Page 140 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
We could be in for a fun night…
Casey Watson: I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, Rivers. But I’m not the kind of girl who sends booty shots to players.
Kodie Watson: Thank fuck for that. I’d have to kill any of them who’ve seen beneath your jersey.
My heart thumps at his possessiveness. And of course, I can’t help but make it worse.
Casey Watson: Of course, they’ve all seen me in a bikini. You are coming to the BBQ tomorrow, right?
Kodie Rivers: I’ll be there.
Casey Watson: Better bring your boxing gloves. My bikini is all ready to go. I’m going to need someone to rub sunscreen on my body. Do you think Monroe is up for the job?
I can practically hear his warning growl in my ear. It sends a chill down my spine, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin.
Kodie Rivers: Monroe? You want Monroe touching you? The kid will probably jizz in his pants the second he gets close. He’s already gunning for you after you wore his jersey the other day.
Kodie Rivers: That was a mistake, by the way.
Casey Watson: Some might say mistake, others might say excellent plan. It sure got the attention of the player I want.
Kodie Rivers: And one you don’t…
Casey Watson: Says who? How do you know I’m not building my perfect hockey harem?
Kodie Rivers: Casey…
The shudder that rips through my body is ridiculous, considering he’s nowhere near me.
“Get a grip,” I hiss at myself.
I’m such a fucking whore for this guy.
Not that I can really blame myself. He’s a certified hockey god.
And his moves off the ice…just as good as I always hoped they be.
Biting my bottom lip, I tap out my reply.
Casey Watson: Yes, Daddy?
Heat surges through me as I picture his eyes darkening before tracking down my body, giving away exactly what he wants.
Me to submit.
He may not have had the chance to fully unleash his kinks yet, but I’ve seen hints of what he likes. And hell if I don’t want the chance to experience it all.
I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to quell the pulsating that is only getting stronger and stronger.
Kodie Rivers: Will you be a good girl for me?
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, my hips rolling as if he’s in the room with me and I’m desperately trying to tempt him over. Not that I think he’d need it.
I could see everything he wanted in his eyes earlier.
It crackles like a livewire between us.
Casey Watson: Will you punish me if I’m not…
