Page 55 of On Thin Ice

“Look Coach, I'm sorry we kept this from you, we should have told you sooner but Callie was worried about your reaction. She tries so god damn hard to please you and all she wants is for you to be proud of her.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes flitting to me for a second. “But we are together, and that’s not going to change.”

Wow, I think he took my breath away with that speech. Watching him take control like that and stand up to my dad is so sexy, I just want to ride him like a horse. My dad sits taller too and my stomach lurks at the possibility of a full blown argument between the two most important men in my life. “Well, I can’t say I'm not disappointed that you didn’t tell me sooner…” his eyes land on me and I shrink into Sean’s side a little. “But I understand why you kept it from me.”

Ok, what?

My eyes shoot up to my dad’s, his ageing features softening under my wide eyed stare. “Really?” I croak and he nods with a small smile. “Wow, ok, well…thanks.”

“Callie, you don’t need to be worried about telling me things, I won’t ever stop you from being with someone that you love.” Sean and I tense at the same time, the ‘L’ word rearing it’s head again and making us both shift uncomfortably. “I need you to know too Cal,” my dad continues, not sensing the tension thickening around us after he threw out the word love like it was nothing. “I am incredibly proud of you.”

Jesus Christ my heart can’t take all this up and down, one minute it’s beating at a normal rhythm, then it comes to a complete stop hearing the word love fall off my dad’s lips so casually and now it’s beating at an unnaturally fast pace. I don’t think my dad has ever uttered the words, ‘I'm proud of you.’ Since the moment I was born he’s always been pretty hard on me, expecting results and accomplishments to keep himself feeling fulfilled as a father. But those words are pretty much all I’ve wanted to hear from him my whole life, the weight that lifts itself from my shoulders hearing it leaves me feeling like I might float away.

The tears prick against my eyes, stinging and I quickly sniff them away, swallowing them down. “Thanks Dad, that means a lot to me.” I squeak as Sean’s arm tightens around my middle, him always reading my every emotion like a book.

Dad slaps his hands down on the arms of his chair and comes to a standing position. “Right, enough of this soppy shit, let’s eat.”

Sean

“Ow,” I groan, rolling away from the annoying pointy elbow that’s burying itself repeatedly into my side.

Callie’s mouth brushes over my ear. “Wake up please, I'm bored of waiting for you and I’ve been awake since 6am.”

Jesus Christ, what is going on?

I peel my eyes open just as my brain manages to catch up and I remember it’s Christmas Day, the best part being that I get to spend the whole day with my girl. I roll back onto my side facing Callie, her eyes bright with childlike excitement, a hint of laziness left in her slightly droopy eyelids. “Merry Christmas Captain,” She smiles, her eyelashes fluttering and my dick instantly hardens on command. He’s more awake than I am because my mind is still semi conscious from being woken abruptly by my annoying girlfriend a few seconds ago.

I raise my eyebrows, scoffing with disbelief. “Really? You want sex right now? I literally just opened my eyes woman.”

Callie purses her pouty lips and my dick responds again. “No…I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her mouth says she has no idea what I'm getting at but her eyes look sultry as hell.

“You called me Captain, which means you want me to break you in half with my dick.” I laugh and she kicks her pointed toes towards my bruised shins. I reach out and grab her ankle, dipping my face to her’s and brushing my lips against her open mouth. “No kicking, you little shit.” I press a firm kiss to her lips, nibbling delicately on her bottom one and eliciting a sexy groan from deep in her throat. I’ve been waiting for this morning so I can give Callie the present I’ve been hiding from her for the past week and there’s no way I'm going to let my ever hardening cock ruin this moment. Or her own constant horniness around me for that matter. “I have a present for you.” I smile, landing a soft kiss against her cheek as I climb over her warm, half naked body — that I'm trying desperately not to look at — and reach into my overnight bag. When I locate the small, wrapped square I look back at my girl, who is now sitting up, cross legged and scowling at me.

“Sean Taylor,” uh oh, I'm in trouble. “I thought we weren’t doing presents.” Her mouth is twisted into a frown and her eyes are snake like. I gulp hard, momentarily forgetting that she’s five-foot-four and I can pick her up with one arm. She’s scary when she gives me that look, the one that she’s giving me right now. Luckily for me I know the real her, the one she can’t hide when she’s around me, the soft, mushy one and I know all I have to do is dig it out from under the fiery demeanour that she wears. I climb back onto the bed, taking her face in my hands and forcing the fire to fizzle out under my gaze. “So you’re telling me you didn’t get me anything?”

She stutters, looking away from me. “Well, no…I…I mean…I did but—” “Exactly,” I silence her, pressing a fleeting kiss to her lips and stopping her in her tracks. “So shut your pretty mouth and turn around.”

She grumbles something unintelligible but does as I say and turns away from me. I pull the ribbon on the box, watching it unravel in my hand before taking out the delicate chain and lifting it over her head, fastening it at the back and pulling her smooth curls out from under it. She peers down at it, twiddling it between her fingers whilst I hold my breath for her reaction. My heart is pounding, nerves prickling the back of my neck and making me sweat as I wait silently for her to say something.

“23?” She squeaks and I can hear the croak of the tears in her throat. “That’s your jersey number.”

I grip her biceps and turn her back around to face me. “Yeah, now everyone will know who you belong to.”

Her watery eyes widen with sarcasm almost immediately and I crack a smile. “Who’s that then? You I suppose?”

I nod, my hand creating a necklace when I wrap it around her throat, the ’23’ charm dangling below it. “You’re learning, good girl.” I smash my lips onto her’s, hearing her breath hitch as she climbs into my lap, straddling my hips. “I’m the only one who gets to make you come,” I murmur against her open mouth as her warm breath fans against my lips. “All over my face and all over my cock.” Callie pulls away and takes a jagged breath, pulling her swollen bottom lip between her teeth and looking down at our joined bodies. “Are you turned on?” I whisper, wedging my hand between us and cupping her pussy. The heat is pulsating from her, begging me to dive in and steal a taste.

Callie takes a second jagged inhale. “Everything you say turns me on.” She says with a wobbly laugh.

I take that as my invitation to move this to the next level, the level I’ve been dying to climb to since the second I opened my fucking eyes and looked at Callie’s sultry gaze staring back at me. I flip her over, our bodies still joined together like magnets as I pull her shorts to the side and dip my hand inside. I drag my fingers through the sodden mess between her thighs and she claws at my back. Her back lifts off the bed when my fingers enter her, sliding inside her effortlessly as she clenches her perfect pussy around me.

I could actually bust in my boxers just watching her like this. She screws her eyes shut for a moment and then she tentatively removes my fingers from her sopping heat, watching with a painfully turned on expression when I suck them into my mouth.

“Wait,” she pants, still catching her breath from where I stole it from her. “before we do that, let me give you your first present.”

“First present? There’s more than one?” I smirk, sitting up and readjusting my cock as Callie bends over, showcasing her beautifully sculpted ass. “Well,” she stands, a wrapped velvet box in her hand, not much bigger than the one I gave her. “The second present is kind of for both of us.” She winks and I bark a laugh, I like where her line of thinking is headed. I stand up with her, approaching like she may have a rabid animal inside that box she holds lightly in her palm. Her smile as she watches me take it lights up my whole chest and I rip the wrapping paper off eagerly, my heart thumping fast. I lift the silver, chain link bracelet from it’s velvety bed and clamp my lips together, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “Callie…” I murmur and her glistening eyes burn a whole through my heart, she’s so excited to give this to me, something she knows I’ve wanted for so long. “You know I’ve wanted this bracelet for ages.”

“That’s why I got it for you,” she says, her fingers lightly tracing my forearm as I stand there, speechless. “Do you like it?”

My eyes fly up to her’s, catching her waiting gaze. “I love it Cal…but it’s too much, how much did you spend on this?”

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