Page 82 of Bagging the Blueliner
When I didn’t respond, she asked, “Is that okay?”
“I don’t think that’s my call.”
“Isn’t that something people in relationships normally talk about? To see if their plans for the future align?” The way she spoke in questions made me realize she was unsure.
“Wait. You don’t know? Are you saying you’ve never been in a relationship before?”
Sheepishly, she shook her head. “No. Have you?”
“No.” For once, it seemed we were on equal footing.
Hannah’s jaw dropped. “Not even in high school or college?”
“For someone who knew my scouting report probably better than I did, have you forgotten how scrawny I was when the Comets took a chance in drafting me?”
“Yeah, but surely girls were interested.”
I shrugged. “Given the choice between me and some of my grown-man teammates, it was no contest. I didn’t mind. I needed to keep my eye on the prize.”
“So, you’re saying that I am your first-ever girlfriend?”
I pondered that for a moment and smirked. “Well, there is the small matter of a playground wedding in second grade. Seemed pretty binding at the time.”
There was a sparkle in Hannah’s beautiful baby blues. “Give me her name. I’ll order the hit.”
Laughing out loud, the last bits of the tension surrounding the earlier misunderstanding left my body. “I think you’re safe. Last I heard, she lives in Vancouver with her husband and three kids.”
“She’s lucky. I won’t tolerate someone trying to stake a claim on my man.”
Her man.
Damn, that sounded good rolling off her tongue.
Chewing her lip, she stroked the side of my jaw. “We need to circle back.”
Dropping my mouth to her neck, I murmured against her skin, “Circle away.”
“You know where I stand on the whole ‘having a family’ business. How do you feel about that?”
“After speaking to Jaxon about how it affects his sex life having kids in the house, I’m not too keen on the idea. I’d much rather have the freedom to bend you over a balcony any time I see fit.”
Hannah gasped, pulling back to look at me. “You really are the perfect man,” she breathed out.
Bringing up Jaxon and our earlier conversation reminded me of something he mentioned. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“If I answer, will you fuck me so hard we both forget our names?”
Chuckling, I nodded. “Deal.”
“Okay, what do you want to know?”
“When I was freaking out earlier, I realized I had no clue what kind of birth control you were on.”
Relaxing, clearly preparing for something worse, she smiled. “Standard implant. No muss, no fuss. Good for three years.”
My mind started working overtime. Most of what I knew about female birth control was the pill. “How does that affect your periods?”
Hannah smirked. “Oh boy, we must be deep into it now if you’re tracking my cycles.”
