Killian

All of You

"I'm sorry I got so mad at you," he said. "I realize I overreacted."

"It was a shock. I thought you'd be happy, and I wasn't prepared for that reaction. But I could've handled it better, too. So, I'm sorry too."

He took off his hoodie and threw it on the couch. "Do I get to stay for dinner?"

"First you have to apologize for saying I shoved your face in my cunt."

His brows arched with amusement. "Why? You did. It was fuckin' hot."

"You make me sound like a sex-crazed maniac who makes you service her."

"You're making me hard, Sid."

I glared at him. "I'm serious. You want the scallops, you apologize for what you said."

"It wasn't an insult!"

"How would you feel if I made a comment about you ramming your cock down my throat?"

"Turned on."

I rolled my eyes and threw up my hands. "Fine. Forget it."

He laughed softly and covered the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me.

"Hey, I was teasing." He tipped my chin up so we were at eye level. "I'm sorry for making you feel like shoving my face in your pussy was anything but amazing. I loved it, Sid. I jerked off in the shower while thinking about it this morning."

"Okay, you can stay for dinner."

"Should I ram my cock down your throat so you can make a comment and we'll be even?"

I couldn't help smiling. "You've got to play a lot of cards right before that's happening, Captain."

We headed into the kitchen and he helped me get dinner on the table. We ate a few bites before talking again.

"So I need to tell you something," he said, setting his fork down. "Something I don't talk about much."

"Okay."

He rubbed both hands over his face and took several sips of wine.

"So I grew up in a small town in Maryland," he said. "My parents tried for a kid for several years before they had me. And then my dad passed away suddenly before I turned one."

"I'm so sorry."

He nodded his acknowledgement. "My mom never remarried. She raised me on her own. And even though money was tight, she always found enough for me to play hockey. I started playing when I was five and I was hooked. She was in the stands of every game I ever played. The day I got my scholarship offer, she cried her eyes out. Said it was the best day of her life."

He was looking down at his plate as he spoke. I wanted to move closer to him, but I stayed still, wanting to give him my full attention.

"So she moved to State College to be able to attend my college games. And at the start of my senior year, she was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was advanced, stage four. She fought it, but ... it was a losing fight. It would've been for anyone. She died three months before my graduation."

His voice had wavered a couple times and he paused to regain himself. My heart broke for him. Both parents gone, and he was only twenty-six.

"I went off the deep end for a while," he continued. "I wanted to drop out of school with every fiber of my being, but me graduating from college was my mom's dream. But playing in the NHL lost all appeal for me. I just couldn't. I couldn't stand the thought of that first game, knowing she wouldn't be in the stands. I hated the money. She sacrificed for me and I played hard knowing I'd buy her a dream house and pay for her to travel the world when I made it. I don't know if it makes sense, but making a lot of money when she was gone ... it became painful for me. I just couldn't."