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Chapter no 16 – Cal

Bagging the Blueliner

EARLY FEBRUARY BROUGHT US the All-Pro Break. Every year, fans voted for their favorite players from each team in the league, and those selected joined together at a pre-determined location for a weekend of fun. There were skill challenges, and meet and greets with the fans, with it all leading up to the All-Pro Game.

One player was sent from each of the thirty-two teams, with a few wild card alternates.

Jaxon was the popular choice for the fan-selected player from the Comets. He was skilled and likable. The fans went nuts for him. Drawing the selection again this year, he was forced to decline as he’d sustained a wrist injury a week ago. Benji was being sent in his stead.

I’d been voted in once during my ten-year career but wasn’t bitter about it. Defense wasn’t the sexy job, but it was necessary. Offense sold tickets, but defense won championships. Without a solid defense, a team didn’t stand a chance.

While the fan favorites headed to this year’s All-Pro Weekend location in Charlotte, the rest of the league got a much-needed break. Depending on your team’s schedule, that break could be as long as ten days or as short as five. The Comets got a solid seven days this year.

Arriving home after our final practice before the break, I was reminiscing on how the boys and I had spent this time off in past years. The single

players always took over a resort in Mexico. Several teams joined up to buy out an entire hotel for a week. It was like spring break on steroids.

With Benji going to the game and the Comets’ pool of single players dwindling, I opted to stay home this year. I couldn’t exactly go somewhere with Hannah, and I wasn’t interested in a week of meaningless sex with random women. That bachelor trip held no appeal for me anymore.

A week in Connecticut in the dead of winter wasn’t the luxury vacation most people dreamed of, but Hannah was off, too, and I knew we would find ways to keep warm and entertained.

“Babe!” I called out, walking through the door of my penthouse.

Hannah wasn’t always there when I got home, but boy did I love it when she was.

After spending the night at her apartment when she was sick, I made sure she had the key code to my place. That sexy minx took it as an open invitation to walk around naked in the penthouse, and sometimes, I was lucky enough to find her like that upon my arrival.

Dropping my car keys on the entryway table, I made myself a protein shake. Once the blender’s loud whirling stopped, I could have sworn I heard the muffled sound of music. Maybe Hannah was here after all.

Following the soft beat, I tracked it to my home gym. Set on the first floor, it was visible through glass walls from the hallway.

There, in the center of it all—bent in half with her ass in the air—was Hannah.

What a welcome home.

I could have stared at her like that all day. Hair pulled back into a ponytail, she wore only a sports bra and a pair of skin-tight workout leggings, which left nothing to the imagination in her current position. I was vaguely aware that she was doing yoga, and how she held her body was named something to do with a dog.

Opening the door, the music became clearer but was low enough that I could talk over it. “This building has a gym, you know?”

Hannah’s head turned to find me leaning against the glass wall, watching her. “Yeah, but it’s overrun by the hockey players who live here.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “To my knowledge, only one player lives in this building.”

Smirking, she replied, “Yeah, but he’s a total douche. Can’t stand the man. Thinks he’s God’s gift to hockey. Talk about a big ego. I’m surprised

he can fit it through the door.”

It took everything in my power to keep a straight face. This banter was how we flirted with each other, and I loved how unique it was to our relationship.

“Want me to kick his ass?” I offered.

Hannah bit her lip, and I felt blood rush south. “I don’t know. He’s a big guy. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Growling playfully, I approached the bench situated behind her body. “You don’t think I could take him?”

She peered at me from between her legs when I sat behind her. “Come on, Cal. The guy is seriously jacked. I bet he’s on steroids, but you know what they say about the effects of those on a man’s package. Are the muscles really worth it when your outie becomes an innie?”

I shook my head. Sometimes, this girl really was too much.

Wanting to shut her up for a few minutes, I grasped the waistband of her workout leggings and began to pull them down. Trying to shift away from me, she asked, “What are you doing?”

Digging my thumbs into the dimples on her lower back, her moan shot straight to my dick. I really needed to record that sound. “Proving to you that penis size doesn’t hinder a man’s ability to take care of his girl. Now hush for a bit, and let me have a little snack.”

I went back to work peeling her pants over her ass and was pleasantly surprised to learn she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The scent of her arousal hung in the air, and my mouth filled with saliva.

Squirming away again, Hannah countered, “Tempting, but I need to take a shower first.”

“I like it better when you don’t.”

My face was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs when I heard her gasp before she jerked out of my grasp. Dropping to her knees, she crawled away, trying to pull her pants up.

Not ready to let her escape, I lowered my body to the floor and crawled after her.

Eyes wide, Hannah called out, “Cal. No!”

No was the magic word—at least to any decent man—and I stopped dead in my tracks.

Frowning, I asked, “Why not?”

Sitting cross-legged opposite me, she wrinkled her nose. “It’s cringe- worthy, is all.”

“What is?” I didn’t understand.

“When you’re down there.” She gestured wildly with her hands. “Smelling things.”

I tilted my head. “Baby, I fucking love the way you smell. It gets me hard just thinking about it.”

“That’s all well and fine, but not when the last time I showered was yesterday and I spent the last hour working out.”

Groaning, I closed my eyes. “Have you ever seen one of those videos where sharks get a whiff of blood in the water, and their eyes dilate to completely black?”

“Yeah . . .” I could hear the skepticism in her voice.

“That’s what happens to me when I catch the scent of you.” Feeling the need to clarify, I added, “And not fresh from the shower.”

“That’s gross.” I opened my eyes to the view of a disgusted look on her face.

“I guess it’s a good thing you’re not into women then, because it turns me on.”

Clearly uncomfortable with the conversation, she changed the topic. “It doesn’t matter. We don’t have time for that anyway. I really do need to take a shower, or we’ll be late.”

“Are we going somewhere?” If we were, that was news to me.

Standing, she walked past me, throwing casually over her shoulder, “You didn’t think I was going to sit here in this dump all week, did you? Grab your passport. We leave as soon as I’m clean.”

Grab my passport? What is she up to?

Trailing her as she walked upstairs and into the master bedroom, I found my suitcase beside hers.

Did she pack for me?

My brain was short-circuiting trying to deal with Hannah planning a trip for us when she stripped down to nothing and walked naked into the ensuite bathroom.

Forcing my feet to move, I followed, peering at her through the glass wall of the walk-in shower. Opening the door, steam hit me in the face as I asked, “Where are we going?”

Pushing the water out of her eyes and through her hair, she replied, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Watching the water sluice down her body’s soft curves, I was tempted to join her. But if our earlier interaction was any indication, she wasn’t going to entertain it. Closing the glass door, I went into my walk-in closet to grab my passport from the safe.

What in the world did she have up her sleeve this time?

 

 

Insisting that I drive, Hannah guided me toward the airport. When I was about to get off at the ramp for long-term parking, she stopped me, telling me to keep going. Guiding me, she gave turn-by-turn directions until we pulled up to the private airstrip off the main airport.

Looking over at her in the passenger seat, I sighed. “Hannah, you can’t afford this.”

Smirking, she replied, “Did you not pay attention during orientation when I mentioned I’m only using you for your money? This girl’s got champagne taste on a beer budget with extremely rich friends. Just trying to keep up.”

I knew she was kidding. That was why most women wanted to be with me—for my money.

Hannah waved a dismissive hand. “You’ll get a payment request for our share.”

That caught my attention. “Our share?” “Uh-huh.”

“What did you do?” Panic began to set in, and my heart rate skyrocketed as I gripped the wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Hannah jumped out as soon as I parked the SUV. “Grab the bags, will you?”

By the time I made it inside the private terminal, Hannah was done talking to the front desk. “Come on. Our plane is waiting.”

Leading the charge through the sliding glass doors onto the massive concrete tarmac, she made a beeline for a small private plane. The crew must have seen our approach because a flight attendant came down the short steps leading into the plane to take our bags. Hannah nodded in acknowledgment but blew right past her since I had the bags.

Halfway up the stairs, I heard her yell, “Who’s ready to get ship-faced?” Oh boy. Apparently, wherever we were going involved a boat. The idea of

Hannah drunk on the open sea seemed borderline dangerous. The odds of her falling overboard were too high for me to even think about relaxing.

So much for a week off.

Climbing the rest of the stairs quickly to discover who her captive audience and travel partners were, I froze when, over Hannah’s head, I found myself staring directly into Jaxon’s narrowed brown eyes.

Forget Coach. If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the spot from Jaxon’s death glare.

He turned to look at his wife, seated beside him. “What happened to Lucy and Preston?”

This was getting worse. He wasn’t expecting us.

Before Natalie could respond, Hannah opened her big mouth. “Lucy turned green at the mention of spending a long weekend on a boat. So, instead, you get me! Aren’t you lucky?”

“Oh, I’m something all right,” he grumbled.

Hannah moved down the aisle, pulling Natalie up from her seat and dragging her toward the back of the plane. Plopping down into two seats side by side, it was clear they were planning to have girl time on the trip to wherever we were going.

Mentally bracing for the most uncomfortable flight in the history of the world, I chose the white leather captain’s chair across the aisle from Jaxon. Flagging down one of the flight attendants, I requested a whiskey before takeoff.

As I sipped my liquor, you could cut the tension between me and my best friend with a knife. As the pilots began their final safety checks, he muttered, “I hope she’s worth it.”

Turning my head, I answered with my own question, “Was Natalie?” Jaxon sighed. “You know she was.”

“Then I think you have your answer.”

“This isn’t going to end well, you know that, right?”

Leave it to Jaxon to twist the knife. All it would take was one person to take a candid photo of Hannah and me together, and my world would come tumbling down.

Listening to her laughing behind me, I knew I would take this risk over and over.

Whatever the collateral damage, we would face it together.

 

 

We boarded the superyacht, Shine Brighter, as the sun began to set behind the marina on the shoreline of Miami.

Once Jaxon warmed to the idea of us joining them, I’d learned that Amy and Liam would join us the following day when we ported in Nassau. Our charter was set to be a five-day circular path starting in Florida, taking us to the Bahamas, Jamaica, Grand Cayman, and Key West.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by the entire crew and then shown to our rooms to settle in before dinner.

A stewardess led Hannah and me to our cabin. This was my first time on a yacht, so I was surprised to see the size of our stateroom.

Rich, glossy wood accents made the stark white linens on the queen-sized bed stand out. A white leather couch sat against the room-length pane-glass window. Moving around the room, I found a full bathroom featuring a walk-in shower. Assuming Jaxon and Natalie got the master suite, this was one hell of a guest room.

While I scoped out the cabin, Hannah was chattering like a monkey to the stewardess. Staring out the window—transfixed by the beautiful pinks and purples the sky was turning as the sun set—I heard her say, “We weren’t on the original charter manifest. Would you let the chef know that my boyfriend is allergic to shellfish?”

That caught my attention, and I spun around, staring at her while she finished her conversation. Finally, we were left alone to relax and change before dinner.

Hannah laid back on the bed and sighed. “Not too shabby, huh?” When I didn’t respond immediately, she lifted her head to find me still staring at her. “What?”

Raising an eyebrow, I asked, “Boyfriend?”

She rolled her eyes. “Is this where you become the stereotypical man and freak out?”

“No. I just wasn’t aware we had labels.”

Rising on her elbows, she asked, “Are you sleeping with other women?”

I shot her a glare. “You know I’m not. Are you sleeping with other men?” The rage that hit me at that thought had my fists clenching at my sides.

Hannah scoffed. “Of course not.”

I let out a deep breath, relieved. The logical part of my brain knew she wasn’t sleeping around, but hearing her admit it set me at ease.

Standing, she moved to where I stood. “So, if I’m not seeing anyone else and neither are you, that makes us exclusive. And if we’re exclusive, I think that means you’re my boyfriend, and I’m your girlfriend.”

Looping her arms around my neck, she rose on her tiptoes to kiss the side of my jaw. Grabbing her ass, I ground her hips onto my growing erection.

Dipping my head, I growled, “I’ve never fucked on a boat before.”

That fire lit up her blue eyes, and Hannah smirked. “Are you saying I get to be the woman who claims Cal Berg’s maritime virginity?”

A thought crossed my mind. “Wait. I don’t get yours?”

“Oh, honey. I grew up in Connecticut. Half the people I know lost their real virginities on a boat.”

“Rich kids.” I bent down to nip the side of her neck, and she tilted her head to give me greater access.

“Farm boy,” she teased back.

“Laugh all you want. I learned a thing or two about sex growing up on that farm.”

Her hands reached into my hair, and she tugged gently until I pulled back enough to meet her eye. I knew that look—the sass was incoming. “What’d you learn? How to mount from behind with no foreplay?”

“That only happened once. And you asked for it.” “Are we talking or fucking?” Hannah challenged.

I nipped at her bottom lip, tugging it with my teeth until she moaned. “I don’t know, baby. Bickering with you gets me hot.”

“What did it for you today? Talking about farm animals fucking? What a hick.”

Oh, she was begging me to punish her, but I had other ideas tonight. Sliding my hands up from her ass, I gripped the hem of her T-shirt,

pulling it over her head. Eager, Hannah slipped out of her leggings, removing her panties with them. Left only in her white lace bra, I twisted the hooks behind her back, and the fabric fell away, fluttering to the floor.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, she was stunning. What was even sexier than her body was the confidence she had in herself. She never shied

away from me when she was naked; she owned it before letting me own her.

“You’re overdressed, Mr. Berg,” Hannah’s husky voice taunted.

She stepped closer to skim her hands from my shoulders down my chest until she reached my waist. Instead of removing my shirt, she went straight for the fly of my jeans. Ripping my shirt off, I watched as she sank to her knees, licking her lips as she lowered the zipper and reached inside.

Throwing my head back, I groaned as she stroked me over the thin fabric of my boxer briefs. Without warning, she gripped the waistband and pulled down my jeans and underwear in a single tug. My cock sprang free with a mind of its own, narrowly missing smacking her in the face, and I bit back a chuckle.

Kicking off the pants pooled at my ankles, I watched as she ran her thumb over the stainless-steel bars of my piercings. Her feather-light touch drove me wild, and my hips thrust forward involuntarily.

Before I could enjoy her gentle exploration, Hannah replaced her thumb with her tongue. I groaned as the smooth texture of her tongue dragged slowly up my shaft until she reached the head. Parting her plush lips, she swallowed my length while pumping the base with her hand.

Reaching my hand into her hair, I set the pace, urging her to move faster. It felt so fucking good, and the sight of her mouth wrapped around my cock only heightened the pleasure coursing through my veins. I wasn’t going to last long like this.

Hannah moaned, and I tightened my grip, thrusting my hips forward in time to meet her mouth stroke for stroke. When she reached a hand between her legs, I nearly came undone.

Pulling her off, I tugged her arms until she stood before me. Taking her mouth in a punishing kiss, I crushed her body to mine, trying to get closer. Walking her backward until her knees bumped the edge of the bed, I turned us, pulling her down on top of me.

Lying back, I positioned her, straddling over my lap. Gripping her hips, I rocked her gently, letting her slick flesh glide over the underside of my dick. Hannah’s eyes popped open, and her breathing hitched when she realized how good my Jacob’s ladder felt rubbing against her clit.

Pulling her head back down to mine, I peppered kisses along her jaw before sinking my teeth into the soft skin of her neck. “Ride my piercings, baby. Make yourself feel good.”

Hannah moaned above me, her back arching as she tested moving against the ribbed texture between her thighs. The first pass on her own caused her to shudder, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pushed herself up to a sitting position.

She looked like a goddess seated above me. Her brown hair was messy and wild, her blue eyes hazy with lust.

Resting my hands on her thighs, I laid back to enjoy the show. And what a show it was.

I would be replaying this night on repeat in my mind for years to come. The way she bit her lip to try and stifle her moans unsuccessfully.

The way she tweaked her nipples as she bucked her hips faster and faster. The way her body flushed from head to toe as she drove closer to climax.

The way her unfiltered cries of ecstasy bounced off the walls, settling inside my heart.

The way I knew, without a doubt, I was in love with Hannah. That realization hit me so suddenly that it stole my breath away.

Love had never been on the table before—with any woman. And now, here I was, with the most incredible girl I’d ever known, falling in love for the first time, not knowing if we could have a future together.

It scared the living shit out of me.

Pushing those paralyzing thoughts to the back of my mind, determined to enjoy every moment we had together, I cradled Hannah against my chest as she collapsed atop me, post-orgasm. My dick was throbbing, demanding release, but she needed a minute to recover.

I knew she was ready for action when her sassy voice remarked, “You’ve ruined me. Piercings are now a must for any man I fuck. 10/10 would recommend.”

She was fucking with me, and I teasingly pinched her ass, making her squeal. “If you’re thinking about other men minutes after bringing yourself to orgasm rubbing against my cock, I haven’t done my job properly.”

Lifting her head to look at me with those brilliant blue eyes, she pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Then I guess you’re going to have to fuck me senseless.”

Challenge accepted.

“Get up,” I growled. When she hesitated, I demanded, “Now!”

Eyes wide, Hannah obeyed, pushing off my chest and scrambling to sit by my side. She sat silently, waiting for her next instruction.

Not moving a muscle, lying prone on the bed, I commanded, “Straddle me.”

Brows drew down in confusion because that had been her position before I’d made her move. She went to throw her leg over my body when I stopped her. “Facing the windows.”

Understanding dawned on her face, and she straddled me backward, her back to me. She hovered on her knees above my erection, jutting like a beacon toward where it wanted to be buried deep inside her. Gripping the base, Hannah ran it through her slick folds, gasping when it brushed her overly sensitive clit.

My hands reached up to skim down her sides until I reached the handholds of her hips. Lining myself up at her entrance, I gently lowered her onto my length. It was more difficult for her to take my size in this position, so I circled her hips as I pulled her down, stretching her as I penetrated her silken depths.

Mouth dropping open, I watched her body swallow my cock inch by inch.

Hands down, it was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

When she was seated to the hilt, her inner walls rippled around me, and I groaned.

What was it about this girl that had me close to blowing my load within thirty seconds, like a teenager?

Placing her hands on my thighs, she began to ride me slowly, letting her body adjust. Allowing her to take the lead, I was content to watch her beautiful body rise and fall on my cock.

Hannah was always stunning, but she was unguarded in bed. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see her face; I could picture her every expression solely from the sounds she made.

Head tilted back, her hair fell to the middle of her back as she moaned. Trailing my eyes down her body, I was struck by her feminine beauty—the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the curve of her spine down the length of her back until it melted into the rounded globes of her ass.

Determined to make her come, I used my grip on her hips to help her along. Instead of moving her up and down, I shifted her back and forth. The natural curve of my dick, combined with my piercings, lent to an advantage when I took her from behind, and I exploited that now.

Shaking her across my lap, I felt her tense, her nails digging into my thighs so hard I hissed against the pain.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she chanted on repeat from above. “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I encouraged.

Hannah’s panting punched the air in short, staccato bursts until she screamed her release, my name on her tongue. God, there was nothing better than listening to her come, knowing I could command her body with mine.

Clenching my core, I sat up behind her, and she slumped against my chest. Dipping my head, I kissed from her shoulder to her neck until she turned her head so I could capture her mouth.

We were covered in sweat, and Hannah was boneless on my lap, but I wanted one more from her.

Positioning her arms around my neck forced her back to arch so I had full access to her incredible body. Skimming my hands down the sides of her breasts, I moved them lower until I reached between her open thighs, her knees still bent over the sides of mine.

Hannah lurched at the first pass between her legs, screaming, “Cal! I can’t!”

“Shh. It’s okay. Relax,” I coaxed her like I would a spooked horse.

She whimpered but tangled her fingers in my hair at the back of my head. Sliding my hands to her hips, I pulled her body up before slamming it back down hard over my cock, eliciting a deep groan from both of us.

“Look out the window, baby.” If I knew Hannah like I thought I did, her eyes were closed.

I could hear the smile in her voice. “You have a thing about windows.”

Tugging her earlobe between my teeth, I continued sliding her body up and down my length. “No. I have a thing about you,” I breathed in her ear. “I like the idea of someone watching, seeing how hot you are, and knowing I am the one who is making you scream.”

Her pussy tightened around my shaft, and my grip on her hips grew punishing as I drove her down onto me over and over again. She was close, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I wanted—no, I needed—her to come again before I let myself explode inside her.

Changing it up on the downstroke, I circled her hips before pulling her up again. With a few powerful strokes like that, she squeezed around me so tightly that I stopped breathing.

“Cal!” My name hung in the air as I chased my own release. Jaw clenched, my balls drew tight, and my climax tore through me with a grunt.

I slammed her down on my cock and held her there as I emptied into her tight, hot pussy.

This would never get old.

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