With barely any hesitation, Klien continued his tirade, shouting, “You’re out, Miller. You hear me? You’re done with the Blizzards. Your contract is hereby terminated.”
My pulse thundered through my veins, anger vibrating through me with every beat of my heart. That was a low blow. But I was used to throwing down; I knew exactly how to make my hits hurt.
I plastered on a cold smile and eased Spencer to the side before I stepped closer to him. We were face-to-face, chestsalmost pressed together, and I delighted in the way his pulse jumped and he swallowed hard.
“Suck my dick, asshole. Oh wait, your daughter already did that.” I hummed. “Might be a bit weird for me to do daddyanddaughter.” I pivoted on the ball of my foot, wrenched open the door, and let it bounce off the wall as I walked out. Fuck him and his team.
Spencer had the last word, a much more professional version of what I had to say. “We’ll see you in court, Mr. Klein.”
The door slammed behind us, and a bellow rattled the windows and doors as I passed them.
Spencer was hot on my heels as I marched to the locker room. He grasped my forearm when I reached for the duffel bag in my locker, pushed me up against the metal door, and hissed, “What the fuck were you thinking? Fair dinkum, you don’t rile up the team owner like that.”
“You know me,” I retorted and pulled out of his grip. “My mouth always gets me in trouble.”
Spencer’s eyes darkened, and he gripped my chin. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to. “Then maybe I should fill it so you can’t spout any more shit,” he growled.
My heart rate shot up to a thousand beats a minute, and he stepped in closer, hovering only a hair’s breadth away from me. When Spencer was near, there was a third option that presented itself with my fight-or-flight instinct—fuck.
I sucked in a breath, inhaling leather, chocolate, and sex, and moaned. He bit down on his lip, and I tracked the movement, licking my own. I was starving for him again. He pinned me to the lockers with his hips, and I rolled mine, leaving him in no doubt about the effect he was having on me. He nudged my nose with his but kept his lips tantalizingly out of my reach.
“You’re gonna be my little cock warmer tonight,” he murmured, his lips against my ear. “Then when I’m ready to takeyour arse, I’m going to bend you over and empty myself inside you. You’ll be so full, my jizz’ll be running down your legs.”
“Yes,” I hissed and gripped his hips, grinding my hard cock against his. I was desperate and leaking already, even though I’d only just gotten off. But Spencer always had that power over me. The man screamed sex.
He kissed me then, blanking out every thought except him. When he did that, my walls fell and I was putty in his hands. He had the power to quiet my mind and give me everything I needed. I didn’t have to be what the world saw—a punk-ass sports star. I could be quiet and introspective. I could give up control and trust him. I wasn’t a disappointment. I wasn’t a fuckup. I was his, and I knew he was proud of me.
Spencer reached up and cupped my face, holding me in exactly the position he wanted me in. He nudged his leg between mine and ground his hip along my hard length. My breath stuttered and my cock pulsed.
Then he swept his tongue into my mouth, owning me. He short-circuited my brain. I clung to his hips, barely keeping myself from melting into a puddle of Jell-O at his feet.
When he finally broke the kiss, he sighed and murmured against my lips, “We’ll fix this, Texas. I promise.”
I knew he meant well, but it didn’t even seem possible. I probably had a clause in my contract somewhere telling me I couldn’t bone the team owner’s daughter or disrespect him or Coach. If my daddy had heard the way I spoke to them in there, he would have lit my sorry ass on fire. It was a good thing we rarely talked these days.
“I don’t think there’s any coming back from this, cowboy.” I pasted on a smile that I wasn’t feeling and added, “But I’m okay.”
“Don’t lie to me, Bray,” he replied, then ran his thumb over my cheek. “Let’s get your agent on the line and see what he says.”
I nodded and began packing my things. I didn’t want to have that conversation here. Within minutes I had everything from my locker shoved into my duffel.
I looked up to see Coach waiting at the doorway to the locker room. “Call your agent, son. You’re a great player. You should be in the league.”
“Thanks, Coach,” I said sincerely. “And sorry.” I wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d have any say in keeping me on the team after that debacle. Maybe if Klein hadn’t been there, Coach might have been able to claim ignorance of what had happened. But rumors spread like wildfire in teams—hockey players were gossip queens—so Klein would have heard sooner or later. Y’all’d better believe that Coach’s head would have been on the chopping block, too, if Klein found out he knew about us. I wasn’t worth that and the team deserved better.
I felt a pang of regret when the door to the player’s entrance slid closed behind us. My footsteps stuttered and my breath caught. This could be the end of my career. It’d been my everything for over a decade, and I’d possibly just thrown away the whole fucking thing for a quick lay. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. What had I done?
The walls of our shoebox apartment started to close in on me the moment we stepped inside. I’d leased the first place I’d seen. After living in a hotel for a few months, Spencer begged me to find somewhere more permanent for when he arrived. Frustrated he was forcing me to be all responsible adultlike, I’d walked in, checked out the semi-spacious living room, and signed the lease on the spot. I should have looked further because a studio apartment definitely didn’t have a separate bedroom. But at the time, I’d had no idea. Then we got busy and hadn’t had time to find somewhere else.
I pushed down the rising dread, navigated my way around the tiny space cluttered with hockey gear and guitars, and dialedHector, my agent. I held my breath, sending the good Lord a prayer for him to be available.
“Miller, what can I do for you?” he said when he picked up.
“Find me a new team,” I said miserably. “Y’all, it’s been a day. But that about sums it up. I need a new team.”
“Why?” he asked slowly, his accent curling around the word.
“Well, let’s just say that I told the owner to suck my dick after he caught Spencer and me walking out of a storage closet after having just fucked his daughter. It didn’t go down so well.”
