Young & Wild & Free

the last.

The whole Horcoff family plus Taylor were out to dinner early in April to celebrate Blake’s completion of high school, her diploma had come in the mail earlier that day and everyone was very excited – especially Blake.

Blake and Phoebe had been out shopping the week before and Phoebe knew that Shawn hardly approved of his billet daughter’s little black dress, but the dinner was for her and no one could deny she looked beautiful. Taylor brought her a bouquet of flowers and she tucked a yellow daisy behind her hear before they left for the seafood restaurant that night.

“How long do you think until we hear from the Crunch about next season?” Shawn asked as he cracked into his lobster, holding Lily in his lap with the other hand.

“I don’t know,” Blake shrugged. “Hopefully soon, I know Murph and a couple other of the boys have already heard so maybe sometime this week or next week.” Blake explained, taking a bite of her shrimp, keeping one eye on Tommy who was playing with a crab leg.

“And what’s our plan B?” Phoebe asked, cutting up Jack’s dinner for him.

“If I don’t get asked back, then the plan is to head back to Michigan, fill out college apps and hope I can get in for spring semester.” Blake explained in an upbeat voice, not wanting to give away how much she didn’t want to do that. Taylor’s hand rest on her leg and he gave her knee a little squeeze, knowing that’s not what she wanted to do either.

The Oilers were having a great last week of regular season play and were expected to do well for playoffs. The Crunch weren’t heading into their playoffs for another month, so that ensured she would still be around until at least summertime.

Two weeks ago, Blake’s parents had called her to let he know they had sold her childhood home in East Lansing and moved fulltime to Florida. They kept an apartment not far from their old house for her while she was in college, but it made Blake dread heading back to Michigan even more – especially if she wasn’t even going home.

Blake knew that her parents desperately wanted her to go to Michigan for school, as her mother and father were both Wolverine Alumni, but Blake was willing to go anywhere that wanted her to play hockey, Michigan or not.

Her phone vibrated in her little wristlet on her chair tucked just under her thigh, but it was dinnertime and she knew it was rude to answer her cell phone during dinner. It rang again not twenty minutes later and she knew it wouldn’t hurt to at least check who it was.

“Your coach?” Taylor asked, looking down at the screen as well. “Babe, take it.” He insisted.

Blake looked up at Shawn who nodded. She slid out of her chair and headed to the lobby of the restaurant, walking as quickly as she could in another pair of borrowed heels from Phoebe.

“Hi Coach.” Blake answered, her heart fluttering in her chest as her voice jumped up an octave.

“Hey Blake, how’s it going?” Her Coach, Dale Tucker answered.

“I’m good coach, how are you?” She replied, twisting her feet and staring at the dark wood floor beneath her shoes.

“Good, did I catch you at a bad time? He asked.

“No, not at all, what’s up?” She lied, debating in her head if she should have taken a seat or stay standing.

“Well I’m just going to cut to the chase, the guys and I are making our rounds today for next season and we want to make sure you’re willing to stay with us for another year. Do you have another year with the Crunch in you, Blake?” He asked, making a megawatt grin spread across her face.

“Yes, absolutely I do.” She grinned, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Perfect, we’ll talk logistics at the rink next week, but we’re glad to have you on for another season.” Coach Tucker replied. “Have a good night, Blake.”

“You too, Coach, see ya.” She smiled before hanging up. Blake had a small fit in the lobby of the restaurant, squealing and jumping up and down before composing herself. No more wondering, no more worrying, no more questioning if she was doing the right thing, taking the right path. She was where she belonged. She entered the restaurant again, walking back to the big table at the back. She barely made eye contact with Phoebe before breaking into a big smile again. “They want me back!” She laughed, spreading her arms out as she announced it. The table erupted into cheers and it was only moments before she was swept off of her feet in a hug, twirled around by Taylor as he celebrated. Hugs were given all around the table and she felt pure happiness as Shawn smiled down at her.

“I knew they’d want you.” He grinned, “I’m so proud of you.” He added, making her fight to keep her watery eyes at bay.

“Thanks Shawn.” She grinned. “Think maybe you could help me find a place to live next year?” She asked, a twinkle in her eye.

“I think we know a place.” Shawn replied with a laugh. Phoebe butted in with an eye roll.

“As if we’d let you go anywhere else.”

•••

Three days later, Blake was getting ready to watch the Oilers game that night, butterflies in her stomach as she glanced at the Patrick Kane shirsey that she usually wore whenever she got the chance to see the Blackhawks play live. She opted not to wear it, pulling on a dark blue v-neck with a small Oilers logo on the front. Slipping into a pair of jeans and her favorite heeled boots, she grabbed her phone and purse before heading upstairs.

She was going to be driving separately from the Horcoff’s to the game that night as she planned to spend the night at Taylor’s afterwards.

“Be smart.” Phoebe warned as Blake kissed her cheek.

“I know.” Blake smiled, tossing her purse over her shoulder and grabbing the keys to the family car before heading down to the Rexall.

The Blackhawks ended up winning against the Oilers 4-3 despite a hard worked game by Taylor, incuding a goal and two assists, he really wanted to pull out a win against the guy who had a hard on for his girlfriend. Blake hopped down to the lower concourse as soon as the game ended, seeing Ryan first as he exited the locker room.

“Hi Ry!” She smiled as he hugged her.

“Hey B.” He replied, “guess who has a date this weekend?” He asked, watching as her face turned surprised.

“You do! Oh my God, who is it? Where did you meet her? Where are you taking her? Is she a good girl? Who is she? I should meet her.” She rattled off, making him roll his eyes.

“Her name is Andrea, but she goes by Andy. She’s a friend of Ashley’s that just moved here and she’s super cool.” He grinned. “And don’t worry, she’s good people.” He added.

“I still think I should meet her, you know, just in case. I mean, I trust Ashley’s judgment but, come on, let’s be real.” She said, holding onto his bicep. “You are my child and I need to make sure she’s good enough for you.” She added, making him laugh.

“Maybe after I take her out, I don’t want my mother scaring her away before the first date.” He laughed as they walked further into the building. “Want me to grab Taylor?” He asked.

“Yes please, thank you.” She grinned before Ryan dodged into the locker room. She fiddled with her cell phone for a moment, looking at her most recent message from Patrick.

From: Patrick
when can we meet up?


“Hey gorgeous.” She looked up to see her boyfriend dressed in his spandex shorts and a t-shirt.

“Hi baby.” She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. He ducked his head down, pressing his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, not minding the way his hands slid down to feel how tight her jeans were against the curve of her ass.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, there are children around these parts.” Taylor groaned as they broke apart to see Jordan entering the players’ lounge.

“Go away, Ebs.” Blake stuck out her tongue.

“Heard you’re here for another year,” he grinned, “I’ll make sure to go out and buy some more ear plugs.” He added, making Blake blush and Taylor roll his eyes at his roommate.

“I’ll take that as a congratulations.” She replied as he entered the locker room, leaving she and Taylor alone again. When her phone vibrated, she checked it over Taylor’s shoulder and it took him all of a moment to realize that she was most likely texting Patrick.

“Hmmm.” He hummed in disapproval.

“He just wants to say hi.” Blake insisted.

“He wants to do a lot more than say hi.” Taylor looked at his girlfriend knowingly.

“Nothing’s going to happen.” She insisted, pecking his lips. “You can come if you’d like.” She offered.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, but it might be a better idea than you going to see him alone.” He weighed his options.

“Baby, I’m going to go say hello, you’re going to change into your clean clothes, and I’ll be back before the heated seats can warm up.” She said, sliding her hands down his chest, pulling on the elastic of his shorts. “Or maybe keep the shorts. God I love these shorts.” She patted him teasingly before disappearing down the hallway.

Seeing Patrick in the lower hallway of the Rexall was an all too familiar sight that was more than welcome.

“Hey you.” He smiled, giving her a quick hug that was a lot friendlier and impersonal than the last time he greeted her with a squeeze.

“Great game.” She complimented. Taylor may have had a goal that night, but Patrick had two.

“I hear you’re going to be here for another year, no chance I could convince you to check out some of the triple-A in Chicago?” He asked with a grin, a certain hint of playfulness behind his blue eyes.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty attached to the people here.” She joked.

“Is that what this is about?” He took her hand in his where the ring Taylor gave her for Christmas sat, looking as beautiful as ever.

“Something like that.” She shrugged. “He’s good to me.” She added.

“He better be.” Patrick replied without missing a beat.

“Thank you for not siccing Carcillo on him tonight.” She added, “I was worried for a minute.” She finished.

“The last thing I’d want to do is disappoint you.” He licked his lower lip, watching as her cheeks burned a deep blush. He particularly enjoyed the way she looked when she blushed, and she did it so easily.

“You never have.” She said breathily. Patrick studied her face for a moment, shifting his weight. His mouth was poised to say something when the visitor’s locker room opened again to reveal a flushed Jonathan Toews in a charcoal grey suit. “Hi Jon!” She smiled, brightening instantly. She noticed that Patrick’s eyes flashed to something behind her and she turned just slightly to see Taylor approaching in his black suit with a white tuxedo shirt underneath, her favorite look on him. “Hey babe.” She greeted.

“Good to see ya, good game.” Taylor greeted Jon and Patrick separately with a brief handshake.

“Hall, your girl here isn’t much of an Oilers’ fan when we’re in town, eh?” Jon teased as Taylor rest his hand on Blake’s lower back.

“Everyone has their faults.” He grinned, looking down at Blake and holding back the urge to pin her against the wall and ravish her in front of Patrick Kane. He already didn’t like the way he was looking at her so openly as if he wasn’t even standing there. “Wanna hit the road, babe? We’ve got dinner at home.” He didn’t mind letting Patrick think that they obviously spent enough time together for him to refer to his apartment as their home.

“Yeah, good idea, I’m beat.” She nodded. She gave both Jon and Patrick a quick hug and goodbye before Taylor took her hand and they left the arena together. Patrick watched her walk away, wishing it were him she was leaving with and not Taylor Hall.

“Don’t worry about it man, we won.” Jon shrugged, knowing that Blake was a catch.

“Yeah, but she’s leaving with him tonight.” Patrick replied.

When Blake and Taylor arrived at his car, she leaned herself up against the side of the car, sliding her arms around his waist and pulling him into her. She kissed him deeply, running her hands back up his chest as he hooked hands around the back of her knees, supporting her ass with his hands.

“This better – be for – me.” He urged out between kisses.

“I am seriously so hot for you right now.” She breathed out, “you need to get me back to your place right now before Shawn comes out here and finds us fucking against your car.” Taylor’s ears burned red at his girlfriend’s raunchy words, tearing open her door and practically throwing her into the car. He sped around the front of the car, tripping for a moment before finding his feet again and getting into the driver’s seat.

The normally fifteen-minute drive to the apartment took about eight minutes that night and if it weren’t for the cameras in the elevator, Taylor would have had Blake half naked before even reaching apartment 7B.

“You are the best boyfriend ever.” She laughed as he tossed her down onto the bed.

“You’re the best girlfriend.” He took a split moment before he was covering her body with his.

“When you came up to me after the game, all showered and jealous and… spandex.” She whimpered as he all but ripped her jeans from her body.

“Jealous? I was not jealous.” He insisted, taking his time to enjoy the red panties he has bought for her at Victoria’s Secret a few weeks prior.

“Baby, you were jealous and it was sexy as hell.” She said, pushing him back down onto the bed, straddling his hips and peeling her shirt off of her body before rocking her hips down into his. “When you get all possessive, it makes me so wet.” She whispered into his ear. “Now pants off.” She added. In a flash, Taylor was naked and rolling a condom on his erection as Blake pulled her bra up and over her head, throwing it around his room.

“Mm, I wanna drive.” She bit her lip, looking him up and down with her hands on his chest as she pushed him back down onto his bed. When she dank down on top of him, they both contracted.

“Baby.” He exhaled, “Jesus you feel incredible.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he worked her hips back and forth over him.

Blake felt like a penny with beads of water slowly collecting atop it, begging to be pushed and spilled over as she ran her hands over Taylor’s abs. He slid his hand up her thigh to her apex where he ghosted his thumb over her clit, watching her convulse and let out a whimper that he wouldn’t mind hearing every day for the rest of his life.

“Tay.” She gasped while he massaged the tightly wound bundle of nerves. Leaning forward, his skin puckered as her nipples grazed his chest. She kissed him with fervor as he continued to rock into her.

“Baby, please.” He pleaded between kisses. A firm palm to her lower stomach and a few quick strokes and she was coming undone on top of him, the ripples of her orgasm setting him off as well. He enjoyed the weight of her body on top of his as she mewled slightly, warm, tired, and satisfied.

“I love you, Taylor.” She kissed his neck softly.

“I love you, too, baby.” He grabbed his sheet and pulled it over the two of them. “And don’t you ever forget it.”
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The end!
I know this was kind of abrupt, but I had tied up the ends I wanted and I didn't want to drag it out longer than it needed to be. If you guys want, I can do a sort of epilogue/glance into the future, but I do like this ending.
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