“You came close enough to know my heartbeat but still not close enough for me. Through all the good times and the bad, you were the best I never had…”


The hardest part about being a new mom and the fiancée of a hockey player was that Marie hardly ever got any time to herself. During the season, with Marco gone all the time, parenting duties were left to her. And the times when he was home, they split those responsibilities down the middle.

Tonight though, some of the girls from Scandy’s were getting together for a night out. And Marco, having a night off, suggested that Marie go with them. It’d be good for her to hang out with other women her age that didn’t have any ties to the NHL. At first she was hesitant. With how much Marco was gone, she really just wanted to hang out with him. But he insisted that she go out with friends and forget about all her motherly duties.

Once she actually got to the bar with the girls, she didn’t have any trouble doing that. It was like the summer of Montreal all over again; being able to drink without the fear of consequences. Sitting at the bar with Leah, a waitress from the café, Marie looked over at Lindsey and Sarah. They were dancing with each other, only two drinks into the night.

“I’m happy you got to come out for girls’ night. It’s not everyday you get to party with your boss,”

Marie took one last sip of her martini and looked back at Leah. “And all it took was a little coercion from Marco,”

“Excuse me,”

At the same time, both Marie and Leah looked back, spotting a man behind them. He couldn’t have been much older than mid-twenties, and Marie noted that had she been single, he was exactly her type of guy.

“Hey,” Leah replied, turning on the barstool to get a better look at him.

“I was just across the way,” he pointed to the other side of the bar, “and I couldn’t help but notice you and your friend. You’re both very beautiful,”

Marie blushed and looked back at her drink, discouraged by the fact that it was empty.

“Can I buy you another?”

She nodded and looked at Leah, convinced that although she was engaged, what harm could come from a little flirting? If anything, it’d get her free drinks for the rest of the night. After getting the bartender’s attention, he leaned in and rested his arm on the back of Marie’s stool.

“I’m Steven, by the way.”

“Marie,” she grinned and shook his hand. “This is my friend, Leah.”

“And you came with the dancing queens over there? I saw you come in,”

Marie began to think better of her actions, but the moment the bartender placed the fresh drink in front of her, those fears disappeared. “You’ve been watching us for quite awhile then,”

“It’s hard to take my eyes off the prettiest woman here,”

Sometime in between this, Leah left for the bathroom, but Marie wasn’t too mad about it. She wasn’t getting a sketchy vibe from Steven.

“You own the café by the rink, right?”

“I’ve never seen you in there,”

“I’ve been in a few times, but you’re never there. Usually the other girls are going on about a Marie,” Steven sat down on the stool Leah had once been perched in. “I didn’t know the person they were talking about was this gorgeous though.”

Marie blushed and set her hand down on his knee as she took the first sip of her new drink. It was much stronger than the last one. That could serve as a benefit as this guy wouldn’t have to buy her as many drinks. “Someone’s got all the lines,” she smirked and blinked a couple of times. On her third drink of the night, and this one being mostly alcohol, she felt a buzz go straight to her head.

“It’s not a line,” he beamed and flipped her hand over. He began tracing his finger over her palm and it nearly sent shivers up her spine. “Tell me about yourself, Marie,”

She blushed harder and pulled her hand away from his, taking another gulp of her martini. “I’m really not that interesting of a person,” it was then, as she set her glass back on the bar, that she noticed she had forgotten to put her engagement ring back on her finger after she’d showered.

“That’s something I will not believe,” Steven leaned in closer, brushing his fingers against her arm.

Marie loved Marco, she really did. And she wanted nothing more than to marry him. But this attention… this doting on… it was appreciated as Marco was spending much of his time out of town. “Seriously, there’s not much to my life,”

“Where are you from?”

She blinked, trying to get her sight to focus in. “New Haven, and then New York,”

“Parents divorced?”

“Is it that obvious?” She teased, placing her hand back on his knee.

“No. You’re actually well adapted considering. Let me guess, mom’s a saint but dad’s a trainwreck.”

“Have you met my parents?”

Steven looked down at her hand and placed his on top of it, “no I got the same situation with my parents. Dad’s a white collar professional but he’s a douche,”

“I think our dad’s should get together and have a party.” Marie sipped her drink again and looked back up into Steven’s dark brown eyes. “Are you a local?”

He shook his head, “I’m from Colorado. But I had to get out of there. It was too close to the drama,”

“We’ve got a lot in common,” she reflected and looked down as Steven wrapped his fingers around her hand. His touch was pretty gentle, and for a moment there, she had to reprimand herself for having impure thoughts about him. This had to be the alcohol talking.

Steven licked his lips and leaned in, curling his free hand in the ends of Marie’s hair. “Would it be improper for me to kiss you?”

Marie flicked her focus between his lips and his eyes. She was frozen, only pulling back when she realized what was actually going on, “yes.”

He offered a small smile, and cupped his hand around her neck, turning to the side to kiss her cheek. “Playing coy now?” Behind them, Leah was making her way back up. Steven picked a pen up from the bar, “I’d really like to get to know you more. If I didn’t totally scare you away, I’d really like it if you’d call me.” He scribbled his name and number on her arm and made off, back to his friends.

Leah sat back down, and glanced at Marie. It seemed like she was trying to figure out what had gone down between them. And the moment she saw Steven’s name and number on Marie’s arm, it was like she had started to form ideas of what had happened.

Between drinks and conversation, Marie tried to ease Leah’s mind. She kept reassuring her that everything was okay and that nothing was going to come from it. She wasn’t planning on acting on it, and surely never planned to call Steven.

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Marie stared at Leah as she knocked on the door. Leah had her arm wrapped around her for support. The door flew open and Marco stood behind it, shirtless and pretty disheveled. Leah nudged Marie forward until Marco clung to her.

“She’s drunk but we took good care of her.”

“Thanks, Leah,”

Marco shut the door and whisked Marie up, carrying her to the couch. “Hey Drunkie,”

Marie giggled and pressed her hands to his chest, “can you fuck me please?”

He grinned and laid her down, reaching over to grab the throw blanket on the back of the couch, “no I don’t think we’re going to do that tonight.” He covered her up and sat down by her head, setting his hands in her hair. “What’s this?” He pointed to the ink on her forearm.

“A guy gave me his number. His name’s Steven. Steven wanted to fuck me,” she held up her arm to her face and looked at the number.

“Did he now?” Marco smiled again and ran his fingers over her cheek gently. “Did you want to fuck Steven?”

She shrugged and flopped her arms above her head, placing them in Marco’s lap. “He was nice. He asked me if it was okay for him to kiss me. You never asked,”

Marco chuckled and put his head back against the couch, “I never got the opportunity to ask. You were blowing me before I had the chance.” He held onto her hand loosely, “what’d you tell him?”

“He asked if it would be improper for him to kiss me. I said yes,” She turned over onto her stomach and kneaded her palms against his crotch, “can we fuck now?”

He pursed his lips together and bent over in order to plant his lips on hers, “I love you so damn much.”

“If you loved me, you’d put your dick in my pussy right now.”

Marco blushed harder and sat back, “you’re drunk. I’d feel like I was taking advantage of you… The last thing I want is to rape my future wife,”

“Then let me suck on your penis,” she whined. Sitting up on her own power, she got up close to his face and leaned her weight against his chest. “I want it in my mouth. Come in my mouth,”

He tried to resist her, grabbing onto her shoulders to keep her at bay. But she leaned closer anyway, kissing his lips feverishly. Even though he reciprocated, when Marie reached for his sweatpants, he tried to pull her hands away.

She was successful in pulling his dick out of his pants, and made deep eye contact with him when he held onto her wrists. “It’s not taking advantage. I want it Marco, I do. I spent the entire night thinking about you; I want to pleasure you,” Gently, she pulled her hand upwards, stroking his shaft.

He relaxed against the couch, resting his hands by his side as she worked on getting him hard. They kept eye contact until Marie looked down, gathered her hair to one side, and bent lower to kiss the head of his dick. Marco sucked a deep breath in and moved his hand to put it on Marie’s back, rubbing it softly.

When she opened her mouth wider to take more of him in, he let out a low groan and moved his hand from her back to the back of her head. He looked down to watch her, mouth hanging open as she sucked on his shaft, massaging it with her lips.

“Look up at me,” he growled, chewing on his bottom lip.

She did as he asked, and batted her eyelashes as she bobbed her head up and down on him. Instantly, she felt him throb in her mouth, and she pulled back, stroking him as she whispered, “you like that, baby?”

He nodded and pushed against the back of her head until she replaced her lips on his cock, “yeah baby. Those lips of yours drive me crazy.”

Marie forced herself lower until she began to gag, and the sound was almost too much for Marco. He moaned and tugged on her hair, clenching his teeth together to calm himself down some. She smirked and leaned in to lick his balls, sucking one into her mouth gently before paying the other some attention.

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that shit,”

She lifted her eyebrows to taunt him, and then replaced her lips on his cock. With one hand massaging his balls, he lost his composure in no time. As Marco began moaning louder, Sofia began to cry. But instead of either of them tearing away from each other, Marie kept focused.

He came in her mouth, stomach flexing each time he shot more of his load. Even though they could hear Sofia crying over the baby monitor, Marie took her time and stroked him as he recovered. After swallowing his load and watching him calm down, she leaned up on her knees and kissed his lips quickly, before she ran off to comfort Sof.

Oh she was still drunk, head ringing from Sofia’s cries, but she felt in control of herself. Watching the way she could turn Marco on was not only pleasurable for him, but for her too. She came back out with their daughter in her arms. Marco was lying back on the couch, still stroking himself.

When he saw Marie carrying Sofia, he felt himself get hard all over again. “I don’t know how you can go from giving me the best head of my life, to being a mother in less than a minute. It’s sexy as hell,”

Marie shrugged and sat beside him as he tucked his member back in his pants. “I like both jobs. I like being a mom, and I like sucking your dick. You taste good,” She wrapped Sofia’s blanket around her tighter, “I also like that you didn’t freak out when you saw this guy’s number on my arm,”

“Don’t take my passiveness for acceptance. I want you to wash it off,”

She smirked, “I think I’m gonna call him.” She stuck out her tongue and stood up, getting spanked by Marco in the process.

Notes

"Never Had" by Oscar Isaac.

Who knew that Oscar Isaac sang? Not me. But his voice is so soothing.