Page 150 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Our arms loaded with goodies, we make our way to the front door.
Thankfully, someone sees us coming, and the door opens before I have to figure out how to ring the bell with no hands.
“Little Rivers,” Killer announces, ignoring me and turning his attention straight to Sutton. “Ah, and you brought Big D with you, too.”
Sutton sighs. “Someone had to drive me. I can’t reach the pedals yet.”
Killer barks out a laugh as he gestures for Sutton to enter.
“Can I help you with your bags?” he asks her, like the gentleman he most certainly is not.
She happily lets him take the weight before instructing both of us where to put everything. It doesn’t matter that she’s only been here once before; she owns the place. Everyone else who’s already here watches the scene play out with amused smirks on their faces.
“Little Rivers, bossing it as ever,” Linc says, coming over to bump knuckles with her.
I watch happily as everyone else greets her.
“Good to see you,” Coach says, dropping to his haunches. “There are some kids already playing field hockey in the backyard if you want to—” Laughter rips through the air as she races toward the open doors and disappears from our sight before he can finish his sentence.
“I think we know who’s going to captain that team,” Reese, Fletch’s wife, correctly guesses, earning another round of laughter. “Your daughter is a firecracker, Kodie. I love her.”
“She’s sure something.”
“All the drinks are outside; the grill is already fired up and...” Coach’s words trail off as someone else walks into the kitchen, and my eyes lock on hers.
Holy shit, she’s beautiful.
The voices and laughter surrounding me vanish.
Her green eyes darken as she moves closer, and my blood begins to heat, my cock forgetting about whatever hand action it had this morning.
There’s movement behind her, but I don’t pay whoever it is any mind as my eyes drop down Casey’s body, finding her wearing a wide armed Vipers tank and a tiny pair of denim shorts.
She’s totally wearing a bikini under that…
“Daddy. Daddy.”
Someone tugging on my hand brings me back to myself, and when I look down, I find Sutton looking between me and Casey with a small frown on her brow.
“H-hey, Peanut, what’s up?”
“We’re going in the pool. Is that okay?” She stares up at me with her large, brown eyes, and I have a very firm word to myself to keep my reactions to Casey in check.
It’s not just Sutton watching. It’s the entire fucking team.
It’s Coach.
“Of course. I’ll be right out, okay?”
She nods happily before racing away, pulling her t-shirt off as she goes, revealing her swimsuit beneath.
“You made a really fucking cute kid, Rivers,” Parker announces as she steps up to the island beside a woman I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.
“Thanks,” I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck as I watch Sutton disappear around the corner. “I should probably—” I thumb over my shoulder and turn around.
Thankfully, everyone else is also moving outside, and I pray that no one noticed my lapse in judgment.
“Casey, do you need any help with anything?” a familiar voice says.
