Page 55 of Penalty Zone

My leaking cock smears precum all over his pants. If he gives my dick any attention, it will reward him by dousing his clothes. A change of subject might keep me in check.

“I like your hair like this.” I slide my fingers through it, needing to touch as much of him as I can.

“Yeah?” He looks surprised.

“The product you put in it stiffens your hair. Like this, you look younger. And touchable.” I could touch him all day, every day, and not get enough.

Leo groans in response to my words, then gathers the moisture on my slit with his thumb and sucks it into his mouth. “Mmm. But someone ruined my pants, and you have to get dressed for dinner.”

I grunt in protest, but he swats my ass and stands, forcing me to my feet. This dinner will be the longest meal of my life. I’m so needy when it comes to Leo.

For Christmas Eve dinner, Mom serves Cornish game hens from the farm down the road. I won the fight with my mom not to serve tofu beef. The dishes are appropriately snow themed, and everything is going well.

“Leo, we haven’t seen you much over the years.” My mother’s smile softens the blow of probing his role as an absentee parent.

Leo wipes his mouth on his napkin. “It’s true. I regret the mistakes I’ve made in not spending enough time with Mason.”

Mason’s glassy-eyed gaze meets Leo’s. He tilts his head in response but doesn’t say anything.

“My perspective has changed. Mason, what’s my biggest regret in life?” Leo asks.

“You never won The Cup,” Mason says in a monotone voice.

Leo sheepishly looks at my parents. “That was my problem. Hockey came first. But in reality”—Leo pats Mason’s arm—“my biggest regret is letting hockey get between Mason and me.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Mason’s eyes are teary, but it could be the flu. “I’d hug you, but it would be mean to plaster my germs all over you.”

Leo gets up and hugs him with one arm. “I’ll take my chances.”

My mom’s expression clearly suggests she’s responsible for this family reconciliation. It’s been in the works for weeks, but leave it to Mama Benz to fast-track it.

My father changes the subject to the storm, and Mason sags with relief.

“After dessert, it’s a Christmas Eve tradition to show baby pictures,” Mom announces as she stands to clear the dinner platters.

“It. Is. Not,” I say hotly, stacking our plates and following her to the kitchen.

“But you were so chubby and cute.” Mason musters the strength to make fun of me.

“Only if Leo has naked baby pictures of you,” I say smugly, leaning on the doorframe to the dining room.

Leo pulls out his phone. “I might have one or two saved.”

“NO!” Mason and I say in unison.

“Sweetheart, don’t embarrass our son in front of his coach. He had Leo’s picture plastered on his wall as a teen. That would be a blow to his self-esteem.” My father chuckles, winking at me as if he didn’t just expose my secret.

“Great,” Mason grumbles. I took them down because I knew it would bother him.

Leo seems wary. “What did you think was the most impressive part of my career?”

“Dad, you don’t need to fish for compliments.” Mason rolls his eyes.

“It’s fine.” I get the impression my answer could make or break whatever is happening between us. “I mean, I could recite your stats and awards, but hockey isn’t everything.”

Leo leans forward, shrewd eyes intent on me.

“Character says a lot about a man, and the year before you retired, you lost The Cup.” I continue as he blinks in surprise. “The next day, you went to the children’s hospital and made the kids so happy at story time. You read them books like you weren’t being filmed and the media wasn’t firing questions at you about your loss. No one would have blamed you for canceling that visit, but you went and brought cheer to sick kids.That’s the kind of hockey player I strive to be. It’s one of the reasons I volunteer at The Q Solutions.”

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