Page 189 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
I also trust that she’s going to torture me by making me wait for it.
My girl knows exactly what she’s doing.
It’s another long ten minutes before I finally get what I’ve been craving.
“Holy fuck,” I groan, my eyes wide, my grip on my cell tight enough to crack the screen.
Heat sears through my veins as I stare at her.
The small green panties are back, and so is my jersey—but this time, she’s lying back on her bed with the fabric pulled up to show off the curve of her waist and more than a generous amount of underboob.
My mouth waters, and every muscle in my body tightens as this morning’s fantasy of crawling up the bed between her legs and eating her until she screams comes back to me.
Goddamn, she’s so sexy.
Beautiful. Caring. Smart.
Fuck. She’s everything I didn’t know I wanted or needed in my life.
Kodie: I am so fucking hard for you right now.
Trouble: You killed it tonight. Congrats, Big D
Kodie: Fuck, I wish you were here.
Trouble: Five more games, and maybe we’ll get to celebrate in person.
A groan rumbles up my throat at the thought of being able to touch her, taste her, push balls deep inside her, and make her mine.
Kodie: I can’t wait. You might need to book the day off work…
Casey: Oh, big promises.
Kodie: You know I’m good for it, baby.
45
CASEY
The hours after a Vipers’ road game have become my favorite part of the day.
I’ve always loved watching the guys play, but since this thing with Kodie started, it’s hit a whole new level.
My infatuation with him was always borderline obsessive. But now…fuck. He’s completely ruined me.
He’s not even in the same state and yet he consumes every single one of my thoughts.
If I’m not planning my next celebratory dirty picture, then I’m obsessing over the previous one.
I still think the first one is my favorite. My ass looked particularly good in that shot.
So far, they’ve won all four of their games. They’re having a killer start to the season, and I’m buzzing for them. But realistically, their winning streak has to come to an end eventually, and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
I’m loving sending him filthy images more than I should be.
Although, I can’t lie…I have a very good idea about what’s going to happen when they lose.
I fight to hold back my smirk.
