Page 294 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Hey,” I say awkwardly, aware that I’m sitting here with the front of my robe gaping open while he’s fully dressed and clearly not expecting to have company. “Is everything?—”
“Little witch,” he hisses, although there’s a smile playing on his lips.
“What?”
“We’ve been set up,” he says with a laugh before holding up a hotel keycard. “She told me this was for the room she’d booked for me and her.”
A smile spreads across my mouth, hope and warmth flooding through my body.
“Ah.” I knew I liked Kathleen.“How is Sutton?” I ask.
Reaching up to rub the back of his neck, he scans the room.
“Yeah, she’s good. Mom refused to let me spend the night in the chair by her bed because of the game tomorrow and sent me here. She’s going to stay with her.”
“Good. That’s good,” I say, closing the lid on my laptop and pushing it across the only bed in the room.
“I can go and get another room,” Kodie offers, although it’s weak at best.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, shuffling to the edge and swinging my legs over.
“Uh.” He combs his fingers through his wild curls, his eyes holding mine firm. “We should talk.”
“Yeah,” I agree, pushing to my feet and stepping closer to him.
He’s not wrong; we really do need to talk.
But right now, he’s standing before me looking lost and confused, and I’d rather show him what I want—what I need— instead.
Pressing my hands against his chest, I slide them up.
His breath catches as his eyes shutter at my touch.
“I missed you,” I confess. “I’m sorry for not telling you about coaching Sutton. I?—”
“I missed you too.”
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KODIE
My hand wraps around the back of her neck, and my lips crash down on hers.
My patience is gone.
Mom has spent the last few hours trying to convince me to take the keycard and get a good night's sleep.
I’ve got a game tomorrow, and the last thing I need is a night attempting to sleep in a chair.
I’d do it, though. For Sutton, I’d do anything.
But Mom insisted that she’d be the one to stay and all but shoved me out of the room once I’d run out of excuses.
I know Mom can be sneaky when she wants to be, but this is something else.
Casey whimpers as my tongue pushes inside her lips.
Desire fills every inch of me, my cock already hard and aching for her as her sweet scent floods my nose.
