Page 28 of Dirty Play

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She stops, her head tilted as she assesses me. “Not really. With my luck, I’ll end up laying it all out there and you’ll disappear without a response,” she huffs, her hands on her hips.

I stare back at her, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t imagining my hands on her hips, grinding her against me as she rides my cock.

Definitely not what I should be thinking about right now, and based on her eyes narrowing, she’s not amused by my staring.

“I’m not going to do that again, I promise,” I tell her, surprising myself because I’m not one to make promises.

The look on her face when I left her—I’ll never be able to get that out of my mind. That alone will make sure I never do something like that again, which means I need to keep my distance, make sure we keep our boundaries in place.

“Why am I supposed to believe you? I thought we were friends… friends don’t treat each other the way you treated me,” she says quietly. “You hurt me.”

Her words feel like ten thousand little cuts, breaking me apart even further, but all I can think about is how much I’ve already hurt her.

Although I think walking away entirely would hurt her more.

“I’m sorry, Tink. I am. I can’t explain it… I’m broken,” I tell her, not sure how to explain I’m not good enough for her. That I hurt the people I care about.

“I don’t know what to do with you,” Gwen mumbles as we continue walking, the sound of the city all around us. This city never truly sleeps. Even in the middle of the night cars go by constantly, a lot of them honking their horns, and there are people everywhere, yet all I can hear is her.

“I don’t know what to do with myself, either,” I tell her the sad reality of my life.

Chapter 11

Gwen

Cade Motherfucking Williams is the only thing I can think about. When I saw him at the hospital last night talking with Kennedy and Denise, it stirred up all the feelings I have been trying to push down for weeks. His touch, his tongue, his cock… they've left an impression on me, and I don’t know how to not compare everything to him. He’s become the gold standard in my life, even if he is an absolute asshole. Even his stupid personality is somehow both infuriating and fucking endearing.

He’s so capable of being sweet and caring, and he shows that more often than not. Even last night, he showed up for me when I told him I didn’t want him to. He talked to me, actually asked me how I was, and looked concerned when I told him it was a rough night.

But that’s not how it’s been. Lately, the second he opens his mouth, he fucks it all up. It’s still hard to hate the man, though. Although I’m biased because I’m in a constant loop of thinking about his tongue on my clit, or his cock inside me, even though those are the last things I should want.

Definitely not his cock.

Shit. I’m going crazy.

It’s my damn weekend—I’m supposed to be relaxing, cleaning my house, binging a smutty romance book, I don’t know! Anything but lying around on a pile of laundry thinking about the six-foot-four goalie with golden brown eyes and all the dirty things I want to do with him.

He’s the last person I expected to see last night. He has never been here before, so when I saw him with one of my patients, I was pissed. He was in my bubble, my space, and it felt like he was intruding.

But then I went over and heard them talking, saw the way he was interacting with Kennedy and her mom, and honestly, I was impressed. He did it with so much kindness—so much empathy—he was able to really connect with Kennedy, and it was so nice to see her with a genuine smile on her face. Denise told me all about how excited Kennedy was to meet him. Apparently, she loves watching hockey with her dad, so it was a nice bright spot in what had otherwise been a crappy day.

When Cade mentioned he could organize for some of the guys on the team to come to the hospital for a meet and greet, I knew it was something I wanted to set up as soon as possible. Kennedy needs something to look forward to, something exciting in her life, and what better than four professional hockey players visiting you and your parents?

Once I double-checked with her parents, I cleared it through all the right channels at the hospital and made sure everything was set up so there wouldn’t be a problem.

But of course, since the request came in my name and not Cade’s or the NY Cyclones, Dr. Dickhead had to be a huge pain in the ass.

That was until I kindly pointed out the names of the planned visitors and he shut right up. See, Dr. Dickhead is a huge fan of hockey, specifically the Cyclones, and he happens to be a season ticket holder. If we’re being honest, he also has a bit of a hard-on for Cade. I’ve overheard him talking about games, and all he does is talk about Cade Williams and how he’s the best goalie we’ve had in ages—how he walks on water and is basically the second coming of Christ. Or at least that’s how Dr. D makes it sound.

I still haven’t told him I’m friends with the guys, especially Cade. Figured I’d use that to my advantage when he really pisses me off or when I want to really piss him off. Either way.

“I can’t do this shit anymore,” I mumble, needing to get out of this apartment.

Rolling off my bed I grab my phone off the nightstand and open up my texts.

Anyone up for a walk in Central Park?

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