Been You

Chapter 28: Celebrate With Me

JUSTIN'S POV:

After being in practice all morning, I was starving by the time Ely and I sat down to eat at Panera. But we did everything but eat. Sitting in the booth, Ely was all over me, kissing me fervently on the mouth, on my neck, everywhere. And I certainly couldn't keep my hands to myself, groping her boobs, hips, ass and thighs as her lips explored my body in the public area, for everyone to see. This was getting me so hot, if this went on any longer, I'd have to fuck her right here in the middle of the restaurant. I pull away, against my better judgement, and look at her questioningly. I was such a jerk this morning, so... "What's gotten into you, babygirl?" I ask, this being much too good to be true. She climbs closer to me in the booth, if that's even possible.

"I just want you... so badly right now," she whispers. "I want you to -" I cover her mouth before she can continue. I wanna screw her so badly but I don't have time and I need to keep a clear head during the game. I pull my hand away from her mouth to reveal her pouting at me, guilting me into giving in. I have to stay strong.

"Babe, you know I'd love to do whatever you were about to say, but I have to be back at the rink in fifteen minutes and we haven't even eaten yet. Please don't be sad," I say, pouting back at her. She's not the only one who can play the guilt card.

"Fine," she relents. We eat quickly, then I take our trays to put them away.

"Babe, I know you probably don't want to, but it would really mean a lot to me if you came to the rink for warmups? I feel like if you're watching me, I'll be so set on impressing you that I'll play better. Please say you'll go?" I ask, pouting again. I could get used to this.

"But, of course. Anything for you, baby," she says in a baby voice kissing me square on my pout. God, she's the cutest thing.

She and I walk over to the rink together, hand in hand. Once there, I get out on the ice, and she sits front row, cheering me on before I even start. Ugh, she's adorable. And I was right, I do play better with her watching, both in the warm ups and in the actual game. By halftime, we're up by three and we pretty much have the win locked. During halftime I head over to see Ely. She's sitting next to my mom. Shit, should I have told her my mom was coming? I hope she's not mad. She seems happy, but then again, would she get upset in front of my mom? Probably not. Dammit. Nevertheless, they both congratulate me on the great first half. Ely low key gives me bedroom eyes, though, fueling me up for the second half. And as predicted, the hawks win and I couldn't be happier. I couldn't ask for more. I go find Ely, say goodbye to my mom, then take Ely by the hand.

"You're staying over mine, right?" I ask when we reach the point where we would part ways if she were to go to her dorm.

"Hell, yeah!" She yells. I smile at her enthusiasm. She's almost happier about the win than I am. When we get to the house, it's all dark, which is strange. It also smells insanely delicious, which is also strange. I flip on the lights and the living room is full of decorations, a banner, streamers, balloons, all of it.

"Surprise!" Ely yells, jumping up for me to catch her. She straddles my waist as I hold her legs up. She kisses me quickly on the lips before asking eagerly, "Do you like it?" I smile, kissing her back.

"I love it," I say, genuinely. What I love even more is that she believed in me. She knew I would win. I'm so lucky to have her.

"Are you hungry, baby?" She asks, happily. Why is she so adorable.

"Starved, actually," I say, the delicious smell in the house making my hunger more ravenous.

"How does... lasagna sound?" She asks, smirking, her eyebrows rising and falling. Damn. I'm so happy I could cry.

"You didn't," I say in disbelief. She jumps down, nodding her head and grinning before running off to the kitchen. I follow her, excitedly. Did I say before that I couldn't be any happier? Because now I couldn't be happier.