That was it.
That was the moment Hannah pushed me past my breaking point.
The moment when the ten years of sexual frustration with this woman came to a head.
Instinct took over, and my hand went to her throat, gripping the sides and forcing her body backward until she was pinned against the wall. Blue eyes widened in shock, but the way her pupils dilated, I knew she was just as turned on as me.
The time for games was over. I no longer gave a fuck that she could ruin everything I’d worked so hard to achieve.
The truth was, my career could be over at any given moment. Might as well go out with a bang.
If Coach found out, I would retire. At least I had a good run.
Chapter 11
Hannah
I’d come up hereon a mission to provoke Cal into sleeping with me.
I had expected some pushback. He was stubborn, but I was sneaky. Coming up here in nothing but his jersey had been strategic. Hockey players went insane when a woman they were interested in wore their specific jersey. They liked to claim their women, brand them.
Honestly, it was a test. I still wasn’t as convinced as Amy that Cal was into me.
What I hadn’t expected was to find myself pinned to the wall with a massive hand curled around my throat. Even if he wasn’t cutting off blood flow to my brain, the move alone would have been enough to make me lightheaded.
A black haze crept in from the edges of my vision, but Cal’s face was front and center. His nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge. Intense blue eyes demanded my attention.
He was a massive man. He could snap my neck with a flick of his wrist. I should be afraid, but I knew he would never hurt me, even if I was the source of the anger he struggled to contain.
Bringing his face a breath away from mine, his tone was a low growl. “You’re off-limits, and that’s enough to tempt me, but goddamn that mouth of yours. It deserves to be punished for half the shit it says. Maybe my cock shoved down your throat will be enough to shut you up for five minutes.”
My eyes widened. The mental image he painted, combined with his domineering attitude, had my panties soaking wet. He was close to losing control—I could sense it. I wanted him to unleash on me, to show me what I’d been missing being denied the company of a hockey player in my bed.
Luckily, he just gave me the keys to unlocking the cage of the animal begging to be set free.
My mouth had gotten me in trouble my entire life. Truthfully, the outlandish things I said were partly because sometimes I couldn’t stop the verbal diarrhea, but most often, I simply enjoyed the shock factor.
A thought popped into my head. I knew it would push him right over the edge.
Put on your big-girl panties because he is gonna be pissed. Here goes nothing.
Breathless, I whispered, “Who are you kidding? That thing wouldn’t even make it to my gag reflex.”
Cal’s grip on my throat tightened a fraction, and I couldn’t stifle a moan. His free hand grabbed one of mine, placing it on the rigid length tenting his joggers.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus.
Cal felt when I swallowed against his hand, and a dark chuckle fell past his lips. “What? Run out of smartass remarks?”
My brain was short-circuiting, imagining how full I would feel with him inside me. If the thought was this overwhelming, howwould I handle the sensory overload of being stretched to the max?
Making sure I wasn’t dreaming, I gripped him, testing to see if I could get my fingers all the way around. That would be a negative.
Not in the mood for games, Cal brought his lips to my ear with a warning. “I fuck the way I play the game. Hard and fast. If you can’t handle that, leave now. Once we start, there’s no turning back.”
He was giving me an out, but I was in too deep now. I’d waited my whole life for this. Maybe not with Cal, but I couldn’t afford to be too picky at this point.
It was terrifying but also thrilling.
