Falling for You Was Out of My Control

Evgeni’s POV
‘I PLAY TONIGHT!’ I sent Jessie a text too excited to wait until I saw her to tell her the good news.
‘That’s great,’ she answered. But it didn’t seem great with that response, no smiley faces, no expression. I knew she was worried about me but I was ok.

‘Will you be home for lunch?’ she texted in a hurry.
‘Home?’ I was smiling to myself like an idiot that she was calling it home.
‘Or my place? Whatever you want to call it?’
‘No your place home my place holiday.’
‘Ok well hurry up.’

I finished shoving my stuff in my bag before heading home. I knew I was going to need to convince Jessie that this was a good idea.

“Hey,” I walked in the door and found her sitting at the dining table with her head in a pile of text books.
“Hey,” she didn’t look up at me and maybe that was why she wasn’t so excited right now.
“Something wrong?” I had to check though.
“No, just busy,” she continued to write away.
“You want me make lunch?”
“No, no I can do it,” she began to pull away from her books but was still determined to write.
“No I do it, you finish,” I headed into the kitchen.

I watched her over the bench as she continued to write. She was so determined to finish, determined to make her parents proud. If only she could see that was all I was trying to do.

“Here,” I set her chicken roll on the table and sat down next to her with mine.
“Oh thanks,” she leant over and kissed my cheek.

We sat there eating in silence and got pestered by the dogs as they begged and begged for food.

“I am ok,” I looked at her as she stared at the wall in front of her.
“I know,” she sighed, “but you said so yourself you needed a few more practices before you would be ready, you’ve only had one,” she looked desperate for me to listen.
“I know but am ok,” I needed her to know that because I really was.
“Can’t you just wait?”
“Seasons are short, if I wait no more hockey.”
“So?”
“If I not prove can play I get traded,” I narrowed my eyes because I really didn’t want to be telling her this. I didn’t want to tell anyone about the thoughts running through my head, my biggest fear and I regretted it straight away.

“Evgeni,” she got up and followed me as I headed into the bedroom to take a nap wishing I hadn’t said that.
“You’re not going to get traded,” she climbed into bed and straddled my lap to stop me from ignoring her.

Jessie’s POV
“Evgeni,” I got up and followed him into the bedroom where he was bound to use taking a nap as an excuse not to talk.
“You’re not going to get traded,” I climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips to stop him from ignoring me.
“How you know?” he folded his arms across his chest trying to shut me out.
“Because they would be idiots to do it,” I grabbed his arms and unfolded them, “but just because you aren’t scoring goals doesn’t mean anything, you are a different sort of player now so stop worrying.”
“I guess.”

“Now where is that smile?” I lent down and kissed his lips.
“No,” he grumbled before it turned into a moan as I moved my lips to his neck.

“Jessie,” I looked up at there was hunger in his eyes, “not now.”
“I know, this is just so you know what you will be missing out on if you hurt yourself,” I ran my hands under his shirt teasing him letting my hands roam.
“Stop,” he eyes slipped shut but I could tell he didn’t actually want me to.
“Ok,” I wasn’t sure he thought I actually would stop because his eyes were adorable as they widened when I sat up.

“Tonight,” I reminded as I kissed his lips one last time.
“Tonight,” he repeated watching me climb off his lap.

I wasn’t convinced that Evgeni was going to be ready to play so soon but there was no stopping him. The doctors had cleared him and it was all go, but I didn’t want him to. I couldn’t let him knowing what could happen if he was hit again.

I wanted to be happy for him as he skated around the ice, a huge smile plastered on his face and when he scored that goal I knew he was ok. I found myself worrying less and just enjoying the game more. Enjoying watching my man back out on the ice where he was happy and wanted to be.

“We won,” he walked in the door getting bombarded by the dogs.
“I know,” I headed over and greeted him.
“Do I get prize?” he hooked his arm around my back and pulled me to him eliminating all space between us.
“I guess you could,” I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom.

“Sit,” I pushed him down onto the bed and he stared at me licking his lips.
“You know I missed this,” I sat down on his lap and started on his shirt straight away because I really had missed this.
“I missed you,” I undid each button kissing his chest and stomach as it was exposed.
“I missed you too,” he grabbed my face and pulled me back up to him kissing me hard on the lips.

His breath hitched as I reached for his pants, popping the first button and sliding the zipper down.
“Jessie,” he bit at my neck as I slipped my hands under the waist band on his briefs.
“Yeah,” I felt dazed by his hands.
“No more teasing,” he flipped us over and hurried up the tortures process.

He had a way of making me fall apart at the seams with every little touch, every thrust, every sigh, moan and groan, every drop of my name. I loved feeling the heat, the slick of our bodies, the sweat, and his smell, how he took control but used it to please me first.

“Evgeni,” I panted as he buried his face into my neck trying to catch his breath.
“Yeah?” he looked up blinking away the sweat running down his forehead.
“Even if you did get traded it wouldn’t change anything between us,” I ran my hand through his hair.
“If I leave you come?” he looked at me with a hopeful smile.
“Anywhere.”
“Thanks,” he breathed planting a kiss on my lips before moving off of me to settle down pulling me into his side.