Page 207 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
He’s not just the only man I’ve lusted after since I can remember; he’s so much more than anything I ever read about him online.
Yes, he’s an incredibly talented player, but he’s also the kindest man, a supportive father, a thoughtful lover, and I’m quickly discovering a loyal friend too.
He’s the whole package, and I want every single inch of him for as long as I can have him.
“Linc walked in on us the other night,” I blurt.
“What?” Parker gasps. “Oh my god. What did he say?”
“He doesn’t know it’s me. Or at least, Kodie hasn’t said he does.”
“Shit. You do know that the longer this goes on, the more chance you have of being caught?”
“Of course I know that. What’s the chance it’ll be over before anyone figures it out?” I ask hesitantly.
“Honestly?”
“Of course,” I say, although really, I’d probably be happier if she lied to me.
“Almost zero. The second Linc figures it out, he’ll chirp to anyone who’ll listen.”
“Linc isn’t that bad,” I argue.
“You don’t know him like I do.”
“If you say so,” I mutter before a member of staff appears to call me to my waxing session.
Man, I hope this is going to pay off.
49
KODIE
The hotel room door slams back against the wall a beat before my roommate saunters in with a smirk playing on his lips and mischief dancing in his eyes.
We’ve got less than an hour before we need to leave for the arena for tonight’s game. I don’t have the time or patience for his shit.
“What?” I grunt as I lie on my bed with my cell in hand.
I just got off a call with Sutton, and I’m tired of being away from her. I’m so ready to go home and be a dad again.
Just one more game. One more night. “I’ll give you one last chance,” he offers making my brows pinch.
“The fuck are you talking about?”
His smirk grows as he stands right at the end of my bed with his hands on his hips.
My pulse rate picks up as unwanted fears spin around my head.
“Casey Watson.”
The second her name rolls off his tongue, I swear my heart plummets so fast it actually leaves my body.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie, my voice a little too rushed and an octave higher than usual, giving me away in a heartbeat.
“Oh, is that right?” Linc teases. “So…you’re telling me she’s not the woman who took her father's place in the masquerade ball? She’s not the sexy masked brunette in the green dress you hooked up with that night? She’s also not the woman you’ve been video-calling since the moment we left LA? She isn’t the one you jerk off over every fucking?—”
“Stop,” I beg. “Please, just stop.”
