Page 350 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
It was still dark when I arrived in the early hours of the morning. But now the sun is rising, casting a beautiful pink hue across the city I love.
“It’s beautiful out here,” I muse as I follow him to his car.
“Not as beautiful as you.” My heart flutters as he opens his passenger door for me, allowing me to climb in.
He leans in, pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and plants a lingering kiss on my lips.
“I hope you’ve still got some energy, Trouble,” he teases before jogging around to join me.
I was right. Kodie always makes everything better.
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KODIE
We stumble through my front door hand in hand, laughing like school kids.
Casey’s quiet laughter bounces off the walls around us, making me wish my home was always filled with the sound.
Maybe one day.
That thought hits me out of nowhere, but it isn’t even close to as terrifying as it should be.
Having Casey here in the home that Sutton and I have made for ourselves in LA feels so natural. So right.
I feel as light as a feather—which is saying a lot, considering how much I do actually weigh—as I run up the stairs with Casey right behind me.
My daughter's internal clock is faultless, and we’ve got exactly twenty-eight minutes until she gets out of bed and goes looking for breakfast.
Sure, she’s capable of getting herself a bowl of cereal, and considering I haven’t been home yet or in touch with Mom, she’s probably assuming I’m not back. The last thing I want is for her to walk into my house to look after my daughter as Casey’s cries of pleasure ring out.
“Shhh,” Casey shushes me as we get to the top of the stairs.
Biting on the inside of my lip, I move as quickly as I can to my bedroom.
The second I discerned Casey wasn’t in her apartment, I knew exactly where she’d be. She’s told me before about her visits to the rink. I wasn’t surprised to find my little troublemaker cutting up the ice with her very impressive skills. I know I gave her shit, but honestly, she was really fucking good. I’m pretty sure if she’d carried on playing, she would have gone pro.
It makes me wonder if Sutton will stick with it to achieve her childhood dream. It’s hard. Really fucking hard. But also, it’s so fucking worth it.
“Get naked,” I demand the second I close and lock my bedroom door.
“Kodie,” Casey shrieks as I spank her ass, urging her forward.
“Now, Casey. We have twenty-seven minutes.”
“Any they say romance is dead.”
“I hate to break it to you, but it is when there’s a child about to wake up down the hallway. Nothing glamorous about parenting.”
“Twenty-seven minutes it is,” she agrees as she pulls her hoodie off, revealing her fitted black sports bra that does magical things to her tits. “Hey, hands off. No time for that,” she chastises, tugging her leggings from her feet. “Twenty-six minutes now. You really should move.”
Her bra hits the floor a few seconds before her panties join them, and then naked and shameless, she waltzes into my bathroom.
“Shit,” I hiss, quickly shedding my clothes and following her.
“Twenty-four,” she warns. But despite the ticking clock, my steps falter and I freeze, staring at her standing in my huge shower with water sluicing down her body.
What a fucking vision.
