When she woke up in his bed the next morning, she never dreamed of the surprise he had waiting for her. It was just a little chilly and she was warm and comfortable under the quilt with him. When he got up to go to practice, she resisted.
“No, don’t leave me in here by myself. It’s cold,” she pouted. “And I’ll miss you,” she added, taking his hand and covering her breast with it.
“Not fair to tempt me. I have to go to practice,” he said smirking, but did not remove his hand. He leaned over her and kissed her lips softly. Her lips parted for him and he kissed her deep and slow. She sighed as his lips traveled down her neck. He pulled the blankets down to reveal her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She shivered with desire and from the sudden chill. He looked up at her and grinned. Then he jumped out of bed and flung the quilt to the floor.
“I have to go to practice,” he exclaimed laughing as he made his way to the shower.
“Alex!” she called after him in frustration, scrambling for the covers. “Not cool! You’re going to pay for that!”
She slipped her naked body into a pair of sweats and one of his hoodies and went downstairs to make coffee. She had finally learned how to use his fancy cappuccino machine, so she could make more than one cup at a time. She stopped short and decided he didn’t deserve any coffee after that display and refused to make a pot. She was still standing at the counter over the French press when he bounded down the stairs.
“Hey, where’s mine?” he pouted. She raised her eyebrows at him and went back to sipping from her own cup.
“Oh, you not mad. I just playing. Come on,” he said wrapping his hands around her and caressing her stomach underneath the hoodie.
“You cut that out. You had your chance.”
“Don’t be that way,” he pleaded and reached his hands up further and cupped both breasts.
“Alexander Mikhaylovich Ovechkin, you cut that out,” she cried, pushing back against him making him let go. “You have practice remember.”
He looked into her face and saw the sparkle in her eyes and the smile that she was almost successful in hiding.
“Okay,” he said. “Your loss. I be back in two hours. I have surprise for you.” He started walking away from her and she grabbed his hand.
“Surprise? What surprise?” she asked.
“No tell you. That’s what surprise is. Means you don’t know,” he insisted and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before heading out to the garage.
“Bye,” he grinned, waving the bottle at her.
“Wait!” She ran into his arms and kissed him good-bye, enjoying how good his hands felt as he cupped her rear.
She spent the next two hours, showering and cleaning up the house. Alex’s home was quite neat and clean, since he’d hardly been home lately. Though he had some dirty clothes tossed on the floor. He picked up after him, shaking her head. She heard a car and rushed to the window, but it was just someone driving by. She was anticipating his return more than she thought as she caught herself glancing out the window several times over the next few minutes. Stop it, she thought to herself, he’ll be here when he gets here. She finally made herself sit down and turn on the TV. The NHL Network was replaying the Olympic Special on Alex and Sidney Crosby. She remembered watching this special before she’d met Alex. Remembered think how nice Sidney was and how wild Alex had seemed. He wasn’t though. Not really. He was exciting and he made everything he did fun, but he wasn’t the crazy risk-taker that the media made him out to be. Except for the speeding. The speeding was bang on. She worried about him driving still, though he was adamant that he’d slowed down. That was mainly because he didn’t want a ticket, though.
The door opened from the garage and she jumped up, quickly pushing the off button on the remote. The Olympics was still a bit of a sore spot with Alex and she would not have him see what she’d been watching.
“You not waiting by the door for your surprise, huh?” he teased after accepting her kiss.
She grinned up at him. He took her hand and led her outside. They walked through the garage and out to the driveway where a trailer waited. A burly man in jeans and boots was leaning back against a red pickup truck.
“Alex?” Sophie questioned. He only grinned at her while the burly man went around to the back of the trailer. He opened the gate and backed a beautiful bay gelding out onto the drive way. Sophie was astounded. She looked over the beautiful horse with her mouth open. She reached up to pat the velvet nose and he allowed it before snorting slightly.
“You like him? He is supposed to be very good horse. He only three years old. You have to tell me. I don’t know much about horses,” Alex explained.
“Alex, he’s amazing!” she exclaimed running her hand down the horse’s neck and into the long black mane. He stood about 17 hands high and he was all muscle. He shifted his footing restlessly on the concrete of the driveway.
“There is stable about ten minutes away. I thought you might want to keep him there,” he said and added quietly, “unless you would like to take him to Baltimore.”
She smiled at him and suddenly threw her arms around his neck planting a big kiss on his mouth. The horse threw up his head reacting to her sudden movement, but the burly man had a hold of him and he did nothing but back up a few steps. Alex noticed though and wasn’t very happy about it.
“Are you sure he a good horse?”
“Yes, I just moved too fast. Horses have reflexes like hockey players. He’s wonderful, Alex.”
Alex looked at her understanding the analogy, but skeptical nonetheless.
“He really big. You are really little. Maybe he too big.”
“He’s not too big, Silly. He’s just right. I’ll teach you how to ride.”
“Me, ride? Uh, he is for you.”
“Alex? You’re not scared are you?” she teased.
“Of course not! I never scared.” Though, he eyed the horse with distrust. The horse looked back at him seeming to share his feelings.
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