Fuck. It was my dad.
Cal began to move away from me, but I locked my ankles around his waist, gritting out, “Pull out, and I scream.” I was less than a minute away from climax, and not even my dad was going to rob me of that.
His blue eyes widened. He knew I was crazy enough to do it.
Sorry, dude. I spent too long being denied orgasms. There’s no way in hell I’m letting this one go to waste.
Clearing his throat, Cal’s voice still held a husky tone. “Yeah, Coach.”
Biting my lip to keep quiet, I clenched around his cock. Burying his face in my neck, Cal couldn’t silence his groan in time.
“Are you all right in there, son? I tried calling you. It’s not like you to be late for a leadership meeting.” Concern laced my dad’s words.
Gruffly, Cal replied, “Give me five minutes.” Oh, no. He wasn’t going to rush through this to hang out with my father. Concentrating, I clenched as hard as I could, and his strangled voice called out, correcting his earlier statement, “Ten! Ten minutes!”
That was better. Not great, but I could live with it.
“You sound strange. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Jesus, Dad. Take the hint and go away!
“Just a little stomach issue. I won’t be long.” Okay, Cal got props for having some blood left in his brain to think quickly on his feet.
You could almost feel the grimace on Dad’s face as he responded, “Take all the time you need.”
Silence followed, and Cal glared at me from above.
“Start praying he’s far enough down the hallway because you’re going to pay for that,” he growled.
An angry Cal was my favorite in bed. Before I could respond, he reached around to unlock my heels from behind his ass. Looping his elbows beneath my thighs, he bent me in half, changing the angle and making me gasp.
“For that little stunt, forget ten minutes. You’ll be screaming while my cock punctures your lungs, coming in sixty seconds flat. Enjoy.”
Goddamn, he had a way with words. Some women didn’t appreciate the fine art form of dirty talk, but it made my heart sing. It also didn’t hurt that Cal could back his words up with actions—they were an ironclad guarantee.
The first slam made me cry out. The second made me scream. By the third, I was ready to beg for mercy as the air was forced from my lungs. Not that I ever would. I’d waited my entire life for a man who could bend my body to his will and bring us both to the highest heights of pleasure.
Besides, I knew from experience that once this train got moving, there was no stopping it.
I didn’t have my timer handy, but before long, an orgasm tore through me with the force of a freight train, and my uncontrollable screams filled the tiny space of the hotel room. Cal pounded into my pussy three more times before baring his teeth and roaring his own release. It almost felt like a contest to see who could be louder after narrowly escaping discovery.
Releasing my legs, Cal rolled to lay beside me on the bed. Our chests heaved, trying to draw in air after the intensity of the past few minutes.
“That was close,” I croaked out.
Great, my voice was almost gone. How loud had I been?
Letting out a shaky breath, Cal turned on his side to face me. “Almost seemed like you wanted to get caught.”
Closing my eyes, I confessed, “Maybe I do.” When I was met with silence, I forced myself to look at him. Expecting to see anger in his eyes, I could have sworn I saw understanding in their blue depths.
Sighing, I explained, “Sneaking around was fun in the beginning, but now I’ve practically moved into your place and you’re sending me to recording studios . . . And I don’t know.”
Rubbing a hand over his nearly invisible five o’clock shadow, he mused, “I’m tired of hiding, too. I want the world to know you’re my girl, but it’s complicated.”
“I know.”
“Your dad is going to be pissed. Most of his wrath will fall on me. He will say that I should have known better. I’m more than willing to take the heat, but I refuse to let it affect the team.”
