Page 143 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
I don’t know how long it takes me to come back down from my high, but when I do, I discover that I’ve dropped my cell.
“Shit,” I hiss, sliding my hand around the sheets to find it.
The second it hits my finger, I pull it free and wake it up.
Kodie Rivers: Fucking addicted to your pussy, Troublemaker.
Kodie Rivers: So hot. So tight. So fucking perfect.
Kodie Rivers: Are you being a good girl for me?
Kodie Rivers: The thought of you lying there, playing with yourself as you think of me is so fucking hot.
Casey Watson: I’ve been doing it for years.
My confession ensures my heart continues racing.
I should probably keep my obsession with him to myself. It’ll do nothing but make me look like a creepy stalker.
He doesn’t need to know about my collection of posters I have of him, how I used to hide them everywhere I could so Dad wouldn’t find them.
Kodie doesn’t reply, and I can only imagine why.
Nerves take hold. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
It’s weird, right? Bringing up a teenage crush during sexy talk with the man who you’ve been crushing on for years?
But then I think about another reason why he might not be replying.
Did he drop his cell too…
The thought of him coming all over himself while talking dirty to me is almost enough for me to go for round two. If it weren’t for my need to keep messaging him, I might.
There’s always later…
The memory of this exchange is going to come in useful for a very, very long time.
Kodie Rivers: I’m gonna need to change my sheets.
The smile that curls at my lips is ridiculous.
Casey Watson: Just imagine if I were there too…
Kodie Rivers: In my dreams…
Casey Watson: Don’t worry, I can guarantee you’ll be in mine tonight.
When no more messages follow, I begin to think that’s it. That he’s used me to get off and thendropped me.
With a dejected sigh, I head toward the bathroom to clean up.
The high from my orgasm has sadly faded. But it’s my fault.
I keep allowing myself to get involved with him, knowing it can’t be anything.
But it’s so good in the moment.
If only I were someone different.
