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The Games We Play

Sixty-three

James and Ali were beyond stuffed from dinner, but there they sat in front of the fireplace on a blanket James had spread out over the area rug. The pair sat cross-legged across from one another with the ingredients for s’mores scattered messily about them.

Ali happily bit into her second s’more, and a bit of chocolate dripped out onto her hand. She tried to lick it up, but only more chocolate ran out. “Shit.”

James laughed and wiped her chin with his finger. “Sloppy girl.”

“Whatever, you have marshmallow in your beard.”

He felt around and indeed, found a sticky spot. “You win.”

Ali smiled at him while she chewed. Outside it was snowing again; it started just as they were leaving the restaurant, but picked up quite a bit as they hung out near the fire. Both Ali and James had changed out of their dinner clothes, opting for comfy pajamas to make their s’mores in. Ali chose a long cardigan sweater over a white tank top, and her favorite plaid sleep shorts. James chose the usual: sweatpants and no shirt. Ali could never figure out how the man stayed warm when he wore so few clothes.

Not like I’m arguing. She smiled to herself. For the rest of her life, she would get to lick every inch of that body…whenever she wanted.

Unless there’s a road game…But there’s always Facetime for that.

James caught her smiling. “What’s that for?”

“What?” She held a hand over her mouth while she chewed.

“That smile you just had. It looked guilty.”

“I was picturing you naked.”

“Really.” James said it as a statement; one he was quite proud to give. “Did I have marshmallow in my stubble?”

“Yes” Ali giggled. “But I was mostly focused elsewhere.”

His interest was perked. “Tell me more…”

Ali wiped her mouth and set the rest of her s’more down. “Well…” She crawled over to James slowly. “The pecs are always where I start.”

James nodded, eyebrows lifted. “Continue.”

“Then it’s those abs.” My abs…for the rest of my life. “And then this guy...” She slid her hand between James’ legs, feeling through his sweatpants at what she wanted below.

“You’re drunk,” he said, teasing her. He felt his dick responding to her touch already.

“I only had two glasses of wine, babe.” Ali wanted him badly. Every nerve ending in her body tingled since the minute he put the ring on her finger, and now she wanted to do something to something about it.

“You’re a lightweight, then.”

“Are you calling me a cheap date?” She squeezed ever so slightly on the hard-on that was growing in his pants.

James sighed. “N-no…”

“Good.”

Ali and James connected with their mouths, and James gripped each side of her face. He held her perfectly still so that his lips were only an inch from hers.

“You’re going to be one fucking sexy wife” he breathed.

His phrasing and his tone turned Ali on like she would’ve never guessed. James’ hungry eyes stayed on her mouth as he grinned.

“Let me see your ring.”
Ali snaked her hand slowly from his groin up his chest and along his neck before she held her hand out in front of his face. She watched as James kissed each finger separately, saving her ring finger last.

“Mine forever.” He kissed her palm.

Ali pushed him back so he was lying flat on the floor. Her hair draped over her shoulders and tickled James’ skin. It sent bolts of electricity down his spine straight to his dick. When she crawled up his body and met his eyes, she was grinning.

“Fuck me” she said, kissing him deeply. “Fuck your fiancé…because if I don’t get to fuck mine soon, I might give the ring back.”

James tilted his head up, their mouths meshing once more. He tugged at her sweater, which she helped to remove it the rest of the way. Their mouths stayed together; both of them well versed in undressing while still connected. Next came Ali’s tank top, revealing bare breasts and very erect nipples. James’ hands went straight for them, squeezing them with some force as his desire grew.

“Shorts” he mumbled, feeling Ali’s teeth tugging on his bottom lip. She took direction well and immediately removed them, giving James complete access.

“Yours.” Ali pulled on the drawstring of his pesky sweatpants. James was out of them in two seconds flat. She looked down and smiled. “Thank God.”

James’ mouth fell open when he felt Ali’s mouth lock onto his dick. The combination of warm and wet completely took over, leaving him speechless and damn near thoughtless. When he glanced down, Ali was looking up at him. She purposely withdrew his dick slowly from her mouth, smiling all the while.

“How do I look?” she asked, her hand continually working him.

James exhaled. “Outstanding as usual.”

“No, my hand.”

He finally saw what she was referring to. Ali was using her left hand to stroke him, and with every steady pump, the diamond flashed in the low light of the glowing fire.

“Fucking outstanding.” He let out a laugh which turned into a gasping moan. Ali placed her mouth over the head of his dick, her lips tugging in their skilled way.

As she worked him, she saw the muscles of his toned stomach quiver under her touch. James was funny to watch when she gave him head. A man in control of his body 99.9% of his life just completely let go at moments like this. He could almost never keep his eyes open. He scrunched them in such a way that Ali could’ve laughed with her mouth full. It gave her the greatest sense of satisfaction knowing he was enjoying her so much. It turned her on anyways, so it was a win-win. Not only that, she had the best view in the house: muscle after muscle creating a clear path to where she currently knelt over him.

James groaned. “Fuck you are GOOD at that.”

Ali continued sucking him until she brought him close to the brink. The minute his hand reached for her head, she let his dick slide out of her mouth with a pop.

“Know what you’re good at?” She wiped her mouth as James looked up at her again. “Fucking me.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a weak smile. “Is that a hint?”

“It’s a demand.”

James was on it. He rolled her over so that he was on top, but no sooner did he do this than he had Ali on her stomach. He pressed kisses slowly and methodically down her spine, watching as the goosebumps rose all over her smooth skin. James smiled against her hips, biting gently at the flesh of low back.

“How do I look?” he asked, taunting her.

Ali glanced back, her hair swishing to one side. “I could see you better if you were up here.”

James ran a hand along the length of her body to her throat where his hand gripped lightly. He pressed his face next to hers. “How about now?”

His voice was a growl in her ear; hot and needful and full of yearning. “Looks pretty fucking good to me” she answered. Her eyes met his, and their mouths found one another once more. Ali felt James drag his tongue along hers lightly.

“Want to see it?” Ali asked.

James moved his mouth to her ear and nodded. She reached back and cupped his face with her left hand, and James smiled. They were both turned on by the same thing, though neither really even had to say it. Each wanted to show the other every single reason why they wanted to be together; now it was time to show their most intimate reason.

James directed his other hand down Ali’s ass and then between her legs. He found her wet center, sliding a finger along her slit and getting an instant reaction. She was slick and ready for him, and he needed her badly.

With one gentle push, James entered Ali from behind. The fit was as tight and perfect as ever, as if Ali needed another reminder of how they were meant to be together. She felt James sigh against her shoulder, his hands gripping her at the waist as he guided himself in and out. Neither spoke for a while. They simply enjoyed the feeling of one another and how well their bodies moved together.

Baby…” James moaned.

Ali was feeling it too. He was too good. Every motion was directed in a way to make sure she came first, literally and figuratively. Before long, her breathing became ragged and she had to close her eyes to concentrate.

In a quick motion, James lifted her by the hips so she was on all fours. Ali gripped at the rug as she felt him increase his pace.

“Ughfuck, James!”

James heard Ali cry out his name, but it only made him move his hips faster. He wanted her to cum first; he needed that. Hunching over her back, he reached a hand around and rubbed her clit with knowledge he gained about her over the past year. It was muscle memory at this point, and within minutes he had Ali squirming as he pounded away.

Ali was gritting her teeth. “I’m gonna…I’m….Ah shit, James, I—“

He had her.

Ali’s body rocked beneath him, hitching as she surrendered her body over. James watched from above and grinned; he never saw a girl so animated as Ali was when she came. This was always the moment he had to focus most. Just as she was getting off, he was resisting any notion of letting himself do the same. Her pussy clenched at his cock as wave after wave rushed over him. He could do nothing more than to slow his pace if he was to keep from coming along with her.

Goddammit.” Ali blinked hard as she came out of her own body’s moment of release. Slowly, she eased her grip on the rug and felt her arms shaking. James was still inside her, but he fell forward, allowing her to lie down under him.

“So good” he uttered.

“No babe.” She had to catch her breath. “No, that would be you.”

James smiled and rolled off of her. He was still hard, but he wanted her to have this moment to come back down. He lay on his side, watching as Ali gathered herself a little. She pushed damp strands of hair away from her face and looked over at him.

“I love you, James.”

“It’s the orgasm talking.”

“No, I really love you.” She slid over, feeling that familiar ache in her lower body. It was a good ache; an ache that was always a reminder of James’ size. She nestled into his chest, feeling his hand go to her hair. “And that’s me talking, nothing else.”

“If you say so.” He looked at her and smiled. “We do make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

She nodded against his chest. “In so many ways.”

They rested for a moment. James continued to stroke Ali’s hair, feeling her breathing subside as she lay against his chest. For some reason, he thought about the first time they had sex, almost a year ago…maybe a few weeks off, he couldn’t remember. But he remembered the details of their time together exactly. If he had to put money on it, he’d say it was just as intense and just as fulfilling as it was tonight.

“I’m glad I did it.”

“Hmm?” Ali glanced up.

“Propose.”

“Well I’m glad you did.” She rested her head back on his chest, hearing his heartbeat hammering still.

James tilted Ali’s head back so she could see him again. “I’m glad you said yes. I might have been a wreck if you didn’t.”

“Would be pretty awkward, wouldn’t it?”

“I may have thrown all your clothes out into the snow.”

“All my clothes were covered in snow when you proposed anyways, babe.”

“But I could feel the snow leaking through my jeans when I was on one knee! Feel bad for me.”
She laughed out loud. “Rebecca was right – you are a huge dork.”

“Hey.” He wiped a piece of her hair that had fallen back over her forehead. “No name-calling after I just gave you an orgasm.”

“Fine, fine.”

Ali traced the outline of his smiling lips. James kissed her finger and then pretended to bite it, which elicited a giggle. His mouth moved to hers once more, and he found himself positioned above her again. What little sinking his erection had done was quickly replaced by firmness.

This time, when James entered Ali, he wanted to draw out every moan she had as slowly and as painstakingly as he could. He didn’t want to fuck this time; he wanted to make love to his fiancé.

* * *

It was their last full day in Aspen. The next morning, Ali and James would drive back to the airport in their separate cars, and then take separate planes to fly where they needed to go: James to his next away game and Ali back to Pittsburgh.

They lay in bed together after sleeping in, just talking about this and that, trying to figure out how they wanted to spend their final full day there.

“I need to call my parents today” James said, lazily playing with Ali’s hand in his own.

“Speakerphone?”

“Naturally.” He looked over at her. “Wish Mike was home. That’d be hilarious.”

Ali lay on her back next to James, watching as his fingers rubbed hers as their hands remained tangled together. “I wish I met Pete and Nick. Are they—“

“—As annoying as Mike?”

“James.” Ali giggled softly. “You’re so mean.”

“You don’t understand because you don’t have any brothers or sisters.”

“Brittany has two sisters! I hung out at her house all the time growing up, so that kinda counts, right?”

Their eyes met.

“Not really, huh?” Ali asked.

“Nope.” James kissed her hand. “But nice try.”

She smiled. Neither spoke again for a few minutes, but it was a comfortable silence. James didn’t feel like getting up ever again, and Ali was still tired from the night before. Silently, they agreed to just stay put until one of them absolutely needed to get up.

“I guess I have to figure out which one of them will be my Best Man.” James rolled his head over on the pillow to see Ali. “Can a person have three?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “Brittany’s my obvious choice for a Maid of Honor.”

“You have it easy.”

“Easy!?” Ali turned her head and laughed. “Bullshit. I’ll have to do most of the planning!”

“Hey, I want to help though.” James shifted so he was on his side, his head propped up by one hand. “Don’t I get to do some things?”

Ali adored him for all of his efforts. Despite not knowing exactly what went in to planning a wedding, she had at least a clearer idea of how it went than she assumed James did. Up until a few months ago, he had issues making toast. She wasn’t expecting miracles with him planning a wedding.

“We’ll plan whatever we want, the way we want, and we’ll do it together if we want” Ali answered. “And if not, to hell with ya.”

James chuckled. “You’re not going to turn into a bridezilla or whatever it’s called?”

“Oh my god, I HOPE not.”

“What kind of dress are you going to get?”

Ali was laughing at the rapid-fire questions. “I don’t have the first clue right now, we only just got engaged yesterday.”

“I think you should wear one of those strapless ones so I can see your boobs.”

“James!”

He grinned. “Just a suggestion, babe.”

Ali rolled her eyes. “You’re all the same, even on your wedding day.”

James mimicked walking legs with two of his fingers, tip-toeing them over to her chest. He walked them onto the rise of her breast nearest to him and stopped. Ali watched him with great amusement as he made them dance, causing her boob to jiggle.

“See? What groom wouldn’t want to see these on their wedding day?” He made the two fingers jump up and down on her flesh and Ali laughed.

“Ouch!” She pushed at his hand. “That hurts!”

“But they’re so squishy and soft.”

Men. “Touch them all you want, just don’t poke…They’re sore from last night. Ahem.

“Ohhhh….” James looked pleased. “Fair enough.”

“Thank you.” Now Ali flipped so she was on her side. “So what do you want to do today?”

“Last day, huh?”

"Yep. No pressure."

They both sighed.

“Should we ski? I feel like we might be the only two in this town who came here and haven’t skied” James replied.

“No. Too much work.”

“Lazy.”

“Thought that was you?” Ali smirked at him.

“Geno would be so pissed if he heard you stealing tha,t” James teased. He let his head slide off his hand and back onto the pillow. “Ugh, I have a game two nights from now. Crazy to think I’ll go from this to a locker room full of sweaty balls.”

“Wonder what all the guys will think when you tell them you proposed to me?” Next to her, she watched the guiltiest grin appear on James’ face and she gasped. “You didn’t!”

“I did.” He looked at her sheepishly. “Well – actually Bylsma did…”

“So they ALL know!?!?” Ali let out a surprised laugh. “Well damn! You’re just full of surprises this trip, aren’t you? What did they say?”

“I think most of them swore out of disbelief.” He chuckled. “But they were happy. They like you, Als.”

She smiled. It was nice to know he had support in his teammates off the ice. They were an interesting group, but they genuinely had one another’s backs on so many levels. It made her happy to know James had that.

James sunk a hand into his hair, fingers disappearing into the mess of dark brown length at the top of his head. “It’s going to be hard to leave you this time. Harder than normal.”

“It’s only one game; you’ll be back in Pitt in no time.”

With her two fingers, Ali walked them over in the same way James had done. She watched his eyes shift down as she stepped them onto the cut muscle that was his oblique.

“Not so squishy.” Walking her fingers down the flat of his torso, her hand disappeared under the sheet that was loosely draped over James’ waist. She reached his flaccid dick and made her two fingers jump on it. “Very squishy.”

James grabbed her through the sheets when she jumped her fingers onto his dick again. “Okay! I get it!”

Ali laughed and withdrew her hand. “Too easy.”

“Can we just stay in bed all day?” he asked her.

“Yes….or at least until I have to pee.”

James smiled. “Deal.”

* * *

They did decide to finally leave the bed, at least. But they only made it as far as the couch downstairs. They watched tv and ate lunch they made together out of the ingredients Ali picked up days before. Because they left most of the s’mores ingredients where they were after they moved upstairs the night before, they decided to make a few more and have them for dessert after lunch.

Then it was time to call James’ parents.

In similar fashion to when Ali called her parents, the pair of them sat on the couch together with James’ cell on speakerphone. His father picked up first.

“Hey Dad, got some news for you” James began. “Is Mom home?”

“Yeah, is everything alright?”

“Better than alright. In fact – never been better! Is Becca there, too?”

“No, she’s out, but let me get your mom.” Peter hesitated. “You’re not hurt are you?”

“Dad.” James was almost laughing. Parents are literally all the same. “Just get mom, please?”

“Okay, okaaaay, hang on.”

There was the sound of Peter setting the phone down on a hard surface. James was fairly calm as he waited. He was sure his parents would be psyched for him, although his dad would be the obstacle. Peter was as focused on hockey and James was a product of that focus, as were his brothers.

Looking at Ali next to him, she waited just as patiently. She was rolling the ring around her finger, looking at it rather dreamily. Lifting her eyes, she smiled at James when she saw him looking at her.

“Sorry” James said, referring to the wait.

Ali shook her head. “No apologies.”

Finally, Peter and Debra were both on the line. James sat up a little when he heard them say a joint hello.

“Hey mom, how are you? Long time no chat.”

“Doing great, but you have your father worried over here. What’s going on?”

Ali smirked at James when she heard Deb on the phone.

“Well, first of all, say hi to Ali – she’s sitting here on speaker with me.”

“Hi Peter, Hi Debra!”

“Oh wow, hi Ali!” It was Peter. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m doing really well, Peter. You?”

“Doing great!”

Debra chimed in. “We miss you around here – when are you two coming back to visit?”

Ali was about to answer but James held his hand out. “We can plan vacations together later, but right now I really have some amazing news I want to share first.”

“Go ahead, James” Debra said. She sounded as hesitant as Peter did.

He braced himself. “I proposed to Ali – and she said yes.”

“WHAT!”
“OH MY GOD!”

Both reactions happened at the same time, and James and Ali were laughing. You could immediately tell that they were overjoyed at the news. James thought he heard his mom making odd noises the same as Rebecca.

“We knew it! WE KNEW IT, Peter! Didn’t we?”

Peter was laughing. “Well I honestly never thought I’d see the day.”

“Thanks a lot” James said with a smirk. “Love the support.”

“Oh James, you know your father” Debra said. “We are SO excited to have you in our family, Ali!”

“I can’t wait either, Debra.” Ali felt amazing, and had the tingles happen all over her body once again. “Thank you. I promise I’ll be the greatest wife to James—“

“Ali, we’re just happy he found someone who can stand to pick up his clothes for him” Deb replied.

James’ jaw dropped. “How did this turn into a chirpfest?”

“We love you, son, we’re just messing with you” Peter said.

“Yes – we love you and we are so happy for you” Debra added. “And we love you too, Ali. You have no idea.”

“I think I might.” Ali and James smiled at one another.

“I can’t wait to see what your brothers and Rebecca do when I tell them.”

“Becca knows, Dad.” James was loving the reaction his parents were giving him now with that bit of information.

“REBECCA KNEW?” Deb’s voice sounded completely amazed. “And she didn’t tell us, Pete.”

The two of them discussed this away from the mouth of their phone, and James and Ali had a chance to laugh themselves. Ali covered her mouth so she couldn’t be heard giggling.

“Well we’ll have to grill her later when she gets home.” Pete sounded beyond cheerful. “We’re so happy for you. Despite how stunned I am that you found someone as amazing as Ali, James – we’re completely behind you two. We love her, James.”

He nodded, feeling really good inside. They reacted way better than he expected; then again, he wasn’t sure what to expect. This entire experience had gone way better than he expected. James felt like he was cheating life by having this go as well as it was.

“We’re going to go call the rest of the family” Deb said. “You don’t mind, you do?”

“Nah, have fun spreading the word, Mom. Talk to you soon?”

“You got it” Peter answered. “Congratulations – and even moreso to you, son!”

James laughed. “Thanks, Dad. Later.”

Both Deb and Peter said goodbye at the same time, and then it was done.

Everyone knew.

* * *

Comments

@Lolo2020


Thank you so much! Amazing people still read it and enjoy it so much. That was my goal :)

Winter22 Winter22
2/6/17

I absolutely adore this story! I've read it a few times and it gets better each time!

Lolo2020 Lolo2020
12/12/16

Love love loved this :) great work!!

anna anna
9/17/14

Just started reading. Can I say that they do not have to do anything but acknowledge people if even that when they are in a club. If girls are approaching them they can say no, they can just chose to ignore them. So James saying there was a s slip up is crap. He is allowed to be friends and talk to other girls and all but having someone literally just hang off of him. No

6-28-14 ** A NOTE TO MY READERS **

As a result of James getting traded, I've found myself at a loss for words; a loss I'm not sure I'll be quick to recover from. The trade was a hard hit, and it will take some time for me to get over the initial hurt.

I wanted to post a message to at least tell all of you who have followed my stories up to this point that after this, I'm not sure how long it's going to be before I post a new story. James will forever be a Penguin to me, and likely to many of you as well. I'm just not sure how to go forward right now. As a result - I can't promise I'll be back, but I hope to be. I really do.

Let's let the dust settle and the hurt fade...and maybe we'll find one other again on this wonderful site.

Thank you all again for your support...It really has made writing so much fun for me, and I don't want to go forward with another story until it's fun again. Right now - that doesn't seem plausible.

I'll leave it open for any of you to message me anytime, if you'd like. I will occasionally check in just to see how everyone's doing. :-)

Regards,
Winter

Winter22 Winter22
6/28/14