Page 185 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
Trouble: As much as I want to lie to you and say yes, I was actually in a bar with Parker and a load of Vipers fans.
Kodie: You were wearing pants, right?
A wave of possessiveness rocks through me. I swear, I’d kill any other motherfucker who got to see her like this.
Trouble: Yep, and a bra.
Kodie: Christ. You’re killing me here.
Trouble: Are you alone in your room?
Kodie: Yeah, left the bar the second I got your message. Been waiting for an excuse to leave so I could speak to you.
Fuck, was that too honest?
Trouble: Really?
My heart races. I sincerely hope that’s a good really.
Kodie: Of course. Celebrating with the guys is fun and all, but I’d rather be celebrating with you.
Trouble: Wish I could be there to celebrate with you in person.
Kodie: What would you do if you were here right now?
I bite down on my bottom lip, allowing my dirty imagination to run away with itself as I wait for her to type her response.
Those little dots bounce for the longest time, and by the time it comes through, I’ve got my boxers around my hips and my dick in my hand.
Trouble: I’d be crawling between your legs, tugging your boxers down, and dragging my tongue up the length of your cock.
“Christ,” I groan, stroking myself a little faster.
Trouble: Then I’d suck you to the back of my throat, and I wouldn’t stop until you’ve come in my mouth.
Kodie: Definitely a better way to celebrate than with the guys.
Kodie: What next?
Trouble: Well, you might be the one celebrating, but I’m getting mine too, so I’d continue crawling up your body until I’m sitting on your face.
Kodie: Fuck yes, baby.
Safe to say, that by the time Linc lets himself in, and somewhat noisily gets himself ready for bed, I’m almost satisfied. Doesn’t mean I’m not lying in bed with another raging hard-on as I think about everything she sent me tonight, though.
My Troublemaker is a dirty, dirty girl, and I fucking love it.
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With my cell in my hand, I stalk toward the door that leads to the small balcony attached to our room.
Linc is still passed out, flat on his back and snoring like a fucking freight train.
I’m not sure what time he appeared last night, but I was still awake, thinking of my girl back in LA, curling up in bed still wearing my jersey. Or at least, that’s what she told me she was going to do.
She’d come all over herself and then went to sleep wearing my name and number.
