Page 368 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
“He’s going to be disappointed. She never hooks up with hockey players.”
“Why?” I ask, more than aware of Parker's aversion, even though most of the team would be more than willing to keep her company.
“One broke her heart,” Casey explains while watching her friend dance with our rookie.
“Come on. I want to dance with my girl,” I say, taking her hand and dragging her toward them. I find us a bit of space before pulling her into my body and dropping my lips to her ear. “And lucky for you, you can graze my dick all you like.”
With a smile, she reaches up on her toes, wraps her arms around my neck, and presses her lips to mine.
I groan as I wrap my arms around her back and pin the length of her body against mine.
This is how we celebrate a win.
“I love you, Casey. Thank you for being my longest and most obsessed fan.”
She giggles happily, her eyes alight with excitement.
“Always, Kodie. I love you, too.”
Our lips melt together again as our bodies sway to the music.
Eventually, she pulls back and looks up at me with dark eyes and swollen lips.
“Can I take you home yet?”
She smirks. “Nope. We’re having fun with our friends. Reminding you just how good it can be to spend time surrounded by others.”
“I know,” I grunt. Although the truth is, I’ve only been remembering it since she came into my life. I’ve been doing a whole load of things I never used to think I wanted.
“Good. Now dance with me, boyfriend.”
Her smirk turns wicked before she spins in my arms and thrusts her ass into my crotch.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, watching as she dances.
My skin prickles with awareness, and when I glance around, I find almost everyone watching her—us—but none of my teammates are looking at her like they want her. Their expressions are mostly of awe and jealousy. I’ll fucking take that.
Forgetting about our audience, I focus on my girl.
Sweat runs down my spine, and my heart pounds steadily in my chest as song after song passes.
Casey laughs, her smile so infectious that mine hasn’t faltered once.
“This is fun,” she says, resting her head back against my shoulder as the tempo of the songs slows.
“Anything with you is fun, Trouble.”
She hums in agreement as Linc storms across the dance floor.
“What’s he—” My words are cut off when he steps up to Marilyn and drags him away from Parker without saying a word. “Well, okay then.”
I watch for a few seconds longer as Parker barks at Linc in irritation, but the brush of Casey’s soft lips on the underside of my jaw distracts me.
“Take me home, boyfriend,” she breathes. “I’m ready for our real post-win celebration.”
Taking her hand I turn my back on Linc and Parker before pulling her through the crowd and toward the door, ready to spend the rest of my life worshiping the woman who’s proudly wearing my number.
Who knew breaking the rules could be so much fun?
