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Christopher jogs in front of me and opens the door to his truck. He’d been letting it heat up for a good ten minutes while we said our goodbyes to our family at the Biscuit, so it’s nice and toasty when we get in.
I climb in and buckle up, getting an almost startling sight of my diamond engagement ring as I pull the belt across my torso. I can’t believe we’re engaged when just two days ago I was wondering if he was going to dump me to focus solely on hockey. I let out a long breath, feeling as peacefully content as I do excited to marry the boy I’ve loved for so many years. Everything seems like it’s finally fallen into place.
Christopher gets in the driver’s seat and turns to look at me. He takes hold of my left hand and brings it up to his lips. He lays a kiss on each knuckle and then just stares at the ring for a few seconds with a silly grin on his face.
"You did it," I joke.
"I did it," he replies triumphantly. "So, where to, Mrs. MacCormack?"
"Okay, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s still Gunderson to you."
"Fair point, Gunderson," he says with a laugh. "So, where to?"
"I don’t feel like going home yet. Do you?"
"No, not all. It’s fucking bananas that we’re going to sleep apart tonight. Maybe we should catch a flight back to Denver. By the way, do you want to move in with me?"
I just start laughing. "This is all so nuts."
"Good nuts or bad nuts?"
"Well…are we talking about your nuts?"
He bursts out laughing. "Summer Gunderson! I didn’t think you had it in you."
"Apparently Summer MacCormack does?"
"There it is," he says and squeezes my hand. "So what do you say?"
"Moving in with me."
"Well, it’s starting to become a theme, but…yes," I exclaim.
Christopher smiles widely and I’m tempted to take out my phone and snap a picture of it. I do my best to capture it as a memory to hold onto for the rest of my life.
"Let’s go for a drive," he says and I nod in agreement.
Since our town is small there aren’t a whole lot of sights to see, so it’s not that weird that we end up at the high school. After all, we’ve been on a bit of a nostalgic kick today. Christopher pulls up in the student parking lot, in the spot he always seemed to park in. I’m not sure if it’s just instinct or intentional.
"Just like old times," I tell him.
"Just like old times," he repeats back.
"We never really sat around though and talked. You used to just take off toward home right away. I wish we would have done a little more of this back then."
He laughs and looks up at the dinged ceiling of his truck. "You’re telling me this now? I would have loved to, but I didn’t want to seem like a total creep."
"I wouldn’t have thought it was creepy. Not at all," I argue.
He just smiles as he keeps shaking his head.
I go on. "What can I say? I had a huge crush on you. I was just hoping you’d kiss me on one of those rides home."
Christopher tilts his head to look over at me with the sweetest eyes. He leans over toward me and traces my jawline up to my ear. I end up smiling into the kiss he gives me that is soft and warm and utterly loving.
When he leans back, I breathe out, "Yeah, like that."
"Obviously," he says. "That’s all I wanted to do back then too. It’s all I want to do now, to be perfectly honest. I have to make myself hold back every time we’re together."
"I know the feeling," I tell him and then unlatch my seatbelt. "You know, there’s something else I thought about doing. Something I’d have never confessed to back then and can barely confess to it now."
"Oh yeah?" he replies. "Do tell, Gunderson."
"I used to think about this..." I take off my coat, then unbutton my jeans and push them down my legs, pushing my sneakers off in the process.
"Summer…I…" he stammers as he unbuckles his seat belt and takes off his coat.
"Tell me you didn’t think about this too?" Summer prods as she takes off her coat and then crawls over to straddle my lap.
My voice trembles as I answer, "Of course I did. All…the…time."
"In your truck? Like this?" she whispers.
I can’t even answer her with words anymore. Instead, I let my mouth answer by connecting with hers with a desperate urgency that only comes when I’m kissing Summer. It was never like this with anyone else, and I’m glad to know that I’ll never kiss anyone but her for the rest of my life. I grip onto her ass pull her snug against my crotch. She starts to writhe against me and drops her head back as she does it. With her panties still on, I’ve got to believe the friction is turning her on. I can’t help myself and kiss her throat and all across her neck.
Summer moans as her movements get more frantic. I need her. Now. And the feeling must be mutual. She unbuckles my belt and then fumbles with the buttons of my fly. I lend a hand to free my erection without totally hurting myself and it takes patience that I can barely muster.
I’m about to slide her panties aside when I realize that I’m bare. "I don’t have any condoms," I murmur against her jaw.
"I don’t care," she says. "Do you?"
"No," I answer immediately. "Not at all."
And that’s the truth. Come what may, I just need to be inside her and be with her like this. She lifts from her knees and hovers above me. I take hold of her hips and lower her down.
It is pure bliss as I enter her, inch-by-inch.
She begins to move, her hips rocking smoothly, taking me in deeper and deeper. I can barely remember my own name, but I do have the sense to appreciate that I’m fucking Summer Gunderson in my truck in the parking lot where I dreamed of simply getting the opportunity to hold her hand. This goes beyond whatever my imagination could come up with back then.
Dreams really can come true.
I need even more of her, so I lift off her top and gently pull her bra down to expose her gorgeous tits. As much as I want to worship them, I know she’s also a big fan of this kind of affection. As she continues to ride and ride, I suck and nibble and squeeze.
The sounds that come out of her are going to imprint on my memory for years to come.
I’ve barely been holding on, but I want this to be a mutual experience. So I use my thumb to rub against her while she moves faster. Her once smooth motions transform into rough jerks. The pressure within me builds to nearly painful. I’m absolutely on the verge of letting go inside her.
I rub harder, more chaotically, not sure if it works, but I can hardly do anything at all skillful at this point.
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders and her breasts bounce up against my chin. It’s a frenzy of sex with the one woman I’ve wanted more than anyone else on this earth.
"Please," I plead with her. Hoping she understands what I mean—that I can’t possibly keep this going, even though it’s an ecstasy I would gladly trade my championship ring to experience forever.
The moment she comes and squeezes me oh so tight, my head drops back and I come with a new level of intensity I’ve never experienced before. It takes minutes, not seconds, to come back to the moment and realize the gravity of everything that happened today.
The skating on Webster lake.
The hot chocolate.
The response, Yes.
As it comes back to me it reminds me of waking up the morning after winning the Cup, when I remembered that it happened and that I’d scored the game-winning goal. Except this moment is different. It’s even sweeter. More glorious. More victorious. Because today, I won Summer Gunderson's heart.
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