Page 123 of The Goalie in Room 1

Toes curled.

“Fuuuck!!”

Cock throbbed. Pulsed. Spurted.

Cum spewed.

Thad groaned.

And white static took me.

A low, rumbling murmur of kisses penetrated the floaty nothingness.

“So perfect. So worth the wait. You are amazing, Cash Benjamin.”

Thad.

Thad…no…Daddy…Daddy fucked me so good. Hard, fast, rough, so rough. And dirty. Filthy.

“Daddy.” The word came out raspy and raw.

“There he is.”

I rolled toward his big, warm body, burying my face between his tits. His arms pulled me tight to him, and his lips pressed against my forehead.

“Is my hair wet?” I asked, the cool air bringing the wet strands to my mind through the fog still clinging to the edges of my consciousness.

“Yes. We were a mess.”

“We showered?”

“Yes, baby boy. Daddy cleaned you up and changed the sheets.”

Daddy.

I sighed. Fuck that sounded so good.

“I don’t remember.”

“I know,” the smug bastard replied with a self-satisfied smile.

“Jesus. As if you, a world-renowned orthopedic surgeon with a patient list filled with the most famous athletes and stars, didn’t have a big enough head.”

“Watching you hit subspace was a beautiful thing. A gift. One I plan to ensure we get to enjoy as often as possible.”

Later, ensconced in my favorite spot on the balcony, a large, mostly empty bowl of shared ice cream sitting on the end table slowly turning to soup, we lay cuddled together. Or rather, Thad sat as he had during the early days of my post-op recovery, and I turned into his side, glommed to him like a koala with separation anxiety. My arm and leg were thrown over him, held in place by one of his arms, his hand gripping my shoulder. The fingers of his other hand trailed up my hamstring from knee to ass, slipping under the edge of the running shorts I’d slipped on to trace the edge of the built-in briefs.

We sat in silence, the sound of the ocean the only interruption. It, like the closeness we shared, was a balm to my soul, and I hoped to his too.

“So, those sexy, naughty little green manties?”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head and snorting like a pig. “Yes,” I guffawed.

“Are those part of the regular rotation or a special edition?”

“Just…” I cleared my throat, a little embarrassed, but not with how I’d teased him.

“Well? Just…what?”