Page 63 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice
Congrats, Elliot!
Ziggy:You deserve
this. I’ll see you in
the press room.
I tuck my phone away with a smile and get showered and head off to the press room for the biggest interview of my life.
Standing there with Ford and Coach Wilder, Ziggy starts the interview, her excitement mirroring ours.
“Elliot, Ford, Coach Wilder, congratulations on the big win tonight! This is a first for each of you. Elliot, let’s start with you. How does it feel to close out the season with such a monumental victory?”
I take a deep breath, trying to put the wide array of feelings and experiences into words. “Thanks, Ziggy. It’s surreal, honestly. This game, this series, it tested us in every way possible. To come out on top, especially in a Game Seven, is just incredible. We played our hearts out, and it’s an amazing feeling to see all that hard work pay off.”
Ziggy then turns to Ford. “Captain, what do you think was the key to your team’s success tonight?”
Ford smiles, his eyes reflecting the pride we all feel. “I think it was our resilience. We never gave up, no matter the situation. We stuck to our game plan, supported each other, and played as a cohesive unit. Everyone contributed, and that’s what made the difference.”
Next up is Coach Wilder, sharing thoughts on the victory. “I couldn’t be prouder of these guys. They showed tremendous character and heart. We faced a lot of challenges this season, but the way we came together tonight exemplifies what this team is all about. It’s been a privilege to coach them.”
Finally, Ziggy looks at me with a hint of finality.
“Elliot, this could be the last time I get to ask you an on-air question. Anything you want to say to the fans and your teammates?”
I feel a lump in my throat as I answer. “Ziggy, it’s been an honor. To the fans, your support has meant the world to us. You were our extra player on the ice tonight. To my teammates, thank you for every moment, every goal, and every triumph. This win belongs to all of us. Here’s to one unforgettable season.”
We head out to celebrate with our fans, the streets alive with our victory. The cheers are deafening, the air thick with excitement as we parade through the city, basking in the adoration. But as the hour gets later, the initial euphoria begins to fade, and a strange emptiness creeps in. I am celebrated as a hero and hailed for my performance, and yet something feels off. The cheers and accolades leave behind a hollow space inside me that all the praise in the world can’t seem to fill. A feeling lingers, telling me that maybe I still haven’t found what truly matters.
As I stand here, drink in hand, the experience suddenly feels different. I look around at my teammates; at their faces lit up with joy, and I feel a pang of longing. This is the moment I have dreamed of for so long, but it isn’t as fulfilling as I had imagined. The celebration and the triumph all seem hollow without someone to share it with on a deeper level. The celebration with my teammates is incredible, but as the adrenaline fades, I realize how empty achieving my dream feels when I experience it alone. Winning the Cup is supposed to be the highlight of my career…
The party continues around me, but my thoughts are on Ziggy. When she finally arrives, slipping into the bar with a quiet smile, everything feels right again.
She walks over to me, her eyes shining with pride and something deeper. I pull her into a tight hug, feeling the tension and uncertainty melt away. “I needed you here,” I whisper into her hair.
“I’m here,” she replies softly. “And I’m so proud of you.”
But it isn’t just her presence that brings me comfort. It's the warmth that radiates from her eyes. As I look into them, I see a reflection of my own accomplishments in her unwavering belief in me. I’ve never had someone believe in me so completely, to support me in such a way. I've spent my career on my own, never settling down, which in the moment was what I wanted, but now… Now, everything feels different.
I keep her locked in my embrace as long as I can, drawing comfort from holding her close. Time seems to lose all meaning as we stand there, united in the chaos one last time. Nothing else matters. In her arms, I find strength, love, and the courage to keep going. As we stand here, my tension and uncertainty melts away.
A piece of my sense of self now belongs to another person, but instead of feeling like a piece of me is missing, I feel more complete. My achievements are now hers and hers are also mine. Our connection has become one that I know will alter my life forever, I just wish it wasn’t going to hurt so much come tomorrow.
Chapter 45
At the after-party, I catch Elliot’s attention through the crowd. Even right next to him, the party is so rowdy that no one can hear themselves think. “I have an early flight,” I tell him, my voice barely audible over the music. “Let’s make the most of tonight.”
His eyes darken with understanding, and without another word, we slip out of the noisy room and head back to my hotel. The dim light of the hotel room casts long shadows on the walls, creating an intimate cocoon around us. Like it always does when I am with Elliot, the outside world fades away, leaving just the two of us, every fleeting second together as important as the one before.
Elliot and I move slowly, savoring every touch, every kiss, knowing this is our last night together. A subtle sadness fills the air. The silence between us speaks volumes as our unspoken words build an invisible wall, separating us further. It is adelicate balance between treasuring the present moment and shielding ourselves from the inevitable heartbreak that awaits us.
I yearn to confess my deepest emotions, to let Elliot know just how much he means to me. That he has made me a better person, that every annoying thing about him has made me fall in love with him. But the fear of shattering the fragile tranquility we've created holds me back. I don’t want to burden our last night together. Feelings or not, our time together is coming to an end. Dredging through our inner thoughts, I fear it will only intensify the pain of our impending separation. Elliot’s touch, so passionate and all-consuming, now cloaks his inner turmoil. Maybe a tinge of restraint? It's as if he, too, is afraid to unleash the floodgates of emotions. We are both aware that this fleeting night is all we have left. Instead of truth, we desperately cling to every moment, suppressing the urge to utter the words that can ruin everything.
The room is filled with a charged silence as Elliot’s lips meet mine one last time. Our bodies move in a desperate rhythm, each touch and kiss a raw expression of the emotions we can’t afford to speak. His hands whisper over my skin, igniting fires wherever they touch. I press my body into him, losing myself in his intensity.
“Tonight, I want my cock to ruin you for every other man for the rest of time,” he whispers thickly. His hands portraying his desperation with every touch, escalate the need building inside me.
We rip each other’s clothes off in a frenzied passion. Doing everything we can to remove the layers between us. To become one again, even if it is only fleeting. Elliot lifts me up by the waist and throws me down on the bed. He kisses and rubs upand down my legs, teasing my pussy with his fingers. He presses demanding kisses to my arousal, pulling me to the edge of a beautiful abyss.