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Tobie

A soft kiss wakes me, and I’m smiling before I’ve opened my eyes.

Caleb breaks the kiss, resting his elbow beside my head as he peers down at me. The light in the room has changed, and I have no awareness of how much time has passed.

“I fell asleep,” I whisper.

“Me too.” He kisses me. “And I should have let you sleep, but I couldn’t stop myself.”

I slide my arms around his shoulders. “I don’t mind.”

He stops kissing me long enough to pull his shirt over his head. As he tosses it to the floor, he winces.

I sit up, alarmed. “Stop.”

He frowns. “Tobie?”

“You’re hurt.” I rest my palms flat on his chest and push him onto the pillows. “You should be resting. Don’t move.”

“And what will you be doing while I’m resting?”

I grip my hoodie, pulling it and the shirt I have on underneath off, throwing both to the floor. “I’m sure I can think of a way to pass the time.”

His face goes blank.

His phone vibrates. I grin when he pats at the table in a fruitless search for it because he won’t look away from my bare breasts.

“Do you want me to get that?” I crawl over him, grab the phone, and hand it to him.

His eyes are glued to me.

When he reaches for me, I lean back. “I will drop this phone, and I won’t even care if I crack your screen,” I warn him, which makes him smile. His attention is amazing for my self-confidence, though. I offer him the phone. “Here. It could be important.”

Dragging his hungry gaze from my breasts, he takes the phone, scanning the message on it. The corners of his eyes pinch. “Reid has now stopped prowling for Marc. He’s with Jay at the rink.”

“Are they coming here?”

He shakes his head. “Reid is filling Jay in on what happened.”

I lean in and kiss him, then slide down the bed, grasping the waistband of his shorts.

“Tobie?” His voice is husky.

“Yeah?” I peer up at him innocently, pretending not to notice the bulge inches from my fingers.

He scrubs a hand over his face. “Shit. I’m not going to survive this, am I?”

“Oh, I forgot.” I scramble off the bed, toe off my sneakers, and shimmy out of my pants.

He stares at me, standing naked beside him. “Jesus. And you’re expecting me not to move ?”

“While I touch you? Yes.”

He covers his face with one hand and releases a resigned sigh. “Do your worst, Myers. I’ll do what I can to survive this.”

Laughing, I climb back onto the bed. I slide his shorts off him, and the need to smile evaporates as I take in all the multicolored bruises, not just on his chest but on his right knee.

Shit. It’s black and blue with bruises. No wonder he was yelling at Reid to go away when he was bringing him soup. Putting pressure on it has to be agony.

“It wasn’t your fault, Tobie.”

Caleb’s soft words drag my gaze from his bruised body.

“But your knee.”

“Is still sore,” he admits. “But it is hurting less and less. I’ll be okay.”

“And the game? It’s so important. If Marc has hurt you badly enough that you can’t play, I will literally kill him.” I consider it. “I still might.”

“Not you, too, with the murderous rampage through campus,” he says with a grin.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well.”

His smile warms a part of my heart I didn’t know was cold. “You’re back, Myers. I opened that door, getting ready to unload on whoever was bothering me, and it was you. I’m the happiest goddamn man on the planet.”

I take his hand, kissing it. “What did the doctors say about your knee? Can you still play?”

“There’s no reason I can’t. Nothing is fractured or broken. I have two weeks to rest up, stretch these tight muscles, and get back on the ice. I’ll be fine.” He draws me up to him and kisses me. “Promise.”

I pull away to kiss a bruise on his left shoulder. “Does that hurt?”

“No.” He’s breathless as his eyelids droop.

I move on to the next bruise on his chest, feathering kisses over every mark on him.

I feel Caleb watching me. Occasionally, his fingers brush the ends of my hair and my back.

“You don’t have to do this,” he says softly.

I’ve worked my way down his body until I’m kneeling between his spread thighs at the bottom of the bed. His cock is so heavy and hard it’s curled up on itself. Although his body is bruised and battered, he’s still so beautiful to me.

“I want to know what you like. What do you want, Caleb?”

His cock swells in response to my soft words.

“Because I’m hurt, and you feel guilty for something that wasn’t your fault?”

I shake my head. “Because I love you, and I want to make you feel good.”

He doesn’t speak for the longest time. Then he swallows, and his voice is gruff when he says, “Hands on my thighs. I want to see your trust.”

My belly tightens in anticipation. I press my palms flat on his thighs and lower my head, halting an inch from his cock.

And I lift my gaze to his. “Can I kiss you?”

He releases a choked laugh. “Jesus. Can you…” He shakes his head. “You can do whatever you want to me, Myers, and it would blow my mind.”

Still holding his gaze, I feather a kiss over his tip, then part my mouth and lower my head. He’s big. So big, I don’t know that I can do this without choking. When he groans thickly in response, I stop caring about breathing at all.

“That’s it,” he breathes out, the hand in my hair fisting as I suck him up and down. “That’s my girl giving me exactly what I need.”

His soft praise warms my skin and makes me want to please him even more.

I let him feel the edge of my teeth.

He hisses, his hips jerking and fingers clenching in my hair.

I assume I’ve done something wrong until I flick my eyes up to his. They burn.

“Again,” he groans.

I maintain eye contact as I let him feel a little more of my teeth.

His gaze flits from my eyes to my mouth, a vein in his neck popping out as he watches me. “Fuck. Your mouth…”

I remember the way he was looking at my mouth after Doc gave me a lollipop. I treat Caleb’s cock like it’s my lollipop, licking and sucking, paying careful attention to the tip and the underside. I can’t get enough of him.

I keep my palms flat on his thighs, and his hands in my hair guide me up and down.

“Take a breath,” he groans, lifting my head.

I take a big breath, part my mouth, and he brings me down.

“Hold it,” he gasps, the muscles in his thighs bunching.

I don’t just hold it. I sink farther down on him, and he slides into my throat.

His hips punch up, and he grunts.

He lifts my head, breathing hard. The choked sound when I run the tip of my tongue up and down the underside of his cock warns he’s close.

“Shit, Myers,” he groans, fingers tightening in my hair as he stops me.

I peer up at him through my lashes. “You want me to stop fucking you with my mouth?”

I have never said anything so filthy in my life. Caleb’s cock jerks, and his burning stare confirms this will not be the last time.

“What did you just say to me?” he whispers, chest rising in response to my filth.

“I could repeat it or…” My eyes dip, and I lick my lips.

Groaning, he draws my face down, and I return to licking and sucking as much of him as I can fit into my mouth.

His fingers are flexing in my hair, and his cock throbs as he gently thrusts.

“That’s enough, Myers. I’m going to come.” He pants as precum hits my tongue.

I take another breath and swallow him again, as deep as I can, humming with him in the back of my throat.

A ragged groan falls from his lips, and he angles my head back slightly as he thrusts twice, almost desperately, and his cock jerks as he comes.

I swallow every drop.

He’s still breathing hard when he drags me up the bed and stares down at me. He opens his mouth, but no sound emerges.

“How did I do?” I peer up at him.

He sweeps the hair back from my face. “Before you went rogue? Beautifully.”

“And after?” I peek up through my lashes at him.

He cradles my jaw, his thumb strokes my lip, and his eyes are hungry as he settles his gaze there. “This mouth just became my new addiction.” He pulls me close. “Come here.”

His kiss is a brand—fierce, hungry, and a little tender.

Breaking the kiss, he rests our foreheads together, and his concerned eyes catch mine. “I thought I would hurt you. I didn’t want to grab you and hold you when you might need to breathe.”

“I knew you wouldn’t.”

His next kiss is hard, almost bruising. “But I was not thinking straight. You could have choked.”

“You wouldn’t have hurt me, Caleb.”

He looks at me for several seconds, then brushes his fingers along my jaw. “I fell in love with you when you tried to hit a puck and missed. And I knew then I would do anything to convince you to stay.”

I scrunch my nose. “Are you sure that’s when it happened? It was a really bad miss. Kids laughed.”

He tucks me against his side. “I’m sure.”

“I love you, too, Caleb.”

“I’m glad.” His fingers combing through my hair is so relaxing I don’t mean to drift off.

When my eyes flutter open, I’m lying on my front, Caleb tucked behind me with the sheets pulled up to our hips. And then I realize I didn’t wake on my own. Something woke me.

Hot, strong fingers stroke the curve of my hip, and a hard cock brushes my ass.

I wiggle against him.

His hand tightens, stilling me. “I’m barely holding it together, Myers. Stop that.”

I peer over my shoulder at him. “Why?”

His eyes are hungry. “What I want to do, we can’t.”

“Because?”

“I don’t have condoms here.”

“We probably shouldn’t do this, should we?”

We stare at each other, neither of us moving.

I feel him hardening against my ass.

“I haven’t been with anyone for a while,” he says, breathing harder. “Just you, since hockey took over my life. And the last time, I got myself checked out after.”

“I used a condom most of the time with my ex, and I got myself checked out, too,” I say, my breath tripping faster. “But there was that time with Javier.”

“What time with Javier?” he breathes.

“We, uh…” I look away, blushing. “We didn’t have a condom, and we… we did something we shouldn’t have,” I say in a rush.

His cock twitches. “Are you telling me that Jay came inside you?”

“Uh…”

He drags me into his arms, holding me tight. He’s breathing hard, and his cock is twitching against my lower belly. “Shit.”

I recall what he said before in the locker room. “Is that your kink?”

His laugh is rough and a little unsteady. “Not that, Tobie. I can’t say I haven’t been thinking about coming inside you more times than I should.”

I ask myself where we’re going with this conversation, but I think I know.

So does Caleb because he’s drawing me closer, hand stroking over my hip as he slides his cock between my thighs.

I dig my nails into his shoulder. “Caleb.”

“I don’t think I can stop.” He groans against my neck. “So maybe…”

“Maybe?”

He rubs his cock along my pussy, and I part my legs for him.

I don’t want a condom.

I want to know how he feels filling me, jerking inside me, flooding my body with heat, and knowing nothing is between us.

“Fuck,” he groans as he presses me onto the bed and half covers me with his body. “You can’t move on me like that, Myers.”

But I can’t stop.

Maybe I don’t want to.

I spread my legs wider for him.

“I won’t come inside you,” he groans as he presses inward. “Trust that I won’t go that far.”

Just the tip, and I feel myself squeezing around him, trying to hold him there.

He’s tense. Every muscle locked tight. “This isn’t a good idea,” he whispers. “Shit. I don’t think I can stop.”

But even as he speaks, his hips are rocking.

The tip of his cock edges in the tiniest degree and out again.

My belly tingles, and my core pulses with each motion.

His kisses consume me, his hands stroking all over my body, cupping my breasts as he rocks against me.

We’re moving together, slowly at first, then faster, but stopping short of him pushing deep inside me.

We find the perfect rhythm.

The wet sound of sex fills the room as he works his cock through my pussy, and I rock back, my heels in the back of his thighs to keep up our frantic motion.

He lifts the top half of his body from mine, and his fingers strum my clit.

I twist and moan, arching my back. “Oh…”

“That feel good, baby?” He grunts as he strums again. Harder. More insistent. I twist to get away from his touch and to force myself closer.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Let go now.”

My release is a white-hot wave that pulls me under.

I’m still falling when he grasps the base of his cock in one large fist and releases a deep groan as he comes over my pussy. Instinctively, I widen my legs, and he groans softly as he hardens his strokes. His eyes don’t move from my core as he pumps twice more.

Then he’s back, gathering me close, his cock continuing to jerk against me as his movements slow.

He claims my lips in a bruising kiss, and I sink into it.

Long minutes later, when our breathing has evened out, I trace his jaw with the tips of my fingers. “Caleb?”

He twists my wrist to press a kiss on my fingers, making me smile. “Myers?”

“The next time we do this, I don’t want a condom, and I want you inside me when you come.”

I’m a people pleaser, a go-along-with-everyone-else sort of person. Always and forever, I thought. But I can’t say there isn’t something incredibly liberating about just saying what I want.

From Caleb’s heated stare, pounding heartbeat, and his cock stirring against my belly, he has no complaints.

“Caleb?” I prompt when he doesn’t respond

“Shh,” he silences me with a kiss. “Give me a second to recover, Myers. This mouth of yours is going to be the death of me.”

“Because of the things I say or do?” I ask innocently.

He groans, and I laugh.

We hold each other for the next several minutes, and I sigh when he moves. “Caleb?” I squeak when he picks me up. “You’re hurt. Put me down.”

“I’m bruised and sore, but that’s not nearly enough to stop me from looking after my woman. I wish I had a bath, but a shower will have to do for now.”

He carries me into his shower, and we spend more time kissing than cleaning each other. When he turns to press my front to the shower wall, I assume I know where things are going.

“Close your eyes and relax,” he says.

I do, and Caleb Boucher washes my hair, and I nearly fall asleep on my feet two seconds into a scalp massage that feels like heaven.