Limelight Love Story

19. Mind Blowing

Hearing her phone sound made Lucy grimace, and she stubbornly kept her eyes shut as she felt around for her device to stop it from blaring an annoying noise and disrupting hers and her husband's slumber. "Sorry about that, babe," she murmured apologetically and reached beside her to find her bed empty. She finally woke up enough to see that there was no sign of Tim or tea on her nightstand, and then she blinked away more of her sleepiness to realize that she was in a hotel. Not at home. Not with her husband. Which meant that annoying noise she silenced was his call. Lucy lunged for her phone and frowned when she read that she had one missed call from Tim. She redialed, suddenly impatient to hear his voice, and chewed at her lip.

"Morning, gorgeous," he answered. "Let me guess, you thought my call was an alarm?"

"Guilty," she replied, her voice slightly sore, and suddenly feeling wholly uncomfortable waking up without him. "Morning, husband."

"How was your concert yesterday?"

"Better than your game. The Kings hadn't lost in over a month before last night, and you, my love, didn't score a single goal."

"I blame it on the lack of sex in my pregame routine and not having my best fan in the stands."

"Believe me, I wish I was home with you helping you with your pregame routine right about now."

"Wish I was home, too, but I'm in Florida. We played Tampa Bay last night."

She scratched her head. "Right, sorry. I can't believe I'm in Seattle. We're literally across the country from each other."

"Won't be for too much longer. Two more nights," he reminded her.

"And then we're on the road to Calgary." Traveling even more was exhausting, but it was a worthwhile price to pay to see Tim as much as possible.

"Maybe you shouldn't come."

"You don't want me at your game?" Her heart dropped to her stomach.

"No, no, of course I want you there, baby. I'm just saying that it's a lot of flying around in one week. You deserve to rest."

"Rest at home alone? That sounds miserable. If I can get cuddles in Calgary, then I'm going with you to cuddle with you for hours." Lucy laid back in bed and could imagine his limbs around hers and could almost hear his heartbeat, smell his scent, and feel the warmth of his body heat. She had memorized him and them so well it was easy enough to conjure the familiar sensations that came with snuggling up with Tim.

"It's okay if you change your mind and can't make the trip," he replied instead of telling her that truthfully, all of the tightness in his muscles could be relieved and the flurry in his mind would be quieted with some quality time with his wife inhaling her shampoo mixed with her perfume, running his hands over her soft skin, feeling her laughter vibrate through both of their bodies, and burying his face in her neck in just the right spot that elicited the most delicious noises out of her. Even if holding her remained completely innocent, it would be perfect, but Tim was not a strong enough man to turn down the opportunity to move his mouth across her body until the rest of the world completely faded away and all that remained was their passion, their love, and the electricity they generated together.

"Seems like I have to come to help you with that pregame ritual. We can't lose again."

Tim smirked. She referred to the L.A. Kings as "we" rightfully deeming herself a member of the team, because she was. In some ways, Lucy had become an extension of him, and his successes were partially attributed to her as well as his losses. As his teammate in life, it was incredibly meaningful to hear how much she valued his career. "Remember when you didn't care about hockey?"