Page 80 of Penalty Zone

“It can be your reward.” I smack his ass.

We sit on the sofa for the view, but with him in my lap, Caleb is all I can see.

“Delicious.” I eat the forkful he feeds me. “Now it’s your turn.” I sit up, but he pushes me back.

“You eat your fill, and then I’ll eat. You need to keep up your strength to pound my ass before I leave to watch film. Are you coming?” He holds the fork to my lips.

I shake my head as I swallow another bite of French toast. He added brown sugar for sweetness instead of syrup, and I could eat this every day. “I’ve never gone to the practice facility for film days, and it will draw unwanted attention.”

Caleb scowls but moans when I dig my fingers into his hip flexors. He gets sore there, and I’ve perfected the art of loosening him up. While I work his muscles, he feeds me. My cock swells as I use the same fork to place bits of French toast on his tongue. I make him follow the fork, then steal a kiss instead.

“You love to torture me,” he says between tender kisses.

“Mmm, finish your food,” I bark, and he opens his mouth wide. He eats, and I plan how to approach a sensitive topic for him.

“Can we talk about how we’re going to tell Mason?” I set the fork on the plate next to us and tighten my hold on him. He’s about to argue, and I beat him to it. “It would make my presence at the practice rink easier to explain. The three of us could eat together instead of us hiding.”

Caleb drops his forehead to my shoulder. “My options are never or after the season, so what are you thinking?”

“The season has six more months.” I massage his nape. “Mason will be angry.” Caleb huffs and I continue. “But he’ll get over it and understand. He won’t hate you.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“I do,” I say. I’m surprised when he climbs off my lap to get his phone from the kitchen counter. “We need to tell him in person.”

“We should do it when there’s a break between games. We can’t mess up his playing.”

I pull him sideways on my lap and attack his mouth, overjoyed he’s finally willing to tell Mason. I promised I wouldn’t push him, but I hate feeling like we’re doing something wrong by hiding it.

“Let’s do it during the All-Star break.” He thumbs through his phone. “It’s a little over a month away. Can you keep your hands off me in public for that long?” He snuggles closer.

“No.” I cup his balls, growing hard. “I’m kidding.” It’s a white lie; I can’t resist him. I’m counting the days until everyone knows he’s mine. “What if one or both of you are chosen?” It’s a real possibility Caleb will be selected for his performance.

“Mason might,” he concedes. “But I won’t. It’s for the entire season, not a single game. I’m not even the starter for our team. They won’t consider me,” he says confidently. “And if Mason is chosen, we’ll find another time.”

“Okay.” I cradle his large body in my arms and stand. “Shower time.”

“The dishes.” His hand reaches toward the mess we made in the kitchen.

“I’ll take care of it once you go. You cooked. But first, we’re making sure you’re nice and clean for me.” I carry him into the bathroom and set him on his feet to start the shower.

“Hmm.” He taps his finger on his jaw. “Clean the kitchen or sex? Hard decision.”

“I haven’t been able to punish you, and it shows.” I rip the boxers to get them off his body.

He braces his hands on the shower door, bending at the waist. “Make me pay, Daddy.”

“You don’t get to demand anything.” I intend to redden his cheeks but not right away.

He sinks to his knees on the cold tile. “Tell me what to do.” He bows his head.

“Good Boy.” I spear my fingers through his hair and press my thigh against his face. “Get in the shower and face the spray, but don’t stand in it.”

Every time Caleb obeys without hesitation, my stomach swoops like a kid on a rollercoaster. It’s a large enough shower, but I crowd against him to keep us out of the water.

“What should I wash first? You’re so dirty,” I coo in his ear, and the hair on the back of his neck stands up.

“I’m dirty,” he agrees.

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