Chapter Twenty-Two

Well, I promised myself that I would finish this fic before the end of the year... and I technically will... tomorrow the Epilogue will be up for you all to read.
This has been quite the journey with this story, never in a million years would I have thought I'd be writing an Ovechkin fic... Never in a million years did I think that fic would make it to 22 Chapters... completely crazy. Still can't say that I'm a huge Ovie fan, but I will admit that I will always be a sucker for his beautiful baby blues and I'll always be fascniated by this man. He's definitely one of a kind it seems.
Your comments are most definitely the reason I've kept writing this story, especially since I was afraid since day one that there wouldn't be many fans of it, but you proved me wrong! Thanks for letting me write out my twisted fantasy. I have to say the sex on the Batmobile will probably be one of my more proud writing moments. LOL
I'd love to say that this will be my last full story until I'm done school, but we all see how that worked out... I couldn't stay away... the ideas get caught in my head and run away once my fingers hit the keyboard.  I will say though to keep an eye out on my short-stories blog, Ulterior Motives because there is definitely some new material being posted on there. At some point I will also be posting another one of my long-fics that I have in my archives... So I'll keep ya'll in the loop.
Thank you so much again to all my Anonymous commentors, Nealskanen, Bublbabie, JD89, Erin, Daroxygirl, Mimi, RebelHeart87, and of course K... you peeps are what make this story!!

...I have been taught,
Love is a vice.
So go these thoughts
and I put them on Ice.

thank God you're here
I need you to hear this,
So sick of my shit
I promise, I'm through tempting faith.

I know I'm in love now
And you are what love is to me,
Please tell me this isn't too little, too late.

Ooo, let's move fast.
Making up time would be nice.

I'm so sorry, I put these things on Ice.

-Chris Thile

Ch. 22

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d be dressed in your very own hockey jersey!” Faith exhaled, feigning faintness and dropping back into the wall of the living room as soon as I emerged from the basement in one of my early Christmas presents from Alex.  Despite my protests, he insisted on giving this to me, claiming if I was to be a real hockey fan, I needed to look like one.  I’m fairly sure something was lost in translation somewhere along the way, especially since I never said anything about wanting to be a hockey fan.  All I had asked was for him to explain the game to me a little, so I at least knew a little bit more than how you got a point by scoring a goal.  He took it as me wanting to know every single detail and even had me out on skates with a hockey stick at one of the outdoor rinks just the other day.  Luckily I had no problem ice skating, but I still lost my balance almost every time I would take a shot at the net.  Alex of course found this all too humorous and seemed to laugh even harder when I’d scowl at him.  The only plus in all this was…Alex was laughing again.

Nicky stopped by the bakery the one day just to tell me that he was glad Alex and I were together and mentioned that it was nice to have his old friend back.  I’m not quite sure what that all meant, but I assumed it was a good thing.  All I knew was that Alex had me with every word, kiss, and smile.

Of course not everything was butterflies and rainbows.  It took a little for Alex to get used to the fact that unlike the majority of his other girlfriends, I had a business to run, so I wasn’t always able to be out every night until the wee morning hours.  In fact, if I didn’t have him in my bed and actually see him sleep; I would have never believed the man slept. 

In turn it took me a little to be cool with him being out all night without me.  It didn’t always help my self-esteem when I would be out with him at a club and beautiful girls would literally throw themselves in front of him.  He of course would oblige them a smile or a small flirt, but I quickly realized that it wasn’t worth getting upset over.  There was something I had that they didn’t and that was Alex’s respect and love.

“At least this one doesn’t smell like beer,” I giggled, unable to not remember my terrible date with Trevor while looking down at the brand-new red jersey.

“I still think mine is better though,” Faith joked, feeling the need to turn around and pimp the back of her jersey where CARLSON was spelled out on the back.

“You two make me sick!” Becky cried, fake pouting.  “Where is my hockey player?!”

“You and Green looked a little close the other night,” I ribbed her.

She suddenly blushed and turned away from Faith and I as we sniggered at her reaction.  No more complaints were heard.

This was the first game I was going to since the game Alex bribed me into going in October.  Even though I’d never tell the hockey twins or Alex, I was actually excited to be going to the game.  Our tickets were once again by the home bench, but high enough up so we could see the whole rink.

“Thank God for the boys and their awesome ticket selection skills!” Faith exclaimed bouncing up and down in her seat as the team began taking the ice for their warm-up.  Despite the place not being filled up yet, the crowd was still loudly cheering for the team.

Alex skated by and gave me an acknowledging look before putting on his game face for the next 3 hours.  The look included his cocky smirk and for some reason I had a distinct feeling he was going to score a goal tonight.

The more time I spent with Alex, the more I was beginning to understand that he was really having a tough season.  Things didn’t seem to be going his way like they had supposedly gone for him since he entered the league.  According to the girls, Alex was considered an elite hockey player in this league.  I knew he was a good player, but I didn’t realize how good of a player until I sat down with his mom one night and looked at her photo albums.  I was floored when I she got to the pictures of him with all the prestigious awards he had won during his time thus far with the NHL.  It was obvious that she wasn’t just talking up Alex because he was her son.

“Why didn’t he play basketball?” I asked Tatiana after she told me about herself being on the national stage for the Olympics.

She smiled and shook her head.  “After Alex see his first hockey game, he never stop talking about it.  He born to play.”

It always made my heart squeeze a bit when she talked about her son.  It was so obvious how proud she was of him.  He truly did have a special family support system; reminding me of my own family support system.

Just in the last week, things seemed to be starting to turn around for Alex.  He didn’t seem as frustrated about the game when he talked to me about it.  In fact even he said the one day that he felt the team was about to turn a corner.

A little under 8 minutes into the game, Alex scored the first goal.  It was a long fed pass from Karl, in fact even after watching the replay on the jumbo-tron; I was still in awe that the puck ended up on Alex’s stick from such a long distance.  He made it look so easy.  The three of us stood up, screaming madly with the crowd as Alex celebrated with the rest of his line mates.  Nicky scored almost 7 minutes later with a wrap around goal.

Despite no goals being scored during the second period, to me, the team seemed to completely dominate Nashville.  I knew it was going to be a good night.

We were still getting our feet under us, but I felt like we were finally starting to see some results.  Nashville is a tough defense team, so it was a good win for us to get and even better to get it at home.

For me personally, I was finally seeing how important it was to stay grounded.  All the super-star treatment had seemingly taken its toll.  Spending most of my free time with Lana and my family was making it easy to see.  Finally I was achieving that balance that my grandmother so often told me I would find.

“Did ya hear me cheering?!” Lana squeaked happily, jumping into my arms as soon as I emerged from the locker room after the game.

I laughed and breathed in her now very familiar scent.  “I’m positive I heard some Southern accent yelling something about getting a piece from her tonight,” I growled into her ear on purpose.  Of course she immediately began squirming and making some lame as excuses about her having to get home so that she could get into the bakery early tomorrow because of all the holiday orders.

“I’m sure I announced to you more than once that this week is pure and utter hell for me,” she pouted as I set her back down onto the floor in front of me.

“But starting Saturday, you all mine for two weeks,” I happily reminded her, patting her on the head for added dramatics.  She sighed and smiled, attempting to keep herself from looking as excited as she was, but she failed miserably.

She had already planned to shut the bakery down for the week between Christmas and New Year, but I talked her into closing it for two weeks for the simple fact that she deserved to have a vacation.  The schedule for me between the holidays was jammed packed with games, but it was already determined that she would be coming to all the games, home and away.

“Exactly!” she smiled over my way as we walked out to my car.

“I’m still staying over tonight,” I declared right as she climbed in the car, slamming her door shut before I could hear her protests.  When I got in on the driver’s side she was sitting in her seat with her arms crossed and not looking at me.  “If you keep biting your lip that hard, you are going to draw blood, Little Lana,” I laughed.

She turned to me, stuck out her tongue and went back to biting her lip.  All I could do was laugh and damn it felt good.  She made me feel good.  She felt even better when he was riding me about an hour later.

“Fuck, where do you get the energy after playing a game?” she whined when I forced myself deep into her as she screwed herself down over my dick.

I just smiled, grabbed her hips tightly and took control, despite the fact she was on-top; not that she minded.  Lana’s head dropped backwards and left out a low moan and roughly grabbed her own tits in her hands.  It was all to easy to think about how she was that first time on my dining room table, all nervous and worried.  Now she was a complete sex kitten, willing to try different things.  Not even a shred of nervousness could be found when it came to our bedroom antics.  In fact, Lana quickly became a fond user of the sex swing I had.  Tonight however, we were at her place, so no swing, just plain old hard sex.

“So hot and dirty when you do that,” I murmured, sliding my hands up her body and squeezing her hands and breasts.  She bit her lip until I bottomed out in her once more, causing her mouth to open allowing for sound to come out again.

“I blame you,” she said in between bounces.

I just smirked and fucked her even harder, flipping positions quickly to take the breath from her.  Pulling her to the edge of the bed and cupping her ass, I lifted her up off the bed, making for an angle that put me deep inside of her and had us both crying out for Mercy in the matter of moments.

Later that night she snuggled against me and I wrapped my arms around her body, holding her close.  She felt so perfect lying against me.  This is what life was made for.  Kissing her head, I breathed her in.  “Lana?”

“Yeah?” she whispered sleepily.

“I love you,” I said quietly, but firmly so she didn’t think I wasn’t serious.  It was quite possibly the first time I had ever said the words to a woman and meant them.

“I love you too,” she cooed easily.