Epilogue

I hadn't really planned on this ending like this but when I got here it felt...complete. I encourage anyone who liked the idea of a Specialist to run with the idea for another team. I think it would be great. 

Epilogue

I wrapped a towel tightly around me as I left the shower. The sounds of celebrating hadn’t died down in the locker room since I’d gone into the showers to give our captain a celebratory hummer and I found myself grinning as I watched Max and Boots dancing in nothing more than their leggings. Everyone was in a jovial mood after giving the Stars a well deserved spanking; everyone except Juice who was still sitting in his stall with his head between his hands. 

I looked over at Chris who was getting ready to head into the shower and he gave me a smile and a wink. He knew I had a job to do and with one look he told me he didn’t mind waiting his turn. 

“It’s not so bad,” I told Kev, laying my hand gently on the back of his neck. He growled and didn’t raise his head. I sat next to him on the bench and pressed my hip against his, getting close to his body, passing what little warmth I had left from the shower to his quickly chilling one as he sat in his wet gear. 

“Everyone gets bad bounces.” Lou placed his hand on the top of Kev’s head as if in blessing. “It’s not your fault man,” the usually gruff goal tender added before mussing Kev’s short hair and then wandering towards the showers. 

“He’s right,” I whispered, leaning in so that my mouth brushed his bristly cheek, “pucks bounce everywhere in the crease. One or two are bound to bounce off of you once in a while. It was just hard luck that it happened twice tonight,” I added, giving his knee a playful nudge with mine. “C’mon, it doesn’t matter, we won.” Kev turned his head slightly, aimed one of his blue eyes at me and that was enough to tell me winning wasn’t enough. Sighing I shot a look over towards Chris who was leaning in the doorway between the dressing room and the showers in nothing but an itty bitty towel. He smiled, turned and disappeared into the steam. I slid my hand up Juice’s thigh. “I know something that will cheer you up,” I whispered into his ear and then very slowly ran the tip of my tongue around that slightly pointed shell of his ear. 

“I don’t want a bj,” he muttered, mostly under his breath.

“Said no man, ever,” I laughed, digging my fingers into his ribs. He flinched, his shoulders hunching as he tried to squirm away. “Kevin Francesco Bieksa, you are not going to sit here and feel sorry for yourself when the rink is all empty but the nets are still up,” I added, nipping his earlobe while I continued to dig my fingers into his ribs. 

“Yeah?” he turned, his eyes huge as he stared at me with disbelief written all over his handsome face.

“Will it put a smile on your face?” I asked as a slow, sexy grin spread across his chiseled features.

“I know it will put a smile on yours,” he growled as he very suddenly turned, slid his arms under my body and swung me up in the air like I weighed no more than the towel I was wearing. The few guys that remained in the dressing room laughed but didn’t make a move to either stop him or join us so when he stepped out onto the ice and began to glide towards the net at the far end of the rink, I knew we were completely alone.

I didn’t worry about Kevin dropping me, or the cold bite of the air in the rink or even if Chris would wait for me. All I cared about in that moment was making the heartbeat of our team happy and fulfilling a fantasy we’d been talking about for a while now. 

He set me carefully on top of one of the nets and I felt the twine dig in even through the towel. I wrapped my fingers around the crossbar and bit down on my bottom lip to stifle the slightly hysterical giggle that had begun to bubble up in my chest. Kev reached for the spot where I’d folded the towel over just above my breasts and slowly, very slowly, he peeled the towel back and then let the ends drop from his fingers. 

A combination of the cold air and the way he looked at me made my nipples suddenly and a little painfully, harden and I felt gooseflesh break out all over my body. Kev put his hands on the inside of my knees and pressed them apart. I watched his breath come out in an icy cloud as he stared at his goal. Seeing him, still in his shoulder pads, hockey pants and skates somehow made this all that much hotter, not to mention being in the big empty arena where eighteen thousand people had just been cheering.

“Scootch forward babe,” he smiled up at me, his hands sliding around to help pull me forward before he leaned in, blowing his warm breath over my now chilled skin. I shivered but not from the cold.

All I could do was hold on for dear life while he parted my nether folds and slowly licked his way northwards, being sure to take the time to circle my clit twice before dragging the flat of his tongue across it. I tipped my head back and cried out, my voice echoing in the big, dark empty building. 

“You’re so juicy tonight Pen,” he mused, sliding two of his thick fingers inside of me. I bit my lip as he reached for my g-spot. 

“You know I get turned on by giving...ahhhh!” I cried out again, louder this time and Kev smiled up at me, proud of himself. 

“I swear you have a g-spot in the back of that throat of yours,” he chuckled before leaning down and using the tip of his talented tongue to bring me, screaming, over the edge. 

“Should we find out?” I asked, panting but smiling as Kev ran his hands up my ribcage to cup my breasts, running his thumbs over my erect nipples, teasing them, making it hard for me to speak. 

“I could be down for that,” he grinned, sliding his hands back down to my waist and then lifting me off of the net but not setting me down. Instead he pushed off and began gliding backwards, towards centre ice. I put my arms around his neck and reached for his mouth with mine. 

I didn’t mind tasting myself on his lips or his tongue as I kissed him. I was happy that he was no longer wearing a frown. Everything else was secondary now, except maybe that orgasm I’d just had and the one I was now determined to wring from him.

He put me down on my feet and my toes curled at the feeling of the ice beneath them. Laughing, Kev tossed my towel down on the orca logo and then began untying his hockey pants. I swatted his hands aside and, humming the old Hockey Night in Canada theme, set to work on the task I’d set for myself. 

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“He looks...more..., relaxed,” Chris noted as Kev headed towards his own vehicle in the underground parking lot. I smiled at his retreating form. 

“That was the idea,” I replied quietly before turning to my man and running my hands up the front of his chest. “Me, on the other hand...I’m pretty sure I have another round or two in me.” A slow, sexy smile spread across Chris’s lips as his hands found the small of my back and pulled me tight against his body making it clear that he was ready and willing to fulfill that particular task. “Mmm, take me home to bed,” I grinned. 

“Do we have to wait that long?” he asked, his voice deep and husky in my ear as he lowered his lips to my neck. He’d started growing his playoff -beard and I liked the way it felt when all those whiskers brushed against my sensitive skin. 

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, unbuttoning one button and then two. 

“Almost everyone’s gone,” he growled along the line of my jaw before capturing my mouth and kissing me hard, pressing me against the side of his car. I sighed happily, reaching between us to cup his erection as it strained against his suit pants. I didn’t need to be asked twice. 

“Yesss,” I hissed, as he lifted me from my feet and helped me wrap my legs around him. 

“Did he make you wet Pen? Are you ready for me baby?” he asked as he fumbled to open his fly and pull his long, thick hard dick out of his pants. 

“Sooo wet,” I moaned as I felt the head of his dick poised at my entrance. I hadn’t bothered to put panties on tonight. I found it much easier for both of us if I didn’t. We both groaned as he slid, very slowly, into me until I could accommodate no more of him and we were left staring at one another, speechless but smiling.

“Jesus I love you baby,” he whispered finally, reaching up to gently cradle my cheek in his hand. 

“And I love you,” I whispered, turning my head to press a kiss into the palm of his hand. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”