Page 321 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Great. I’ll pick you up at ten?”
“Sounds great. Enjoy your night,” I say before quickly darting around him toward the elevator that will take me to safety.
“Casey?” he says, forcing me to stop.
“Come here. I’ve missed you.”
He pulls me in for a hug, and I squeeze my eyes closed, praying he can’t smell sex and Kodie on me.
Something tells me that might be wishful thinking.
76
KODIE
“Fucking hell,” I groan the second Casey opens her front door.
I had a feeling she’d do something to knock me on my ass when I got here, and I thought I was prepared. But apparently, nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greets me.
And being the little minx that she is, she gives me a little spin, aware that I can’t reach out and drag her to me because my arms are full of bags.
“Approve, huh?” she asks as if it’s not obvious from my expression.
“How could I not? You’re wearing my fucking number.”
I should have predicted it, because I know just how much this woman loves to torture me.
Kicking the door closed behind me, I follow her toward the kitchen like an excited puppy. There’s a chance I have my tongue hanging out the side of my mouth and everything. I know for a fact I’m fucking panting.
Get a grip, Kodie.
It’s just Casey.
It isn’t just Casey, though, is it? It’ll never beJust Casey. She’s so much more than that. She’s everything. And right now, she looks like a walking wet dream.
She’s wearing my jersey with the side twisted up into a knot so it stops at the slimmest part of her waist. She’s got on those green fucking panties that drive me wild, and she’s wearing green and white athletic socks that are pulled up to her knees. Her hair is twisted up somehow on the top of her head with a few tendrils hanging around her face, and she isn’t wearing a stitch of makeup. I fucking love that she doesn’t feel the need to doll herself up for me.
It pissed me the fuck off when she compared herself to a bunny the other night.
She’s not a fucking bunny. Not even close. And the fact she’s not plastered in makeup right now is just more confirmation of that fact.
“What have we got there?” she asks, spinning around, her eyes locked on the bags in my hand. “I’m starving.”
I know I’ve made her wait, but as desperate as I was to see her, I needed to spend the night with my girl first.
This afternoon was fucking epic. Not only did I get to surprise Casey with a little visit, but the look on Sutton’s face when she came out of school and saw me standing there waiting instead of Mom? Fuck. It gets me every fucking time.
Okay, so Coach’s surprise appearance at the arena wasn’t a part of my master plan, but he hasn’t turned up to kick my ass yet, so I’m assuming we got away with it.
Ice ran through my veins as I pulled the dressing room door open and heard his voice. I didn’t so much as poke my head out to confirm that he was talking to Casey. I immediately closed it as silently as I possibly could and slipped out of the emergency exit unnoticed.
As fun as it might be, sneaking around like naughty school kids, we need a plan. A way to break our relationship to him that won’t lead to me being in the hospital or run out of town.
“Chinese. I didn’t know what dishes you like, so I got a bit of everything.”
Casey laughs as I place the huge bags on the counter.
“We’ve been messaging all evening. You could have asked.”
