Page 177 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Casey Watson: I’d rather you weren’t…
Kodie Rivers: Fucking hell, Trouble. What are you doing to me?
Casey Watson: Hopefully making you hard and desperate…
My groan ripples through the air.
Kodie Rivers: You have no idea.
Unable to ignore it any longer, I wrap my hand around myself, stroking slowly.
Casey Watson: It gets me so hot, knowing I’m turning you on.
Kodie Rivers: Touch yourself. Imagine it’s me.
Kodie Rivers: Tell me exactly what you’re doing.
Every time I come with Casey’s name on my lips, I crave the next time more than the last.
It’s turning into an addiction I’m not sure I’m going to be able to kick.
It doesn’t matter that she’s not physically with me; I’m fucking dying for her.
The last thing I want to do right now is leave town for two weeks.
Leaving Sutton is always hard. But now, it’s not just her I’m leaving.
Fucking hell. Me and Casey. We’re not even a thing.
It shouldn’t be bothering me that I’m putting hundreds of miles between us, but it is. I’m really un-fucking-happy about it.
Maybe it’s for the best.
Time apart might give us both the space to do the right thing.
Instead of seeing her, I’ll be spending every day with her dad—the perfect reminder to stay away.
But those thoughts are shattered to smithereens every time I see her name flash up on my phone.
Before I went to sleep last night, I made what might have been the monumental mistake of sending her my phone number. I don’t know why it feels like such a big deal. Maybe I’m a bit old-school, but having it feels huge—like we’ve taken another big step into a place we really shouldn’t be.
My cell dings as I say my final goodbye to Sutton at the school gates. I ignore it, focusing on my daughter and fighting my emotions. She’s struggling, too, but being the stubborn little girl she is, she fights it and tries to hide it from me.
I both love and hate that she does.
Seeing her fall apart is really fucking hard. But I really wish she didn’t feel like she had to be strong all the time. I hate that she’ll spend the next two weeks missing me, worrying about me.
She knows to take the media with a pinch of salt, but ifanything comes out about me, whether it be an injury or that I’m not starting for whatever reason, she’ll freak out.
I love that hockey is such a huge part of her life, but at times, it’s also a curse, because she knows it all. She also knows the risk I put myself in every time I step on the ice.
I don’t pull my cell free until she’s slipped into her classroom. Then, I welcome the distraction from the pain in my chest.
Trouble: Safe travels today. I hope Sutton is okay x
I blow out a long, slow breath as my eyes linger on that little kiss.
“Fuck.”
