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“I didn’t want it to end,” he whimpers, trying to stand straight.
“Let me help you.” I stand and wrap my arms around him so our naked torsos are pressed together. Even though he came less than thirty seconds ago, his dick rallies and attempts to harden. “Hmm.” I reach between us and cradle him in my palm. “It seems you’re going to be hard to satisfy,” I tease, envious of his youth and ability to recover.
“I’m a hundred percent satisfied.” He rests his head on my shoulder. “No refund needed, and I will swear an oath to it.”
I laugh and kiss the side of his head, fascinated by how his brain works. He has the ability to lighten my mood and stoke my possessive urges.
“Rinse off again and I’ll dress you,” I say, surprising myself. I’ve never dressed a partner before, but it feels necessary. Once my slightly damp clothes are on, I lead Caleb to his locker.
“Lay the clothes you want to wear on the bench.” A thought occurs to me. “But no underwear.”
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down a few times, but he does as I ask.
I squat and kiss his knees, circling one with my forefinger. “I shouldn’t have let you kneel. How do your knees feel?” His skin is so light every bruise shows.
“Great. Never better. I could do knee squats and presses right now. Wanna see?” He grimaces and blows out a breath, embarrassed he’s offering to do things that don’t exist.
“Maybe you could show me your knee prowess another day.” I tap his leg so he lifts it for me to put his sock on and then the other.
“You don’t have to do this.” His entire body has turned a mouthwatering pink.
“I know.” I kiss his tip and smirk when it jerks closer to my face.
“You’re killing me,” he groans. “Nope. I’m already dead. I’ll have to figure out how to get a message to my mom that life after death is so fucking awesome.” He braces himself on my head as I pull up his team sweatpants.
“Hold off on that. It would be embarrassing to give her details, only to find out you’re still alive.” I stand and grin, pinching his chin to steal another kiss.
“Am I, though?”
I bite his lower lip and taste his blood. Goddamn, it shouldn’t light me up. “Dead men don’t bleed.” I lick the last drop of blood.
“Which jacket?” I reach into his locker. When he hesitates, I give him a stern look. “It’s cold out, and the change in temperature is detrimental to your body’s health,” I say, selecting a fleece.
“Thank you,” he mumbles as he allows me to dress him in his outer layer.
“I don’t like how it’s hard for you to let someone take care of you.” It will be interesting to see how he acts with his family. Christmas is in a couple of days.
The shock shows. The point of today was to come to an agreement to explore our connection discreetly. My behavior was imprudent and could hurt Caleb.
I can’t deny my feelings for him, but I have to balance that with Mason.
We’ll figure out how to make us work.
Chapter 22
Caleb
Dinner at my parents’ house is going down as the most awkward in history.
“Pass Leo more potatoes, Little Bear,” my mom says.
I hand him the bowl without looking at him. Telling my mother not to call me Little Bear around Leo will raise red flags. She’s going someplace very hot when she dies. She doesn’t believe in hell and neither do I, but it’d be convenient now.
“Thanks,” Leo rumbles too close to my ear.
Mason spiked a fever during the worst drive in history. A blizzard hit, and we almost didn’t make it. There’s a travel ban in some areas, but fortunately, Leo found an earlier flight and missed the bad weather. The desire to be with him, away from hockey, wars with the reality of him being in my childhood home. With my parents.
My mother decided Mason should isolate and take the guest room. The attic bedroom isn’t heated, so she offered Leo thespare bed in my room. I’m resigned to not sleeping tonight and spending the time staring at Leo like a tragic ingenue.
