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Another life bites the dust, and I question my ability to breathe. My chest heaves while my brain scrambles to find words to assure him but at the same time express my fears. “I haven’t seriously dated since the beginning of college, and that was with a girl I went to high school with. I’m somehow going to make a mess of this, and Mason is my best friend. For years, he was the only friend I could be myself around. And he just got you back. He’ll see this as a betrayal by both of us. And then there’s coming out publicly and the hate online and even though it’s so much better than it was and people have accepted Liska and Drake and Lucky but they’re good at—”
“Shh.” He puts his hand over my mouth. “Slow down. We’re going to go one step at a time. First, are your feelings for me strong enough to see a future together?”
“Yes, of course,” I say beneath his hand.
His stern face breaks into a grin, and he replaces his hand with his lips.
“It’s all I can think about,” I admit.
“Good. That’s step one, and step two is we keep this between us for now…but we should tell Ari Dimon.”
I squeak and rear back.
“He’s a man of integrity and not in the business of outing his players. I owe him the courtesy of the knowledge of our relationship. It affects the team, and he deserves to know.” He threads our fingers together, and I love how he’s always touching me.
“You don’t think he’ll fire you?”
“No. But if he did, it wouldn’t be the worst thing and I could still be here for you.” He glances at the door. “They’ll be waiting for you. Go pack. The plane leaves first thing in the morning. I’ll miss you tonight.”
I find Mason, and the conversation on the drive home is stilted.
Fixing this is up to me. “The person I’m seeing is older.”
“Like Liska old or older?” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but his lips turn up.
“Older. Like worldly and sophisticated, not wrinkly and old-person smell,” I jab back.
Mason laughs. “What do you have in common?”
“It’s not so much what we have in common, but how we are together.” Saying hockey might give me away. “I don’t have to hold back my weirdness, and they like it. They think I’m fun.”
“Is it just fun? Do they not want you to tell us who they are?” He glances at me with concern.
“No, that’s me. I like getting to know them without judgment.” I rub my sweaty palms on my joggers.
“You think we’ll judge you?”
“Yeah, you’re a judgmental bunch of old church ladies,” I joke, then turn serious. “They like to tell me what to do in bed and I—”
“Lalalalala,” Mason cuts me off and makes a face. “Too much information,” he says in a robotic voice. “But you should spend the night with them, since we’re going to be gone almost a week.”
“If you insist.” I grin. I’ve ensured Mason won’t ask me anymore questions, and I get to spend the night with Leo. Win-win.
Chapter 33
Leo
“Please, I’ll play better,” Caleb says from his knees, batting his eyelashes with his hand hovering over my open pants. He should be dressing for the game, but he cornered me in an empty office in the Vegas arena.
“Hear me out.” He grins and kisses the fabric over my raging hard-on. “You’re like a legend with goalie superpowers.” He ignores my scoff. “And I’ll be ingesting your powers and combining them with mine.” Caleb runs his tongue along the band of my briefs.
“You have two minutes.” I glance at my watch, and he wordlessly pulls out my cock and takes me to the back of his throat and swallows. It’s glorious. It’s not as if I would say no to a New Year’s Eve blow job from my Baby Doll. My hands cup the side of his head, but I let him set the pace. He’s learned my body and knows how to take me from being aroused to on the precipice in seconds.
His moan vibrates in my balls, and I force myself to stay silent. In the week after Christmas, he spent every night in my bed. I love seeing him first thing in the morning. He’s bright sunshine and cozy warmth wrapped up in a lethal body.
“I love your mouth. You’re such a Good Boy.” My praise heats his skin, and he doubles his efforts. I won’t be able to hold out much longer before I tell him I love him. It’s a fight to resist saying it every moment we’re together. But he’s not ready to hear it and I won’t scare him.
“Caleb,” I murmur his name as he worships my cock and I come down his throat.
