Page 337 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Oh my god.
I take off running before pulling the passenger door open and climbing up.
“What the hell is this?” I ask, my eyes raking over him as hesits with a backward cap hiding his curly hair, which I suspect is still damp from his post-game shower. Aviators cover his eyes, he’s sporting a few days’ worth of stubble, and he’s still in his game-day suit. The image as a whole is delicious.
“Our date night transport. What does it look like?” he says, his voice deep and gravelly as he finally uncurls his fingers from the wheel, instead wrapping them around the back of my neck and dragging me over the massive center console.
“Missed you,” he confesses before kissing me the way I’ve been dreaming of since walking away from him yesterday afternoon.
“Kodie,” I moan, gripping his tie as I lose myself in his kiss.
A horn from a car behind us finally forces us apart.
“Get moving before someone looks too hard,” I say breathlessly, sitting back in my seat.
“Fucking hell,” Kodie groans, tugging at his tight slacks.
“Problem?” I ask innocently as he pulls away, his grip so tight on the wheel that his knuckles are white.
“Tease me and you’ll end up bent over with it in your mouth, Trouble.”
“Do you hear me complaining?”
He gives me a double take.
“Fuck. You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I smile at him.
"Christ.”
“Good game tonight,” I say, changing the subject before I do end up ass up, sucking him off as he drives.
As wet as my panties are from just thinking about it, we can’t risk it.
Would be a hell of a way to announce our relationship, though…
“Yeah, everything lined up for us tonight,” he says, playing off their solid win like it’s nothing.
“Sutton was hyper when I saw her after.”
I can’t help but laugh. “She was hyper the whole time. She reminds me so much of me. I remember leaving Dad’s games with a sore throat and no voice.”
“You were his number one fan, huh?”
“Just like Sutton is yours.”
He smirks as he briefly glances over.
“I thought you were fighting it out for the position?”
“She’s your number one. I’m your longest and most obsessed.”
“You’re both number one to me. Sutton because she doesn’t have a choice, and you because I want you to be.”
I smile, my heart fluttering in my chest. I love it so much when he says these things. He makes me feel so treasured and important.
I’ve always been loved. Mom and Dad always did a fantastic job on ensuring I was. Dad especially, as he was forced to take on the role of both parents. But that kind of affirmation hits different when it’s from someone who has chosen you.
