She bit her lip to keep from smiling but was unsuccessful. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. It’s okay to ask for help, honey. We’ve been over this.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’d be forced to explain to the league office why mywifewas screaming at a ref at ice level. At least now, I can lock the door to the press box.”
Hannah pouted. “So mean.”
Turning to me, his playful affection for his wife died, and those Arctic blue eyes hardened as his jaw clenched. “Maddox,” he addressed me gruffly. “Managing to keep your hands off women you have no business touching?”
I flashed him a cocky grin. “Never.”
A growl rumbled from Cal’s chest. I had said it to get a rise out of him and was pleased I’d hit the mark.
He was still pissed about the club all those years ago. To be fair, my hand had been up Hannah’s skirt when he caught us. And she hadn’t exactly been wearing panties. It wasn’t a great look. If he felt even half the level of possession over Hannah that I did for Bristol, I could understand why he was agitated. I wasn’t sure I would have the same restraint if I came face to face with someone from her past who had touched her intimately.
Hannah slid a hand up his chest. “You know, Christmas is coming up, and I wouldn’t say no to my gift being double-stuffed by two of the biggest men I’ve ever had the pleasure of rubbing up against.”
My eyes widened in shock at her words, but Cal reacted instantly. Her body was pinned against the concrete in a flash, and his hand was in her hair, gripping so tightly I heard herpained gasp.
Cal’s tone was lethal as he spoke to his wife. “You trying to earn a punishment, baby?”
What did it say about me that this display had my cock thickening?
Hannah couldn’t move her head with how he held her, but her throat bobbed on a swallow. Licking her lips, her reply was breathy. “Y-yes.”
“Maybe this time your punishment will be denial—and not the fun kind,” he growled, his face an inch from hers.
“Please,” she whined, her hips shifting against his.
Did these two not realize they were in a public place? Perhaps they didn’t care.
Cal released her, and Hannah sagged against the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her skin was flushed, and the pulse point at the base of her throat fluttered wildly.
Jesus, maybe I’d dodged a bullet. I don’t think I could have handled that woman. Even for a single night. Good on Cal for having a firm handle on her, though. Watching the two of them was enough to make you believe that there was a perfect match for everyone. Hannah had undoubtedly found hers.
The tiniest hint of a smirk graced Cal’s lips as he said, “It was great catching up, Maddox. Good luck tomorrow.” He looped his arm around Hannah’s waist and led her away.
I was left standing there stunned, watching them leave.
“What have you found yourself in the middle of now?” Bristol’s voice behind me was accompanied by heels clacking on the polished concrete floor.
I made sure to adjust myself in my pants before turning to face her.
It turned out to be a pointless exercise. Cal and Hannah might’ve gotten my engine started, but Bristol had it roaring to life. The security guards were sure to get a show today.
She was dressed in a navy blue wrap dress that brought out the color of her eyes while showcasing her soft curves, and the tie called to me. My fingers itched to tug on that thick band of fabric holding it together, to watch it fall away from her perfect body before I devoured her—first with my eyes, then with my mouth.
“Maddox?”
Fuck, I nearly groaned at the sound of my name on her tongue. What I wouldn’t give to hear her screaming those two syllables in ecstasy.
“Hmm?” What were we talking about again?
She raised an eyebrow before folding her arms beneath her chest, pushing her breasts against the stretchy fabric of her dress, the creamy swells begging to be tasted. It had been so long since we were together that her unique flavor had become a distant memory. I needed a refresher course, stat.
“That little display. How did you find yourself in the middle of it?”
Oh, that.
Yeah, wasn’t going there with her. You didn’t bring up past fucks—or almost fucks—with a girl whose pants you were currently trying to get into. It was a terrible idea, the worst. Chicks had a habit of comparing themselves to others and always found themselves lacking. It made zero sense as women were like a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Their differences made them unique. I’d sampled my fair share, and I could honestly say I liked them all.
