A LAKESHORE U BONUS EPILOGUE
“Are you nervous?” Ella asked me as we found our seats with our friends Aurora and Harper.
Boyfriend perks meant we were right behind the glass, center rink. The atmosphere in Ellet Arena was electric, five and a half thousand people here to witness the Lakers opening game of the season.
Aiden’s final season with the team and his first as captain.
“I can’t stop shaking,” I confessed, grabbing Ella’s hand as we watched the teams congregate on their benches.
I knew what a big deal this was for him, it was all he’d talked about since the summer.
God, it seemed light years ago since I met him on the beach. The grumpy yet cocky guy from Monroe, exiled to Dupont Beach because of his short temper and bad attitude.
We hadn’t been together all that long, but it didn’t matter. I loved Aiden more than anything. He was my best friend and since we’d recently moved in together, I got to wake up to him every morning, his arm wrapped around my waist, his big, strong body pressed up behind me.
Life was good.
Better than good, life was pretty freaking fantastic.
But I couldn’t deny that being here, cheering him and the team on, watching Carson pull Aiden in for a last-minute pep talk, brought a lump to my throat.
“Hey, you good?” Ella squeezed my hand, and I nodded. “He’d be proud of you.”
“I know.” I inhaled a shuddering breath, feeling Dalton’s presence roll through me.
He was gone. But we would always have this.
We would always have hockey.
And now, I got to share my brother’s passion with Aiden; to hopefully watch my boyfriend fulfill his dreams.
The referee conferred with Coach Tucker and the coach from the opposing team and then players spilled over the boards, taking up their positions on the ice. Aiden searched the crowd for me, the intensity of his gaze making my heart flutter.
“You’ve got this,” I mouthed, clutching a hand to my chest. He gave me a short, sharp nod and refocused on the game.
The first game of his final season as a Laker.
“Let’s go, Lakers,” Ella screamed at the top of her lungs, scaring the crap out of me. I gawked at her, and she blushed. “Sorry, I get a little carried away.”
“A little? I think you burst my eardrum.”
“I’m just so excited and nervous for them.”
A crackle of anticipation rippled through the arena as Aiden and the opposing center faced off against each other.
“Come on, babe,” I murmured to myself. “You’ve got this. You’ve got this.”
The referee dropped the puck between them, and Aiden was straight in with his stick.
“Yes,” I clapped as he sent the puck flying back to Connor.
“It’s going to be a long sixty minutes,” Ella grinned up at me.
She wasn’t wrong.
But I had a good feeling about things.
I had a good feeling about the season.
“He’s all yours.” Connor finally emerged from the locker room but there was no sign of Aiden.
I’d been waiting out here forever, wanting to celebrate with Aiden on the team’s first win of the season. A shutout thanks to Laker goalie Austin Hart.
“Wait, Con.” I grabbed his wrist, and he glanced back at me. “Is everything okay?”
“Go get your guy, Dayna, baby.” He winked and took off down the hall.
My heart crashed violently against my chest as I slipped into the locker room. “Aiden?” I called, drawing up short when I turned the corner to find him sitting on the bench, head hung low, negative energy rolling off him in violent waves
He lifted his face, those dark intense eyes of his colliding with mine.
“What’s wrong?” I rushed over to him. He pulled me onto his lap, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aiden?” I whispered, stroking the damp hair away from his face.
“I love you, freckles, you know that, right?”
“I love you too.” I frowned, my chest tightening. “You’re scaring me, Aiden.”
“My old man got arrested again.” The words landed between us.
“He… he did?”
Aiden nodded. “Mom called. It’s bad, freckles. He could be going away for a long time.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“Honestly? I don’t know.” His expression guttered, his gaze darting from mine.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” I gently grabbed his jaw and coaxed him back to me. “It’s okay to have mixed feelings. He’s still your dad. Whatever you need, Aiden, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here.”
His hand slid up my spine, his fingers curving around the back of my neck. “You, freckles. I only need you.” Touching his head to mine, he pulled me closer, our breaths mingling as we stared at one another.
“I love you, Aiden.”
“I love you too.” His voice cracked. “So fucking much.”
A charged beat passed.
Then we crashed together, all tongue and teeth and utter desperation. Aiden grabbed and clawed at my leggings, and I lifted my ass a little to help him peel them down my body.
“I need to be inside you, freckles. Now.”
“I’m right here.” I rocked against him, scraping my fingers over his jaw as we kissed and kissed and kissed some more.
Aiden curled his arm around my waist, lifting me off his lap so he could work his pants open. “Hook your underwear to the side,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire.
I obeyed, anchoring my hand around his neck as I used my knees to steady myself. Aiden gripped my hip, guiding me over his erection, teasing me.
“Oh god,” I cried as the tip nudged my clit.
“Put me inside you,” he rasped, his eyes locked on mine.
Shifting a little, I sank down an inch, our mingled groans filling the locker room.
“Fuck,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched.
“You feel so good.” I lowered my hips, taking him slowly into my body, squeezing his dick as he filled me.
But Aiden couldn’t wait, thrusting up and bottoming out inside me.
I cried his name, pleasure sparking inside me.
“Ride me, freckles. Fucking worship my cock.” He leaned back against the wall, hands loosely on my hips as I started rocking my hips, back and forth, side to side. Moving in a figure-of-eight pattern that I knew drove him wild.
“Fuck yes.” One of his hands left my hip to dip under my jersey and long-sleeved shirt. He found my breast, massaging it as I rode him.
“God, Aiden,” I moaned, picking up the pace. Rising off him and dropping back down with vigor.
“Mouth, freckles. Give me your mouth.”
Our kiss wasn’t tender or soft, it was hard and bruising and left my lips swollen and sore. And I loved it. I loved the way he needed me. I loved being the only girl on the planet who got to give Aiden Dumfries what he needed.
“More,” I cried, bouncing on his dick, barely able to keep my rhythm. He felt that damn good.
Aiden, sensing my impending orgasm, grabbed my hips and took control, fucking into me like a man possessed.
“Yes, yes… god, Aiden… god.” My breath caught, lodged in my throat.
“You look so fucking good riding my dick. But you’ll look even better coming all over it.” Shoving a hand between us he pinched my clit and I shattered, crying his name over and over as a wave of pure bliss crashed over me.
“Fuck, yes. I can feel your pussy squeezing me, freckles. I’m so,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “close.”
Aiden came with a roar, the sound echoing off the walls, reverberating inside me. I wrapped myself around him, peppering kisses all over his face as he rode out his own orgasm.
“I love you, Aiden Dumfries. More than anything in the world.”
“You’re mine, Dayna.” He dropped his head to mine, searing me with an intense look. “Now. Tomorrow. Always.”
Too choked up to reply, I nodded.
Because I didn’t just love this man. I wanted a life with him. A future.
I wanted a happily-ever-after.
“Where the fuck did you get to?” Noah asked as I leaned up the bar beside him.
“I needed a minute.”
“I bet you did.” He smirked, following my line of sight to where Dayna had joined the other girls. “Beer?”
“Thanks.” I accepted the drink, taking a long pull. “My old man got arrested tonight,” I murmured.
It would hit local news eventually, so it wasn’t some big secret. But I still felt a lick of shame saying the words.
“Shit, man. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s the least he deserves. You played a good game tonight.”
“Thanks.” Noah let out a small sigh. “It felt good to be back out there.”
“No feeling like it.”
We clinked our bottles together and watched the rest of the team celebrate our first win of the season.
First of many if things went to plan.
When I glanced over at him, I noticed his gaze fixated on a certain girl who had just arrived. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nope.” He drained his beer and slammed it on the bar. “I’m going to head out.”
“You should stay. Celebrate.”
“I can’t be here. But have another drink or three for me.” Noah clapped me on the shoulder, before disappearing into the crowd.
“Noah left already?” Dayna approached me.
“Yeah. He’s hurting.”
“They both are.” She wrapped her arms around my waist and gazed up at me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I dropped a kiss on her head. “Want to get out of here?”
“Later.” She chuckled. “We have to celebrate your first win as captain.”
“I can think of a few ways I’d like to celebrate.”
“You already at me at the arena. Isn’t that enough for now?” Lust shone in her eyes, making my heart flip in my chest.
“No amount of time will ever be enough with you, freckles.”
“Okay, Dayna, baby. Put Dumfries down,” Connor called as he and some of the other guys stalked toward us. “We need a little one on one time with our captain.”
“Guys, come on—”
“Oh, hell no, Dumfries. It’s time to celebrate. Laker style.”
Dayna stepped away, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Better to go with it,” she said. “It’ll be easier.”
“Thanks for the support, freckles.” I glowered as they manhandled me into the middle of the huddle and led me toward the rest of the team.
“Is this really necessary?” I protested.
I loved my team. Loved them all like brothers. But I also loved my girl, and I wanted nothing more than to take her home and bury myself deep inside her for the rest of the night.
“Fuck yeah, it is,” Austin bellowed. “It’s the first win of the season. We need to celebrate that shit.” He thrust a drink at me as they started chanting, “Dumfries. Dumfries. Dumfries.”
My name rose like a battle cry shove the background music. Until the entire bar was chanting. Even Dayna mouthed my name, smiling at me with adoring eyes.
“Okay, okay. Here’s to our first win of the season,” I said, lifting my drink in the air. “The first one of many. Lakers on three. One. Two. Three.”
Cheers exploded around me as I threw back my drink, wincing at the bitter taste of whatever shit they’d spiked it with.
“If that’s the best you can do, Cap,” one of the rookies said. “I fear for our season.”
“Watch your fucking tongue, Cutler. And remember the golden rule. Five drinks max. I want to see your ugly ass on the ice bright and early.”
We’d won one game. We had at least thirty-three games to go. More if we made it past the regular season.
“Dayna, baby. Get over here and help your guy relax,” Connor shouted.
“Trust me, Morgan. You don’t want to see Dumfries and his girl relax.” Cutler snorted.
“You little shit. Say that again and I’ll—”
“Let’s go, hotshot.” Dayna grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the crowd.
“We’re leaving?” My eyes lit up.
“No.” She grinned over her shoulder. “We’re dancing.”
Dayna spun around and pressed herself up against me, swaying her hips in some sexy little move.
“Freckles,” I warned, heat curling in my stomach.
Fuck, I loved this woman.
“Dance with me.” She pouted. “You know you want to.”
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her closer, burying my face in her neck. “Are you trying to drive me wild?”
“Is it working?”
She chuckled. “I just want you to relax. Enjoy yourself. I know the news about your dad—”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said, touching my head to hers. “I have all I’ll ever need right here.”
“I do, freckles. You and my mom and this team. You’re my family. My life. My heart.”
“Aiden…” Her expression softened, love shining in her eyes.
“I love you, freckles,” I said, and I was hit with the clearest mental image of her in a white dress, walking toward me down a flower-lined aisle.
It should have scared the shit out of me.
But it didn’t.
Because I wanted that. I wanted a life with her.