Need Your Number: Tampa Thunder Series

Need Your Number: Chapter 23



I get the text that Zane finished his finals when I come back off the soccer field.  I don’t have pockets in the skirt I am in, so I left my phone on the bench.  I am happy for him.  I remember that post-finals relief.  Add on that he is back on the ice, so I know he is really happy right now.  I finish up here before I stop to get us ice cream for dessert on my way home.

Starting on dinner, I flip on the spin-off for the vampire series I finished last week.  I love these shows so much; they are my comfort shows.  Zane comes home and immediately showers me in kisses.  I love how loved he makes me feel.

“Congratulations on being done, babe!” I tell him as he sets me on the counter.

“Thank you, baby,” he murmurs against my lips.  We make out like high school kids while we wait for dinner to finish.  I insist on not going any farther because I really don’t want anything to burn.

Dinner is delicious and we have some ice cream for dessert.  As we finish the dishes, I find myself being placed back on the counter.  My skirt is pulled up and I hear Zane suck in a breath.  I took off my panties between dinner and dessert, hoping we would end up back in this position.

“Babe, tell me you didn’t wear this short skirt with no panties outside with the soccer team today,” he says, looking up at me.

This could be fun, I think as I say, “I didn’t have any clean panties.  It was fine; there was no wind.”

He smacks my pussy.

“I will do your laundry, if that’s the case, or wear pants.  Babe, we can’t have another man seeing this pussy.  It’s all mine to look at, to taste, to touch, to fuck,” he says while he lowers his head to me.  Licking my slit from top to bottom, he looks back up.

“Do you understand, babe?” he growls as he gives my clit the smallest nip, sending me over the edge.

“Yes. Yes,” I breathe, trying to even out my breath.

He goes to town with his mouth; he is so fucking good at eating me out.  He swirls his tongue over my clit before blowing on it slightly.  I clench my thighs around his head and grab his hair, pulling him into me.

I moan out, “Please don’t stop, Zane, please,” and he doesn’t stop.

He pulls me closer to him, spreading me out before sticking his fingers in and I cum immediately.

He pulls his pants down, guiding himself in.  He fucks me hard and fast on the counter before he bends me over our kitchen table.  He smacks my ass right before he enters me again.  Zane grabs my hand, guiding it to my clit.

“Come on, babe, let’s do this together,” he murmurs.

Together we rub my clit and as I tighten, about to orgasm, he removes his hand, grabbing my hair, and thrusts a few more times, pulling my hair as we climax together.

We shower and head to bed.  Zane holds me, giving me light temple kisses until we both fall asleep.  I am so spoiled by him.

Thursday we wake up, and as we are about to head out the door, I look up, telling Z, “By the way, I took my panties off after dinner last night, hoping we would end up fucking,” and I take off towards the Jeep.

He catches me, tossing me over his shoulder, and heads back to the apartment.

“Z, we are going to be late, put me down,” I giggle, swatting his back as he brings me inside.

When we get inside, he pulls his down his pants and says, “For teasing me like that, baby girl, you can give me something nice to think about during practice.”

I drop to my knees and he smiles.  I see he is already hard, thinking about me pleasuring him.  I take him in my mouth.  I know how to make this end fast so we aren’t late.

“Ok, babe” I say.

I start sucking and using my hand on his balls.  I slip my finger in my mouth.

“Relax,” is all I say before I get back to sucking him.

He gives me a weird look, then grabs my head and starts fucking my face.  I reach around, swirling a finger around his asshole.

“What are you doing, baby girl?” he groans, obviously struggling to focus.

“Relax, trust me,” I say, before going back to taking mouthfuls of dick.

I slip my finger in up to the first knuckle and he groans.

“Ready?” I murmur around his dick.

I just hear him say, “Mhmm” before I make the come here motion with my finger.  He instantly cums.  I swallow every drop and lick him clean.

“Let’s go, babe.  Now that you have that to think about, I need coffee, so I am going to take my car,” I say, as I wash my hands.  Then I drop a kiss on his cheek.  Speed walking to my car, I see him taking his time walking to his Jeep.

I grab coffee and head to the rink.  I am filming content of the team practicing today, which I knew – but Zane didn’t – so I plan to use that to mess with him.  I grab my stuff and head to the ice and take a seat on the bench.

When I see Z, I give him a smile and a wink.  His face flushes bright red.  I let him get back to skating.  I enjoyed taking authority this morning and being in control in a moment when he thought he was going to have the power.  What is even better is he never took control from me. He knew I needed that dominance in that moment and he let me have it. The bonus point is being able to mess with him while he is on the ice.

When he is getting water, I lower my hand, making the come here motion, and he almost chokes, sputtering water all over Luke.

“What the fuck, man?” Luke yells.

“Sorry, man. Wrong pipe,” he says, shooting daggers at me.

I wink.  He just shakes his head and smiles while he skates away.

My ex would never, ever have let me do what I did.  He definitely would never let me fuck with him like I did today with Z.

When I get home, Zane is already there.  He scoops me up and kisses me.  Sitting on the couch, he keeps me in his arms.

“Have fun today babe?” he asks.

“I did, thank you for asking,” I laugh in response.

“I ordered Chinese tonight, since I leave in the morning.  I figured we could watch a movie and chill,” he says.

“Sounds perfect, babe.  Also, thanks for letting me have my fun and being a good sport about it,” I say, leaning my head into his chest.

“Of course – what fun is a relationship without laughter, jokes, and pranks?” he says, grabbing the remote.

We watch some action movie and eat our Chinese, enjoying our night before he has to travel tomorrow.  Friday on away game weekends suck.  I hate him leaving, but I enjoy those late Saturday night/early Sunday mornings when he gets back home.  I am not looking forward to his pro career where they are gone for weeks, sometimes.  The pro teams play multiple games a week, so it will mean he is traveling a lot.  I hope we keep up these traditions of snuggling and movies, though.

Friday morning comes quick.  I drive Zane to the airport for the first time.  I decide to shoot the guys loading onto the plane in their suits, using that as an excuse to get extra time with Z.  He stays by my side until the last player loads onto the plane.  He kisses me so deeply, I feel like we lose track of time, until I hear his teammates hollering from the plane.  I flush red before hugging him and hurrying off to my car.

I receive a text as I am getting on the road.

Zane: I miss you already, sunshine.  Have a good time while I am gone.  I will see you soon.  XOXO -Z

Fiona: I miss you too, Z . See you ASAP!  Play safe.  Bring me home another win!

I smile the whole drive home.  I am so in love with him.  When I get to the rink, I start posting content to help hype up the game.  I make a cool montage of everyone loading on to the plane in their suits.  As I reach into my purse to get my other memory card, I find a handful of Airheads.  I just burst into a full smile.  It’s time.  I need to tell him just how much I love him.  But not until he’s back; I want it to be perfect.

Tonight is boring; I just eat dinner before I decide to head to bed early.  While I am lying in bed, I start thinking of Zane, and I begin to feel that dull ache between my legs.  Reaching over, I grab one of the toys that has a vibrating clit stimulator that hits perfectly, while also getting the penetration stimulation.

I start using it when my phone rings.

“Hello?” I answer, breathless.

“Hey, babe, how are you doing?  We just got to our hotel,” Z says.

I take a couple deep breaths.

“I’m good,” I say.

“Are you sure?  You sound out of breath,” he says, before he follows up with, “Fi, are you touching yourself?”

I moan, then say, “Yes, to thoughts of you fucking me hard and fast, my legs wrapped around your waist.”

I hear him grunt, “Keep going, baby, tell me more.”

“You have your thumb on my clit and my tight, wet pussy is squeezing your cock as you continue to rail me,” I whisper.  I have never had phone sex before.  I can hear him grunting as he strokes himself, the phone echoing in the bathroom.

“You have your hand around my throat and whisper for me to cum,” I say, then moan out, “Zannneee, fuck yes!”

I can hear him beating his dick more.  “Yes, Fiona, you are so tight and wet!”

He then moans, cumming too.

“Well, that was new and fun,” I say.

“Yes, it was.  Next time don’t start without me,” he says, chuckling.

We talk a little before we both hang up, heading to bed.

Game day morning is spent posting fun videos online and responding to comments.  My day feels like it flies by.  I text back and forth with Zane between their morning practice and him actually heading to the locker room for the day.  I get ready for the watch party with the girls and Charlie.  I wear a cute skirt with a shirt that says Miller on the back with his number.

When I get to Slapshots, I have the girls take a cute picture of me showing off in his name and number.  I post it online and tag Zane with the caption, Hey @zanemillerofficial I need your number with a winking face emoji.

When the game begins, I see the starters all throw Airheads at Zane and I laugh.

“Was that your doing?” Lucy asks, walking up.

I hug her.  “Yes, it was.”

I am introduced to Charlie, who knows nothing about hockey, but is happy to be included.  I love her already!  She is super sweet and candid.  She is a curvy brunette, and I am jealous of how her jeans hit her hips and ass.

We watch the game, teaching Charlie as we go.  She cheers when we cheer and boos when we do.  Celisa shows up late, but when she arrives, she slips right into the conversation with us.

We win in overtime, 2-1.  It was a tough game, but they pulled it off.  Both goals were from Stuntz and I notice Lucy looking extra happy with each goal we got.  But I am not saying anything until she does, because I could be wrong about my thoughts.

At the end of the game a reporter comes up to Zane and asks, “Your team gave you some Airheads on the ice.  Is that them welcoming you back?” Zane laughs before responding, ‘No, actually, that’s my girlfriend sending me a message to bring home the win.  It’s also her way of reminding me that she’s cheering me on from home.” Zane stands, smiling. “Do you think she was proud of your performance today?  Is she a big hockey fan?” the reporter asks.

“Well, she’s our social media manager, and her brother plays on this team as a starter as well.  So, yes, you can call her a fan.  She will have her opinions on the way we played, but she knows we played our hardest.  Now if you will excuse me, I have to get home to her.”  He winks at the camera with an Airhead in hand as he walks away.

My eyes are tearing up when Lucy says, “If you don’t marry him, I will.  I swear to God it’s like he was written by one of those romance writers.  He is absolute perfection!” I laugh and say, “Yeah, if he asks, I will say yes.  But first let’s tackle me telling him that I love him.” We all giggle and talk about how I am finally ready.  I give Charlie the cliff notes version of my relationship with Justin.  After I have water, I decide to head home.

I climb into bed in one of Zane’s shirts.  I think about his interview and how much he loves me.  I wish he was home so I could tell him I love him.  I really want it to be special, but at this point I think that anyway I tell him will be special.  We both know how the other feels, we are just waiting to say the official words.

When Zane gets home, I am so out of it and he wraps me up in his arms.  As we fall asleep, I swear I hear him whisper, “I love you, sunshine.”

But I am not sure if that’s my sleeping brain imagining it or if he actually said it, thinking I was asleep.  Now I can’t get myself to fall back to sleep as I think of how to bring it up or if I should even bring it up to him.  I finally fall asleep, listening to his heartbeat and focusing on his breathing as he sleeps peacefully, not contemplating everything.


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