Page 102 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
If only it were that easy.
With a glance around the table, I thankfully discover that everyone is lost in their own conversations. I finish my second and final beer of the night before excusing myself to the bathroom.
I force myself not to rush, but I regret that the second a fan steps up to the sinks beside me and tells me how awesome I was tonight.
Now, don’t get me wrong, praise from a fan is great. I always love a good ego boost, especially on a night like this where we have everything to celebrate. But right now, the only place I want to be is out there, making sure Casey isn’t going to spend the rest of the night celebrating with a player who isn’t me.
She’s not like that, a little voice says. But as much as I want to believe that, I don’t actually know Casey.
Finally, he allows me to escape the bathroom after signing the back of a receipt for his kid. The second I emerge, my eyes scan the bar for them.
I breathe a huge sigh when I find Linc still standing at their table. Although, I’m not thrilled by the wide smile playing on his lips as he gazes down at Casey.
Red-hot jealousy shoots through my veins.
It shouldn’t be there.
She isn’t mine.
But I can’t help it.
I’m not done with her.
I’m almost at the table when the three of them notice my approach. The fact that Casey isn’t as aware of my presence as I am of hers pisses me off.
But what else can I expect?
She probably hasn’t given a second thought to our night together.
She got what she wanted.
“Oh, hey,” Linc says when he finally turns to me. “You know Casey and Parker, right?”
I glare at him. Even if I hadn’t spent the night with Casey, I’d still know who she fucking is.
And Parker Donnelly—everyone on the team knows her too, thanks to her big brother.
“Yeah,” I mutter.
I look at Parker first. She smiles up at me with interest sparking in her golden eyes.
Steeling myself, I turn my attention to Casey. The second my eyes connect with hers, desire shoots through me, ending right in my balls.
“Ladies,” I greet, my voice unusually deep and raspy. “I hope Storm has offered to buy you both a drink.”
Linc scoffs, but Parker is the first to respond. “Pfft. Storm wouldn’t know how to be a gentleman if it bit him in the ass.”
Linc rears back, offended. “I know exactly how to treat a woman, thank you very much.”
“Pulling hair and slapping ass might be fun, but we’re more than just sex dolls, you know.”
I snort in amusement as Linc's chin drops.
Clapping him on the shoulder, I say, “She’s got a point there, man.”
“The fuck do you know?” he mutters as I gesture for the server to get the girls two more drinks.
My eyes collide with Casey’s again, the air between us crackling. I pray that it’s only us that can feel it. If they notice, we’re fucked, and I’m not ready for Coach to kill me just yet.
