Page 77 of Delayed Offsides

I’m offered a glare, her eyes narrowing at me like she wants to kill me. “When I say hard, I fuckin’ mean harder, Leo.”

“Well, fuck.” I pull out and sit back on my heels and then slap the side of her ass. “Turn over then. Any harder like this, and I’m going to squish the baby.”

“Doubtful,” she grumbles but gets on her hands and knees.

I slap her ass again. “Hold on, Mama.”

Callie looks over her shoulder at me, ready to say something snarky probably. I put my hand on her cheek and turn her head back to the headboard. “I said hold on.”

Her body shakes with laughter. “You’re so bossy.”

“Excuse me?” I raise an eyebrow as I enter her again. “You’re the one who demanded I fuck you harder.”

She turns around completely, and I slip out of her. She stares at me. “And are you doing that? No. You’re not. You’re arguing with me.”

I press my palm between her shoulders and make her turn back around before I drive my hips forward, my erection sliding between her ass cheeks. I notice what she’s done right then, when my eyes drop from hers to her ass and the way my dick looks sliding between her perfectly round cheeks. Both my hands splay out on her ass, spreading her cheeks. “You really did it?”

Callie’s cheeks flush when she glances at me, but her tone doesn’t give away her embarrassment. “Hell yes, I bleached my asshole. And I’m proud of it. Now, are you going to fuck me, or am I going to have to do this myself?”

I push her head into the pillow. “Shut up.” I guide myself inside her warm, wet center.

Callie laughs, but I quickly wipe the grin away, along with any talking, when I start pounding into her. The harder the better it seems with her.

Needing a new angle, I raise my right leg up, so my foot is flat on the bed, my knee bent. With my left hand squeezing her hip, my right splayed out over the small of her back. Almost instantly, her body tenses, and her walls clench. I take a handful of her hair and lift her head. “Is that what you want?”

She nods. No words.

Hey, at least I’ve rendered her speechless. I’ll take that.

I don’t stop either. Not until we’re both letting go, and I explode with pleasure inside her.

“So fucking good,” I whisper, slumping against her.

“Now that’s a wake-up call I can get used to.” Callie sighs, lifting her head from the pillow, slapping my thigh with her hand as her eyes drift closed.

I chuckle, listening to the sounds of her soft breathing as she turns and pushes me back to lie on my chest. “I could definitely get used to this forever,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her.

* * *

Callieand I take a shower before I start packing for the road trip. That’s when she’s standing in our room watching me. She takes a seat next to my suitcase. “I have my doctor’s appointment today. To find out the sex.”

My eyes lift to hers. “Really? You didn’t say anything. I could have come with you.” I push down on the pile of clothes in my bag, trying to fit five days of clothes in a bag meant for one, and hoping to get out the door so I’m not late. I’ll admit my tone is off, and my words are rushed. Like I don’t care, or upset, or whatever. I’ve never been good at trying to push sincerity into my tone. Truth be told, I don’t care if the kid is a boy or a girl. Doesn’t really matter to me.

“I knew you wouldn’t be in town, so I didn’t say anything.”

I nod but don’t say anything.

And I want to be there for the appointment, but I don’t have a choice. You can’t call in sick to a hockey game. It’s my job and doesn’t allow the benefits of taking a night off.

“So you’re back on Sunday?” She follows me from the bedroom, down the hall to the kitchen, where I set my bag by the door and then grab a bottle of water from the fridge and place it by my phone and keys.

“Yeah.” I watch carefully, gauging her mood as she takes a seat at the eating bar.

She glances around the condo at the boxes lining the walls. “Hopefully I’ll have this put away by the time you get back.” She turns on the stool and faces me, giving me that look that says she’s sad I’m leaving.

I lean in to kiss her cheek and then her neck and back up to her jaw. And then, finally, her lips. “Mmmm, I’m going to miss you.”

Her arms lock around my neck, pulling me toward her. The small bump she now has presses into my stomach, a reminder our baby is in there, cooking. “Call me when you find out, Mama,” I tell her with a wink.

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