Page 153 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
All rippling muscle and inked-up skin.
Delicious. And I want a taste.
“No, please,” I cry as they carry me kicking and screaming toward the pool’s edge.
“Sorry, Watson,” they say in unison before throwing me toward the water.
Sucking in a breath, I squeeze my eyes closed and prepare to go under.
I hit the water with a hard slap and sink beneath the surface.
“You’re both jerks,” I cry when I come back up and wipe my hair from my face.
The pair of them are still standing on the edge, looking far too pleased with themselves.
Lucky for me, Dad has my back—and he and Freya’s dad both silently step up behind them and give them a hard shove.
Shock covers both of their faces before they tumble forward, right toward me.
I attempt to swim away, but I already know I’m not going to be fast enough.
This is going to hurt.
Everything happens so fast. One minute my arms and legs are thrashing as fast as I can manage to get away, and the next, I’m being hauled against a very large, very hot, and very hard body.
Oh god.
Kodie’s arm bands around my waist, keeping me out of the firing line as Killer and Handsy tumble into the pool, covering both of us in water.
“Holy shit,” I cry.
“Pretty sure I just saw your life flash before my eyes,” Kodie whispers in my ear. “And I didn’t like it because I barely featured.”
Oh, holy fuck.
All the air rushes from my lungs as the guys pop back up and begin goofing around with the others in the pool.
Shamelessly, I grind my ass back against him. It’s too tempting not to when I can feel the length of him pressing against me.
“There are kids in this pool, Rivers,” I shoot over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “You’re causing me a real big problem, Trouble.”
I can’t help but snigger.
“Do you want to play with us?” Sutton asks, having swam closer to us.
Her beautifully familiar dark eyes stare up at me, silently begging me to say yes.
Could I say no to this little girl even if I wanted to?
I’m powerless with her, just like I am with her father.
“Of course, I’d love to.”
Still trapped by Kodie’s strong arm, I reluctantly twist to get free. It takes a second for him to release me, but he does.
“We’re playing volleyball,” Sutton tells us as Fletch and Monroe set up my old net across the pool, dividing us into two teams.
