Body Checked By My Straight Captain Chapter 23
Connor’s eyes stay locked on mine.
“You think Jace is the only one who can make you lose control?”
His hand slides higher under my hoodie.
“I don’t think I’m drilling you enough on the ice, Blaine.”
His mouth curves. Not nice.
“I’ll have to show you how it’s done.”
Before I can answer, Connor unzips his oversized team hoodie, yanks it off, and drapes it across my lap.
A shield from the aisle.
Then he bites down on my shoulder.
Hard.
A broken sound tears out of me.
“Connor—”
His hand shoves beneath my waistband again. My body jerks.
Across the aisle, Jace is watching.
Connor sees him. Then suddenly he shifts me around like I weigh nothing.
I barely understand what’s happening before I’m straddling his lap beneath the cover of his big hoodie.
Chest to chest.
Our bodies pressed hard together.
Connor’s arm locks around my waist, his palm pressed to my lower back while his other hand stays between us.
But then… I stop breathing when his hand at my back moves.
And I know exactly where he’s going.
Connor Griffith.
Perfect Captain. Mr. Control.
It’s so intimate… My whole body goes rigid.
“Connor.”
“What?”
He sounds almost calm.
His hips push up beneath me.
Across the aisle, Jace’s smile disappears.
Connor notices.
“Still think I’m too safe?”
His hand moves. Just enough to make me shake.
Connor leans in.
“Beg.”
“What?”
His lips brush mine.
“You wanted chaos. Beg me for it.”