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Leo loves me.

Leo lovesME.

“I love you too.”

Chapter 35

Leo

The plane back to New York is jubilant after our second win in a row. Since the game was early, we’re flying out tonight and due home a little after midnight.

Mr. Dimon steps on the plane. “Well done, gentlemen. It’s exciting to watch another brilliant season. I had the plane stocked with champagne and beer. Coach has given you tomorrow morning off.”

Ari high-fives the players as he walks down the aisle. A stark difference to Montreal’s GM, who only interacts with the players if absolutely necessary. He gives me a chin nod, and I return it. I have a row to myself, but I miss Caleb’s body next to mine.

He’s turning the clock back almost as if I have a second chance at my youth. I had so much pressure and responsibility; I never enjoyed life or took risks. Sex had been a means to an end, but with Caleb, it’s an expression of our love. I can’t get enough.

We’re sneaking around to slake an ever-growing need. He even found a supply closet to suck my cum from me before the Nashville game.

Caleb played incredible again. Any doubts about his ability to lead the team after Liska are gone. Mason scored a goal, and they did the after-game press conference together. The two of them can charm the media and make great television. It’s remarkable to watch Mason come alive when talking passionately about hockey.

After the seatbelt sign goes off, I move forward to talk to Mason and Caleb. I pause behind their seats so I don’t interrupt.

“Are you coming home or going to the mystery person’s house?” Mason jabs Caleb with his elbow.

“You okay if I go there?” Caleb twists his hands in his lap.

“Yeah.” Mason taps Caleb’s hands. “You haven’t had a panic attack in forever. Not that I’ve seen. Is your new person helping with that?”

Caleb’s shoulders drop. “They’re steady and understand me, so it’s calming. I still have anxiety, but I haven’t had any panic attacks and they definitely help.”

Quickly, I return to my seat because otherwise I would pull Caleb into my arms and try to kiss away any anxiety until he’s boneless and begging for my cock. Helping Caleb control his anxiety is humbling, and my heart flutters as if Caleb gave it wings.

“Let me.” Caleb grips my biceps and sits me on a bar stool. When I open my mouth to speak, he covers it with his lips. “Who makes sure I eat enough and brings me protein bars? Who refills my water with their spidey sense, knowing I’m almost out? Whowon’t even fuck me the day before a game?” He flicks my nose. “You. Now let me do something for you.”

“Fine,” I grumble, but if it makes him happy, I’m happy.

“Relax. Go back to bed or shower.” He glances at me over his shoulder from inside the refrigerator. I like him wearing nothing but my boxers.

“I prefer to be with you.” His ass is perfection.

“Needy, I love it.” He places a carton of eggs on the counter, but it’s almost empty.

“There isn’t much food. I’m expecting a grocery delivery later. Maybe we should order in.” My instinct to make sure he eats enough overrides my desire to watch him cook in my underwear.

“Do you doubt me, Daddy?” He winks.

“Never.” I place my hands on his hips. “What if you let me help so we can go back to bed faster?”

“I like the way you think.” He pushes his ass into my groin. “You’re in charge of mixing.”

It turns out Caleb doesn’t know what he’s doing and slyly consults his phone. But I follow his instructions and pretend not to notice. It’s been years since a lover offered to cook for me, and he’s bouncing with excitement.

Caleb wipes the sweat from his brow with his forearm. “Ready in a few.”

I lick a drop of sweat he missed. “Thank you.” I set plates and silverware on the counter. “Do you want to eat at the island or on the deck?” I joke because although it’s a rare sunny day, it’s cold. The smell of vanilla makes my stomach rumble with anticipation.

“On your lap?” He flashes a grin.

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