Chapter 450: Mimi XLVII—Afternoon Games
…ah she would have to blame Patrick for this. Of course she could never deny the amazing physical beauties of Peter Forsberg, and what woman amongst the wives and girlfriends could say that she hadn’t had her fantasies from time to time if not continuously, but honestly, Michele really didn’t put much thought into Peter besides passing appreciation, almost as long as she’d known him. Really, because knowing Peter, and knowing his reputation, netting a man like him, even just for an evening, would be, well, too easy. In fact, stooping down to actually chasing a man like him would be five steps beneath her, only lovesick groupies and amateur conquerors really valued the pleasure of his company. Even bragging about it didn’t amount to much.
Josefina Ruiz had been a different breed though, what a woman had never done, as far as Michele knew was catch Peter’s heart, even to graze her teeth on it. And Michele thought that Jo really had done it. At any rate she’d come the closest to it, more so than any woman could say she had. Now there would be the challenge of Peter Forsberg, a gauntlet to throw down to any Queen in training but not for her, now with three children and a husband, and since the exact challenge didn’t suit her, Michele never thought more on it.
But today, oh today was different. It angered Michele more than anything it being so different, because that meant a surprise and when it came to her own gut urges surprises didn’t suit her nor were they welcome. Perhaps it was the entire surprise of the situation that did it, but the perhaps did nothing to alleviate or explain the present. And what stood before her at the present? Peter Forsberg standing behind the last row of seats in the suite box, leaning on a rail in a pale buttoned shirt, strong chest and shoulders, jewel toned auburn hair and silver ghost eyes.
Oddly enough, normally a sight like that did not move her too much. But the moment Peter walked into the suite, surprising everyone in the box, Michele’s heart actually jumped, her belly turned and her thighs trembled because she knew the feeling of wanting something at that moment and wanting that something to bruise her, pleasure her, cry her name, pin her, just imagine himself devastating her and then laughing as she pushed him off. So she held her breath, confused and speechless.
“Peter!” Debbie exclaimed. “You’re not playing today?”
Peter grimaced, and he blushed, looking embarrassed and he spoke softly, and Michele always knew him to speak softly. She remembered Josefina complaining about that actually in the days before she left. She couldn’t stand how shy Peter got sometimes. “Nah not today, I have an, an issue.”
“Oh are you hurt?” Debbie asked.
Peter nodded, looked at the ground and reddened anew. The way his hair fell over his pale forehead caused another chill in Michele’s spine. “Yeah I’m hurt. I thought I would be okay, last game, you see. I took a hit and I just don’t feel a hundred percent still. It’s not completely bad.” He looked up, eyes that shone like polished coins, “I mean it’s not too serious, just…”
“A groin pull?” Jonathan asked with all the tact children were blessed with and that lightened Michele considerably, and she smiled.
Peter sniffed and nodded. “Yeah… no… well it’s mostly abdominal, I should be okay in a few days, the staff just wants to be safe.”
“Man that sucks,” Jonathan nodded, “Want me to get ya something Pete? Need a beer or a coke?”
Michele
turned around and smiled, listening to her son dote on Peter. She knew that
Jonathan could get real restless sometimes being locked up in the suite with a
bunch of women and small children, he preferred staying in the video room to
watch games but today she’d asked him to stay in the suite, just to encourage
his company. It would be a blessing to have another man in here, someone
Jonathan could feel comfortable with. It didn’t take long for them to lapse
into deep conversation about, above all things, the recent situation on the
news involving
Still… her belly warmed with desire deep inside just hearing the Swede’s soft voice and she knew, just knew that was Patrick’s fault. Damn him! Since when did he come home from a roadtrip disinterested in sex? Too tired, not in the mood, what right did he have to be not in the mood? She could imagine he’d had his fun while away, what did he think she was doing, entertaining the mail man? He could at least be a little courteous and spare her five stinking minutes, selfish bastard.
That would make almost a week without male contact, and if Patrick was in a mood, perhaps longer. Seriously if he was embracing playoff style celibacy that would be ridiculous because he didn’t seem to be winning any games lately anyway. So there, she was convinced, this was all Patrick’s fault, and she had no real affection or want for Peter Forsberg other than knowing he was a male, he was easy, he was built like a tank and in the general vicinity. Either way, she felt herself losing brain cells just contemplating it.
She thought
about the day. The children were done with their activities, figure skating for
Jana and hockey for the boys, and the game would be done by
Jana buzzed over Brandi Blake, admiring her new Vitton purse and bragging about her skills in figure skating and then asking about the baby. Jonathan and Peter continued to discuss world events to a depressing monotone, and Debbie laughed about the stupidity of men with Jennifer Foote, who had become one of Debbie’s close friends, Michele supposed mostly due to her new pregnancy. Both of the women laughed and teased Cecile about Danny’s blue hair and Cecile although laughing it off, also pointed out that Joe and Keane should be old enough to be above pranks like that which only caused Debbie to laugh even more.
“If Joe’s making school yard pranks a habit nowadays,” Debbie giggled, “Then thank God because it would be good for him to be a goof every now and then. Even if it is at Danny’s expense hon.”
“Actually I kinda like the blue hair,” Cecile said thoughtfully, “It matches his eyes.” And she laughed. At that point the twins and Mitchell got into an argument about who had the right to sit on Cecile’s lap and the girl moved quickly to calm it down. As usual she displayed an almost magical touch with children and the situation resolved rather fast.
“I couldn’t stay awake for you, Cecile,” Jana pouted.
Michele opened one eye and looked at her daughter who’d left Brandi’s side and flopped onto a chair near Cecile.
“Oh I’m sorry honey bug,” Cecile said and she patted Jana’s skinny shoulder. “But I did come; I just didn’t want to wake you up.”
Jana smiled. “I know you were the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes this morning, hee! So I wasn’t sad because you didn’t really forget about me, but I got scared.”
Michele sighed quietly. Jana had improved so much since the day of that attack, the night terrors had stopped and she had started to spend more time in her bedroom with no talk of ghosts but she still remained stubbornly insistent on Cecile keeping watch over her on the weekends she spent at the house. She didn’t want to take away her daughter’s sense of security but she didn’t want the nanny becoming a real emotional crutch to her.
“Well I’ll be there early tonight okay?”
“Yay!” Jana grinned.
I could really just fall asleep right now.
The Pepsi Center crowed stood on their feet by game’s end, appreciative of a precious win, a precious two points in the standings and applauding the quite solid performance of David Aebischer in net. The boy had posted a shut out and most of the third period had been spent with Jonathan and Peter commenting on “Abby’s” exceptionally quick side to side movement in his crease. See now that’s what I have to work on, Jonathan kept saying. Hey I’d be glad to toss some shots at you for practice, Peter kept replying.
Ah how nice, they were friends now.
After the game Patrick seemed in really good spirits and he chased the kids all the way into the house, rough housing loudly with them and the dog. Michele half grinned, at least he didn’t feel insecure about Aebischer’s wonderful performance and come home looming and grumpy because he hadn’t had a win in days. All that mattered apparently was that the team had climbed their two points in the standings and they had a home stand to build on before the all star break.
She could hear all of them screaming and laughing downstairs when her cell phone rang. She raised her eyebrows when she saw the number on the phone’s face. “Daniel?”
“Yeah, hi,” Danny said after a brief pause, a guilty pause?
Michele smiled. “Are you looking for Cecile?” And she emphasized the girl’s name just to be randomly mean.
A long pause, she half thought maybe Danny would hang up but he didn’t. He took a deep breath. “No, she’s, Jennifer and Debbie invited her out for dinner and a movie, like, she wants to spend time with the girls I guess,” he sighed.
“Oh and how cruel, Debbie knows that the weekends are the only real time you have with her, eh?” Michele cooed and she felt her skin tickle with the memory of kisses, of his body and of unfulfilled potential.
“Yeah,” Danny sighed.
“But she does need to bond with us as well,” Michele pointed out, “Weekends are her time just as much as they’re yours. Yes?”
“Right,” Dan said with a trace of annoyance in his voice, “Right I didn’t call you for relationship advice I get that.”
Michele giggled and leaned forward, “Then what did you call for?”
“Are…” the first word weak but then after another pause, Dan spoke firmly and brazenly, almost comically so, “Can you get free for just a little bit?”
“Of course,” Michele whispered. “Anything for you, puppy.” She hung up and slipped the phone back into her purse as she went downstairs and called Patrick to her. Patrick staggered into the room with Jana dangling off his shoulders, red faced and tangled. As for Patrick, he looked breathtakingly happy and relaxed, as he always did whenever he spent this much time with his children. “Why don’t you take the children out for dinner, and a movie? When was the last time they were at the movies?”
“Forever!” Jana squealed and she wriggled out of her father’s arms onto a heap on the floor. “Forever! Moooovies! Daddy can we go to Macaroni Grill?”
Patrick smiled and frowned, “Sounds fun?”
“Cooool!”
“What movie?” Patrick asked looking at Jonathan.
“Hmmmm…”
“Are you coming too Mommy?” Jana peeped and Michele swallowed feeling an unusual pain in her chest.
“No darling,” Michele smiled. “I have a headache, Mommy needs a nap.”
And Patrick raised his eyebrows.
“This better be good,” Michele said as soon as Dan opened the door, she pushed past him into the apartment, “Because I am missing a perfectly beautiful night out with my family because of…” Ah! Dan wasted no time in grabbing her and kissing her, holding her tightly, desperate and hungry, and best of all uninhibited. Soft lips, teasing tongue, quick kisses, sweet boy. When he let her go, both of them breathing in deeply Michele smiled, “Well that might make up for it.”
“I’m sorry,” Dan whispered and he pressed his forehead into her own, his hands on her shoulders. “I shouldn’t be doing this, it’s wrong to ask you to do this, you have a lot more at stake but I couldn’t help it!”
Michele winked. “Yes so leave it to me to tell you no, yes? Make it my responsibility, how gallant of you Daniel.”
Danny swallowed, beautiful pink cheeks... and blue hair? Michele blinked, she would not bring that up or the evening would be ruined for certain! “Actually, I kind of hoped that maybe you would be the strong one, yeah.”
Just give him a taste, just a memory of that shy housewife that hooked him, she fluttered her eyelids and looked away, blushed just right, “Oh Daniel, we’re too far for either of us to be strong now, I think, but I did…” she smiled weakly. “I did promise to come back, just for one time?” Don’t laugh! He has blue hair! Michele squeaked and swallowed. This was going to be hard.
Dan nodded, his eyes almost sparking and smiling with relief. “Yeah, just one time, just this one more time and we’re done, we’ll be free, and no one will get hurt. You’re so smart, God you’re so smart!”
“Well I’ve been…” And horrified Michele stopped herself from saying the word around, wouldn’t Dan love to hear his image of her popped that quickly. “I’ve been thinking too much about this.”
“Oh no, don’t,” Dan said in a soft, gentle voice she’d never heard him use before. It sounded mature, protective and Michele was sure Cecile had to be used to this voice. What a privilege than yes? “Don’t let it ruin your life, Mimi this is my fault, this is, you’re so beautiful, you’re so generous, I’m….”
Oh don’t you dare ruin the mood with confused philosophy! Michele reached, grabbed his hands tightly in her own and kissed him softly to shut him up. “What now?” she murmured, pressing her body just lightly into his and it almost bowled her over with pent up lust.
“I want to make you happy,” Dan said wrapping her in his arms, kissing her throat. “I want it to be different than last time, I want to show you,” he moaned and trembled when she ran her hand over his thigh and she could feel him harden with ferocity only a young man could muster. It didn’t leave her too optimistic for something different. “I want to show you I can please…”
Michele let go of his leg and kissed him, better to let him do most of the work, one stray touch from her and she knew he’d lose control. And she let him murmur, she let him kiss, but when she began to unbutton her blouse, Dan became almost impatient, and he pounced her, and the movements became rushed and breathless.
“Daniel,” Michele gasped as they fell onto the couch, “Slow down, you have to slow down…” Oh but she wanted him desperately, she needed him desperately.
They had a moment to breathe, Michele had just enough time to pull a condom from her purse and slip it into Dan’s hand and as he put it on she neatly removed the rest of her clothes. She leaned forward and kissed him, her hands on his cheeks and she reclined back onto the couch wrapping her legs around his waist, and then Dan stabbed into her, Michele cried out and laughed, of course he would have no more grace than the last time. “Slow down,” she breathed. Dammit she wanted to enjoy this!
“Oh God!” Dan gasped and his entire body stiffened before trembling and Michele really did feel bad for him, because this had to be the record for the shortest time ever, even in her extensive experience. She looked at his eyes, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment; he finished with a handful of deep thrusts and then fell away. “Oh God I did it again! Oh God I’m sorry!”
Don’t laugh! Michele smirked but swallowed the laughter. “Oh don’t be ashamed, nothing is ruined.”
“No, don’t be nice,” Dan snapped sitting forward and putting his face in his hands. “I just wasted…”
Michele rolled her eyes, “Nothing! You wasted nothing.” She smiled and reached for her purse, her pulse only just beginning to slow and she pulled out the rest of the condoms. “I’m better prepared this time.”
Dan’s eyes
widened and Michele laughed looking at his lap to see that yes, he was indeed a
young man, and he was indeed ready to give it another try.