I lead this team with fists clenched around every secret.
But the rookie who swore she was straight? She's unraveling me.
One glance in the locker room haze, sweat tracing paths down her throat, and my control fractures. She's fire disguised as ice, denial etched in every defiant line of her body. I should protect her career, shield the team from scandal. Instead, I pin her against equipment bags in the dim equipment room, breaths hot and tangled, tasting the salt of her confusion as she arches into me.
She's never touched a woman before. Never wanted to.
Until my hands map her skin, possessive and unyielding, turning her rigid world liquid. Hotel suites become our battlefield, sheets twisted under crashing bodies, my mouth claiming what she hid even from herself. I growl my ownership into her ear, fingers bruising hips as she shatters, whispering my name like a prayer she can't revoke. Authority demands distance. Obsession demands everything.
Our games on the ice turn feral under arena lights, her skates slicing close to mine, bodies colliding with bruising force that promises more. But the locker room whispers grow louder, eyes narrowing at stolen touches. Her straight facade crumbles in my grip, yet yielding means risking it all: her shot at glory, our team's fragile shot at playoffs, the identity she's clung to like a lifeline.
I crave her surrender more than victory. She's my vulnerability, the one who makes my iron resolve bend.
What if possessing her costs us the rink, the roar of the crowd, and the woman who's finally mine?
A full-length possessive bi-awakening sports erotic romance featuring a jealous team captain and her straight rookie.
