Page 208 of The Fake Date Agreement

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.

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