“It’s not as horrible as it was initially. The first few times, I definitely didn’t like it.”
My gaze finally moves to his face. “Why did you keep trying?”
I’m not entirely sure whether he’s blushing or if his skin is just red from the silicone cock shoved in his ass.
“Because I want to do this with you, but… I was worried I’m not going to like it, so I thought I’d… try it until I enjoy it?”
“You have no idea how much I love you,” I say, and fuck if I don’t wish I could make him understand. He smiles. “You do whatever you’re comfortable with, but two things, babe. One, no matter where we are in our relationship or how long we’ve been together, you can always tell me to stop if you don’t like something. I need you to understand that. And two, you enjoy when I finger you. I’m quite confident you’ll enjoy it when I fuck you too. Having a man behind the dick easing you into it afterprepping you fully is a very different experience than doing it yourself. Not always better. I’m not romanticizing this. But I’m very sure that it’ll be better for you.”
Caulder sighs. “I love you too,” he answers. “And I know. I get in my head sometimes and can’t get away from the thoughts. But we can talk about that when I don’t have this thing in my ass. I’m going to need to see you ride yours because that’s the hottest thing ever and Ireallyneed to get off.”
I shiver in excitement and practically fall on my way to the bathroom. Maybe I can convince him to fuck around online with me for the rest of the day. I fully intend to try. But first, I need to see this man come on his dildo.
CHAPTER 35
CAULDER
I’m halfheartedly watchingthe playoffs while folding towels. Both of the second games in the first round are on—Colorado Thorns vs. Nashville Stingers and Calgary Chickadees vs. Edmonton Razors. No teams have scored halfway through the first period. Sports Spot keeps switching between the two games, which I appreciate so I can watch both without having to actually watch either.
Honestly, I’m just trying to distract myself until Lo gets here. I feel like he’s always coming here, and I hardly ever get to go to him. But he’s not wrong. We’re flying out of Boston because that makes more sense to get to Greenland than me flying to Arizona only for us to turn around again and fly east.
My gaze keeps dropping to my phone, both watching the time and waiting for him to text me that he’s landed. Who knew I was such an impatient person? It hasn’t even been long since we were together. Too long, yes, but not aggressively so.
I’m distracted when the Razors score. There isn’t anyone I truly care about on the Razors that has me rooting for them. They’re a good team, but I wouldn’t mind if they didn’t make it to the next round. I’m hoping for Vegas and Calgary heading off from the central division. Furthermore, I want Vegas to win. Iwouldn’t be upset if Vegas makes it to the Cup, but I’m hoping Carolina wins. I’d love to see Adak Nemazcekk bring home the cup.
Though Toby Eads is predicting Carolina won’t make it to the playoffs. He thinks they’re going to get close, but Florida will win out on the seventh game. However, as of right now in the bracket, he thinks Vegas is the team to beat from the Western Conference. If Toby says it’s so, then it must be. Although he’s been known to change his predictions at the end of the first round. Nine out of ten times, this man is right. It blows my mind. I secretly think he sees into the future or something.
I’m engrossed in the commentary and replay of the Razors’ goal, so I don’t hear my front door when it opens, or when Lo comes inside. It isn’t until I have the weird feeling of being watched that I shift to look behind me and find my boyfriend standing in the entry hall with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, watching me with his sexy smirk.
Grinning, I get to my feet. Jumping over the back of the couch, I wrap my arms around him and pull my legs up and around his waist. There’s nothing better than having a big muscly guy be able to hold me as if I don’t weigh a buck eighty. His hand not holding flowers comes under my ass and the one with the flowers wraps around my back.
I sigh, taking a deep breath to inhale his Laurent Duval scent.
“You were supposed to text me so I could pick you up,” I admonish.
“Yes, I know. But I like this greeting better.”
He crosses into the living room, and we drop onto the couch. My towels end up falling over and I’m going to have to wash them again, though I couldn’t care less right now. The bouquet of flowers lands on my face and I laugh.
They smell amazingly floral.
“Love you,” he murmurs.
“Love you more,” I say.
We lay in silence for several minutes. The background of the playoffs breaks when both games go to intermission. I’m barely hearing it now. The only thing I care about is the feeling of my boyfriend in my arms. Wrapped around me.
That is, until Reese Davie’s voice cuts the serene quiet with, “Just in. Arizona announces an early trade. Laurent Duval has been traded to the Toronto Red Foxes for Morgan Rivera.”
My breath catches. Chills break out over my body.
“We managed to get a brief word with Duval just five minutes ago to see how he feels about the trade. He had this to say:”
“I’m ecstatic. Toronto is an amazing team. Even better, that’s just under two hours from my boyfriend.”
My heart stops completely. “Lo!”
He chuckles, arms tightening around me. “Mmm?”
