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This time I don’t stop him from kissing my breasts. I welcome it. Bucking my hips wildly against his, my muscles and body clench around him.

My eyes drop from his gaze to his muscles rippling as he moves with me, his breath and body shaking. He bucks into me a few more times. “Fuck, baby, tell me you’re coming.” His legs tense underneath me. “I can’t stop.”

“I am,” I whisper, my eyes fluttering.

As he slams me into him, his hand slips from my clit and grips my waist, rocking me into his every thrust.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I do, the last of the sensations coursing through me. “I want to watch your body fall apart on mine.” A deep growl surfaces from within him as he comes, the vein in his neck prominent as his body shudders underneath me, holding on as he rides the waves of pleasure. He tenses, a groan escaping his beautiful parted lips as he pulses inside me, finding his release.

I cling to him tighter, never wanting to let go.

We stay like this, connected, panting, as I run my fingers lazily through his hair, trying to control my own breathing.

He collapses against me, his hands on the steering wheel behind me, his cheek pressing to my rapidly beating heart. After a moment, his left hand drops from the steering wheel and rests on my hip. He chuckles, his head leaning back to rest against the headrest. “Now that’s what I call good stick control.”

I laugh too, overcome with some sort of emotion I don’t want him to see, and then attempt to move, but he stops me, his hands on my thighs.

I relax in his lap, searching his eyes. He doesn’t say anything for the longest moment, struggling with an unseen emotion, watching me as if he wants to freeze time. “What?”

Tucking my hair behind my ear, he gazes up at me. “Move in with me?”

There’s a sudden pressure in my chest. I’ve never lived with anyone besides my dad and Bethany. And with Leo… I’m not sure if this is the next step for us or where we need to go with this. “Why?”

“Because I want you there,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want to wake up every morning that I’m in Chicago and see this face.” The pad of his thumb sweeps across my bottom lip.

I purse my lips. “You don’t mean that.”

He shifts, his legs moving underneath me as he exhales loudly—probably annoyed I questioned his intentions. “I mean it, Callie. I want you living with me.”

I look at him, really look at him, trying to decipher what this is. Hormonal emotions waging war with our hearts? He reaches up, touching my cheek again, my heart thumping wildly in my chest at his touch. “Please?”

I’m about to say something else when he lifts his chin, watching me.

“I mean it,” he murmurs, an emotion running through his eyes I can’t decipher.

“Okay,” I finally say.

I have a feeling we’re playing above our level of comfort when it comes to any of this, but I hope, no, I pray we can maintain the man advantage.

PERIOD 3

CHAPTER18

SCREENED SHOT

LEO

A shot that the goaltender cannot see due to other players obscuring it.

Well,I’ve come to terms with being a dad. And, I officially have a girlfriend. I even post about us on Instagram. It’s fucking official.

Oh, you’re curious what my post says, aren’t you?

Mama.That’s all. Simple word followed by a heart emoji. Bitches know she’s not my mama, but it’s all over the social media that she’s having my baby now.

And not that I need to, because I’m not looking for approval from anyone, but I call my mom to tell her about the baby. Look at me pacing the floor in my kitchen. Do you think I’m nervous?

Not really. I can tell you how this conversation is gonna go, but I’ll let you see for yourself.

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