Page 84 of Pucks and Coffee

I smile sweetly at him as I cup his jaw. “We probably should have waited until you were cleared.”

He scoffs. “I know my body, and I know I’m good—actually great, with your sweet ass bouncing on my cock.”

I smack his chest. “I don’t want to mess with your progress.”

He gives me a look. “Wife, the leg is fine. I can’t even move it.”

“But you can feel it.” He shrugs, and I don’t miss the way his lips pull back in a grimace. I pat his chest. “I’m sorry.”

“Isn’t your fault,” he grumbles, but we don’t talk about whose fault it is. Willis Barnes was suspended for eight games and fined five thousand dollars by the NHL. What I don’t think any of us expected was my peepaw instructing his lawyers to go after Barnes for a criminal offense since it was blatantly obvious he came for my husband with the intent of causing harm. We don’t talk about it much, but I know it means a lot to Coleson to have Peepaw on his side. It means everything to me.

“Still, I hate that you’re in more pain now.” He kisses my mouth then, softly, and I lean into the kiss. The pain blocker the surgeon put in has worn off, and his fear of getting addicted to pain pills is real. I wouldn’t have worried if he hadn’t been the one to ask me to keep up with how much he takes. I don’t think he wanted me to make a time sheet that includes an assessment of his pain level when he takes them, but here we are. Perks of a wife with undiagnosed OCD.

He squeezes my hips. “I’m good, Wife. I promise.”

I smile as I rub my nose along his. “Hey, at least we know your cock works great.”

Coleson’s lips curve, and those dimples shine. “I knew that from the top when you gave me my first sponge bath,” he chuckles, and I smile widely at him. “I owe you a vacation, foot rubs, multiple orgasms, and all the lotus tea you can drink.”

I snort at that since I know he’s being serious. He ordered me the stuff to make my drink at the house here in Nashville since I didn’t like the version he found for me at a local coffee shop. Since being laid up, my husband has developed a bit of a shopping habit. “Oh, I’m not even the least bit worried about you paying me back. Just wait until we get pregnant.”

He takes a sharp breath and gives me a look. “One thing at a time, Wife. Maybe we should get a dog so you can make sure I’m good at taking care of others?”

I give him an indulgent look. “Coleson, you take great care of people. And when it’s time for our child, you’ll be the same.”

His eyes search mine. “How do you know?”

“Because you love me, and you’ll love them just the same.”

“It terrifies me to have kids.”

I grin at him. “I used to terrify you.”

He chokes out a laugh. “You still do!”

I kiss his nose. “I’m not saying now, but you’ll repay me one day.”

“Sure will, and every day until then.”

“I know,” I whisper, stroking my fingers along his cheeks and jaw.

His eyes shine as he kisses my top lip. “That easy, huh?”

I grin, nodding. “It’s been that easy since we met.”

“You make it easy,” he corrects. “And I do love you—very much—Eliza.”

“I know that too,” I say, kissing his nose. “Now, come on. Let’s get you up and going so we can get to breakfast.”

He squeezes my ass. “I don’t need to go out there.”

“No?”

He spreads my cheeks. “Nope, I got the perfect present right here.”

“Coleson,” I whine, and his eyes darken with desire.

“Eliza,” he mimics, and I can’t help but giggle.

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