Page 200 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Casey might be a good influence on me in some ways. But in others, she’s distracting. If my head weren’t so far in the gutter during tonight’s game, maybe we wouldn’t have lost so badly. Maybe if I were focused on the job at hand and not the photo I thought I was going to receive this evening, we could have secured a win.
“Is she hot?” he asks, changing tack.
I scoff.
“What? I don’t even know what your type is. We were wondering at one point if you were gay.”
My brows lift. “I’ve got a daughter,” I counter.
“Crazier things have happened,” he mutters.
“I’m not gay.”
“From what I heard just now, I can confirm.”
“You were listening?” I balk, my previous panic returning.
“I wasn’t against the door with a glass to my ear or anything. But you weren’t exactly quiet, bro. Although, I get it. She had a sexy fucking voice.”
Dread sits heavy in the pit of my stomach.
It didn’t even occur to me that he might recognize her voice.
I’m going to fuck this up for us. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll be the one.
Just look at what’s already happened. I unknowingly walked into her childhood bedroom and fucked her on her desk with herfather and the rest of the team downstairs. And I’ve let her get me off on a video call with Linc right on the other side of the door.
“Turned me on a little, if I’m honest.”
“Seriously,” I mutter.
“What? I’m just a mere, red-blooded male.”
“You’re a pig.”
“And someone is getting all jealous and possessive over their mystery girl. If you won’t tell me who she is, how am I going to—” I cringe as the cogs fall into place. “I know her, don’t I?” he says on a gasp.
“Lincoln,” I warn.
“Don’t youLincolnme,” he shoots straight back.
“I need you to stop.”
He turns to look at me with a raised brow.
“You could just tell me.”
My hard glare is clearly enough of an answer.
“Rivers, you’re my man. Whoever it is, your secret is safe me with. Bros before hoes, right? Shit, unless it’s Reese,” he says in a panic, referring to Fletch’s wife. “Or Cour?—”
“I’m not with anyone’s wife, Linc. She’s single.”
“Well, she’s not, is she? She’s yours.”
Our penultimate game of this road stretch ends with a win in overtime.
My mind is spinning as I follow the guys back to the visitors’ dressing room, ready to change and head back to the hotel.
