Page 80 of Breaking the Pucking Rules
I wore this one tonight as a test. It was stupid.
I have a full roster of the Vipers jerseys, and I rotate them.
Of course, since Kodie signed, I’ve secretly favored his.
I’ve never really thought much of whose I’m wearing. Or at least, I didn’t until the first exhibition game on Monday when I made a point of selecting Kodie’s. I wanted to see his reaction to me wearing his jersey after discovering that I was his mystery woman.
Just like I wanted to see if he would react to me wearing Linc’s tonight.
Maybe he was right earlier when he accused me of game-playing. Maybe that is exactly what I’m doing.
I strip the rest of my clothes off and pull out a t-shirt to sleep in before making my way to the bathroom to take my makeup off.
The second I look at myself in the mirror, I let out an exhausted sigh.
We shouldn’t have gone to The Fractured Compass tonight. We should have gone to one of our usual places away from the team.
It was a risk. One that didn’t pay off.
Or maybe it did, if you consider getting close to Kodie again winning.
He was going to kiss you.
Damn Parker for coming to find mewhen she did.
I brush my teeth and climb into bed, running those few minutes with Kodie over and over in my mind.
If Parker hadn’t come out, if we hadn’t been interrupted, where could tonight have gone?
Probably nowhere, a little voice pipes up.
But that voice doesn’t stop my imagination running on overdrive and I picture us stumbling into my apartment, his lips locked on mine, his hands on my body.
My hand slips down my stomach as I picture exactly what I’d want him to do to me. How he’d command me to do his bidding and I’d love every second of it.
It doesn’t take me long to find my release, and I fall asleep with filthy thoughts of Kodie still buzzing around my head.
20
CASEY
Buzzing drags me from a deep sleep.
“Stop it,” I mumble, not ready to wake up yet.
I don’t know what time it is. I refuse to open my eyes to check, but it’s definitely too early to be awake on a Saturday.
I just begin to drift back off to sleep when it starts up again.
“Ugh.”
I reach for it on my nightstand, but instead of grabbing it, I knock it off and it hits the floor with an obnoxious thud.
“For fuck’s sake,” I complain before forcing my eyes open to search for it.
It continues buzzing across the floor, Dad’s name lighting up the screen.
A memory from last night hits me.
