucking on her fingers like they’re candy coated, and pulls her other two fingers from inside me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come so damn hard in my entire life.”

She gives me a drunk, satisfied smile and then leans forward on her knees to kiss my lips. “I love you, Dex Foster.”

“I fucking love you, Tatum.”

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tightly against me, my hands running through her hair and up and down her back as we take a moment to rest, and all I can think about is what a lucky son of a bitch I am. I owe Tatum’s friend Eliza the world for encouraging me to hit on Tatum that night in Key West. I owe Tatum the world for making me a dad and for giving me the greatest, most precious gift she could ever give me. My life finally feels full. Like I have a purpose other than just lacing up my skates and hitting a puck with a stick.

I have a daughter. A sweet child who will always have me in her court. I’ll bend over backwards to give her every happiness she could ever want. I’ll be there to guide her through life and teach her to persevere. And I’ll be the one to show her that no matter what kind of person she thinks she’s meant to be, no matter who others think she is or should be, she gets to choose who she wants to be. She gets to choose her own path.

Just like I’m choosing mine.

“Move in with me.” The words tumble so effortlessly from my mouth I wonder if I even said them out loud or if maybe I only said them in my mind.

Tatum slowly lifts from my chest, meeting my blissful gaze. “What did you say?”

“I said move in with me.”

“Are you serious?”

“Fucking serious Tate. You’re not that far from work. You could carpool with Rory. There’s more than enough room here for you and Summer. I could take her to daycare with me every day.”

“But…what about Rory. I can’t just encroach on her space.”

“Then we’ll get our own space.”

Her eyes grow even larger. “What?”

“Yeah. Let’s buy a house. Be a family. Raise Summer together.”

“I…”

“I love you, Tatum. I love you so goddamn much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I won’t ask you to marry me if that’s not what you’re ready for but that doesn’t mean we can’t be together. I’m committed to you. To Summer. To this little family of ours. I want it all. And I want it with you.”

“Are you sure this isn’t some post-orgasmic high or something?”

I laugh. “No. I promise it’s not.” I lay a palm to the side of her face. “I want you, Tatum. I want you and Summer with me always. I know it’s sudden and I know our relationship hasn’t exactly been conventional, but it’s not like we’re two lovesick teenagers. We’re adults. We’re old enough to know what we want and make our own choices and I choose you, babe. I choose us. I want us. Please, say you’ll move in with me.”

She huffs a soft laugh and smiles back at me, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re really serious? You want this?”

“I want this more than I want the Stanley Cup in our arena.”

“Whoa. Don’t go jinxing yourself. Alright, alright. We’ll move in.”

With a huge smile on my face, I press my lips to hers and kiss her senseless. “Thank you, Tatum. Thank you for making us a family.”

She moves across me, straddling my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Thank you for giving me a man to hug and kiss.”

I throw my head back in laughter. “Ben Dover loves Amanda Hugginkis.”