Page 35 of Wilder Puck
“Those drills were intense,” Colton agrees. He looks at me. “He's your dad, Ry. Talk to him.”
I snort. “Yeah, no thanks. You think this is bad? Imagine that at 10 years old. I’m not saying shit to him. He’ll ease up soon.”
Chase squeezes my shoulder in sympathy as we file out of the locker room. “And that's why you're the China Wall, my man,” he says. “Unbreakable.”
I force a smile, but internally, I'm not so sure. Maybe on the ice, but when it comes to Addison, I'm one wrong move awayfrom shattering completely. My career might be ruined if she crushes my heart like the guys are claiming.
We part ways in the parking lot with promises to grab beers later in the week. I climb into my truck, tossing my bag in the back. As I pull out onto the street, my mind drifts to that night with Addie.
Christ, she felt good. Better than good. The slide of her soft skin against mine, the little breathy moans she made when I hit just the right spot, the way she'd clutched me tight and breathed my name like a plea when she fell apart beneath me. I'd imagine that sometimes over the years—what it would be like to touch her, taste her, to have her look at me with that look—but the reality was so much sweeter.
And now that I've had her, I'm not sure I can go back to the way things were before. To being just friends. The guys are right; this has the potential to ruin me if it goes south. But God help me, I'm powerless to resist her.
I want her again. The craving is a physical ache in my chest. Before I can second-guess myself, I'm pulling out my phone and shooting her a quick text.
Ryan: What are you up to tonight?
Baddie: No plans
Ryan: Well, I was thinking we could get more practice. I need more advice.
Baddie: More advice? You have a hot date soon?
Ryan: No. Meet me at my place at 8 pm. Don't be late.
Baddie: So bossy
Ryan: Is that unsolicited advice?
Baddie: I’ll be late if I want to
I nearly rear-end the car in front of me, I'm smiling so hard at my phone. Yeah, okay, so maybe the guys have a point. This thing with Addie has the potential to be catastrophic. Butif I get to have her, even just for a little while, even if it's only physical?
It’s totally worth it.
I’m watching the minutes pass, so I get up and do chores to take my mind off the time. I do a load of laundry, wash a few dishes, clean the toilet, and hang outside on the patio in a hoodie. It’s thirty past 8 P.M.
Baddie: Told you I would be late
Ryan: New job?
Baddie: Yeah. I’m almost done here. I need to go home first
Ryan: (Draft) You can head straight here if you want
I delete that message.
Ryan: (Draft) Don’t take too long
I delete that message too.
Ryan: Drive safe
I close my phone and rub my hard dick. Shit, I have bad. It’s just a text about Ads getting off of work, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited. I thought the cold air would suffice this blood flow.
Over an hour later, she’s walking through my front door. I lift my hand in the air and wave.
“Am I too late?” she asks walking over.
