Page 367 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“Me too,” I agree, ducking down and stealing the kiss I’ve been desperate for since the moment I walked away from her earlier.
Having her so close while I was playing was incredible but the biggest tease I’ve ever experienced. Every time we made a shift change, all I wanted to do was pull her into my arms and kiss the life out of her.
Each stroke of her tongue sates a little bit of the need that’s been burning through me for the last few hours.
Her fingers twist in my shirt at my sides, clinging to me as if she’s afraid I’ll walk away.
Never.
I am never walking away from this woman.
You couldn’t pay me enough.
Eventually, I pull back, my lungs screaming for air.
“This is so unfair,” Marilyn grunts behind me as I rest my brow against Casey’s and stare into her eyes. They’re dark and full of hunger. The sight does little to stop the semi I’m rocking from going full mast.
“What was that, Rookie?” I tease, ripping myself away from Casey to glance over my shoulder at him.
“She was meant to be off-limits. And anyone who touches her will be traded.”
“Yeah, too fucking right. Casey is mine, and any motherfucker who tries anything will be traded.”
Marilyn shakes his head, his hair flops around his ears, making him look like the little puppy dog he is.
“I need a girl.”
“Dude, we’re surrounded by bunnies. Go find one.”
“I don’t want one of them. I want a real woman.”
Casey giggles beside me before shouting, “Parker, get over here.”
“Oh, shit. Is Donnelly fair game now?” he asks with wide, almost terrified-looking eyes.
“You two are disgustingly cute,” Parker says, trying and failing to look appalled as we cling to each other. “What’s up?”
“You know, Marilyn, right?” Casey asks.
“The rookie, yeah. Why?”
She looks at him with a blank, uninterested expression while Marilyn's eyes do a full-body sweep.
“Uh…oh no. I don’t think so, buddy,” she says, backing up.
“Aw, Parker, he just wants to know what it’s like being with a real woman,” I tease, earning myself a glare from Marilyn.
Dragging some confidence from somewhere, Marilyn suddenly stands.
“Dance with me, Donnelly?”
Parker’s mouth opens and closes a few times, her eyes looking between the puppy before her and the dance floor on the other side of the bar.
“Fine, but only because I want to dance. If your dick so much as grazes me, we are done. That is not on the table.”
Gripping his hand, she drags him away.
Casey and I both laugh when he looks over his shoulder, showing us his wide smile.
