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He turns his head, sending me a questioning look, but moves with precision so I can stay inside him.
“My messy boy is going to have to clean me up after I finish with you.” He watches as I swipe a tongue full of his cum, then spread the rest on my abs and groin.
“You love my cum in you, don’t you.” I reach for the plug as he agrees. “I’ll tell you a secret.” Speaking directly in his ear so mybreath fluffs his hair, I say, “I love it too, and I’m going to keep it there.”
Twisting his torso, his eyes dance as he watches me slowly pull my cock out, then shove the plug in. My tongue rims him, tasting us together and cleaning all the extra drops.
Using the hand that held his cum, I stroke my length. “Now it’s your turn to clean me up.”
Caleb launches at me, and in the blink of an eye, I’m under him and his mouth sucks my skin. My abs quiver under his attention and my spent cock tingles as if it can rally. He’s methodical in his ministrations, leaving no patch of skin untouched. Aside from my length, he pays special attention to the V from my hips down.
All the while, his gorgeous eyes stay locked on mine, showing me his devotion.
Hours later, after coaxing another orgasm out of him with the vibrating plug and a shower, we lie in bed with his head resting over my heart and I’m threading my fingers through his soft hair and scratching his scalp.
“I’d never have guessed you’re a cuddler,” he murmurs and kisses my chest. I thought I’d lulled him to sleep.
“I’m not.” When he scoffs, I continue. “I can’t keep my hands off you, and I’ve never had the need to cuddle with anyone before.”
He rests his chin on his fist to look at me. “Not even Mason’s mom?”
“No. We were young and not a good match.” I regret not understanding how unhappy she was being a hockey widow with a baby to raise on her own.
“Is that why you think I’ll change my mind?” he asks, far too perceptive for his age.
“Life is long and people change.” I shrug.
“People can change together if they try. My parents did.”
“You’re right,” I agree, hoping we have a chance against the odds.
“I made Leo Griffin a cuddler,” he says smugly. “You’re a cuddle bug. That’s what I’m calling you from now on.” His adorable grin doesn’t change my mind.
“No.” I kiss his nose.
He hums as he thinks. “Cuddle bear?” I shake my head, and he keeps going. “You’re so loveable. That’s it, I’ll call you, Lovie.”
My heart flip-flops. It’s so close to those three words, and we’re not ready for that, but that doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about it.
“You like it. Leo the Lovie.” His eyes dance, and I’m dizzy with all the possibilities of a future with him.
I keep those to myself and kiss him languidly, then change the subject. “Now go to sleep so we have time together in the morning.”
“Yes, Lovie.” He lays his head on my chest and falls asleep in minutes. And I stare at him until sleep drags me under.
Chapter 32
Caleb
It’s the last practice before we leave for Vegas, and I’m changing like my clothes are on fire. Leo left several marks on me, and although I’d love to stare at them in the mirror again, I don’t want Mason or the team to see them. My poker face is better, but when I think about Leo, I get a goofy grin, according to everyone who sees me.
“Hey, is that a love bite?” Mason teases and I turn, which makes it worse because he saw the one on my shoulder, but there’s also one in my V-line. Friggin’ fudge.
Just pretend his dad didn’t fuck me stupid and mark me as his property.
I open my mouth, but Liska speaks first.
“Trevor vill be happy his Baby Benz found someone.” He smirks in retaliation for me flirting with his fiancé. In my defense, initially I did it so he would admit his feelings, the stubborn grouch.
