Page 33 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

CASEY

M y laughter rings through my silent apartment as I picture his response to my message.

It’s not true, obviously.

But I kinda want it to be.

I can see myself lying on my couch in only a pair of green and white panties with the number fifty-five stamped on my ass, sending him pictures to open when he gets off the ice.

Only if they win, of course.

I giggle again.

Clearly, the vodka Parker and I consumed tonight is having an effect.

I want to say the alcohol is the reason I replied tonight. But it’s not.

The truth is that I’ve been typing and deleting replies to his apology for days. And it only got worse after our interaction outside Dad’s office.

My obsession with this man is growing to the point I can no longer control it.

At least toward the end of last week I could somewhat distract myself with prepping for my interview. But now, while I’m dealing with the anxiety of waiting for the outcome, thoughts of him are slipping back in again.

I laugh at myself. As if they ever really left.

He’s been a constant in my thoughts and fantasies for years now. I don’t expect him to go anywhere anytime soon.

My cell pings, and I lift it from the counter, my blood already at a boiling point from just the couple of messages we’ve exchanged.

Was I disappointed when he walked out of the suite earlier with his little girl’s hand in his? Hell yes. But I also understood it.

As a kid, I loved it when Dad came home with me after a game. He gave so much of himself to his team, to hockey as a whole, that getting him to myself was huge. I used to embrace every second I could have him just being my dad, and I have no doubt Kodie’s daughter feels the same.

She’s so freaking cute. I saw her with her grandmother, wearing her small Kodie Rivers jersey. And the way her entire face lit up when Kodie stepped into the room...I swear, my heart and ovaries exploded right there.

Kodie Rivers: I’m going to need to see photographic evidence of that, Troublemaker.

“Of course you are.”

Placing my cell back down, I stare at myself in the mirror as I braid my hair, ready for bed. My eyes are glittering with excitement, and my cheeks are flushed. I don’t need to look down to know my nipples are hard and pressing against the soft fabric of my tank.

Happy with the outcome, I tie it off with a scrunchie, snatch my cell from the side, and turn the light off as I slightly sway toward my bed.

I’ve got a nice buzz on, and I’m nowhere near ready to crash yet.

We could be in for a fun night…

Casey Watson: I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, Rivers. But I’m not the kind of girl who sends booty shots to players.

Kodie Watson: Thank fuck for that. I’d have to kill any of them who’ve seen beneath your jersey.

My heart thumps at his possessiveness. And of course, I can’t help but make it worse.

Casey Watson: Of course, they’ve all seen me in a bikini. You are coming to the BBQ tomorrow, right?

Kodie Rivers: I’ll be there.

Casey Watson: Better bring your boxing gloves. My bikini is all ready to go. I’m going to need someone to rub sunscreen on my body. Do you think Monroe is up for the job?

I can practically hear his warning growl in my ear. It sends a chill down my spine, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin.

Kodie Rivers: Monroe? You want Monroe touching you? The kid will probably jizz in his pants the second he gets close. He’s already gunning for you after you wore his jersey the other day.

Kodie Rivers: That was a mistake, by the way.

Casey Watson: Some might say mistake, others might say excellent plan. It sure got the attention of the player I want.

Kodie Rivers: And one you don’t…

Casey Watson: Says who? How do you know I’m not building my perfect hockey harem?

Kodie Rivers: Casey…

The shudder that rips through my body is ridiculous, considering he’s nowhere near me.

“Get a grip,” I hiss at myself.

I’m such a fucking whore for this guy.

Not that I can really blame myself. He’s a certified hockey god.

And his moves off the ice…just as good as I always hoped they be.

Biting my bottom lip, I tap out my reply.

Casey Watson: Yes, Daddy?

Heat surges through me as I picture his eyes darkening before tracking down my body, giving away exactly what he wants.

Me to submit.

He may not have had the chance to fully unleash his kinks yet, but I’ve seen hints of what he likes. And hell if I don’t want the chance to experience it all.

I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to quell the pulsating that is only getting stronger and stronger.

Kodie Rivers: Will you be a good girl for me?

“Holy fuck,” I gasp, my hips rolling as if he’s in the room with me and I’m desperately trying to tempt him over. Not that I think he’d need it.

I could see everything he wanted in his eyes earlier.

It crackles like a livewire between us.

Casey Watson: Will you punish me if I’m not…

Kodie Rivers: You have no idea, Troublemaker.

Kodie Rivers: Where are you?

Casey Watson: At home. In bed.

My stomach tumbles and everything south of my waist clenches.

Kodie Rivers: Wearing?

I suck in a deep breath as I debate whether to lie or not.

Casey Watson: Tank and panties.

Kodie Rivers: With my number on?

I giggle as happiness washes through me.

I always suspected Kodie was my perfect man. I just never could have imagined he’d be this perfect.

Casey Watson: Maybe…

Casey Watson: What about you? Where are you and what are you wearing?

He doesn’t reply as quickly this time, leaving me on edge.

He’d better not be about to tell me that he put his daughter to bed and then went out with the guys.

Kodie Rivers: In bed.

Kodie Rivers: Naked.

“Yesss.”

Kodie Rivers: And hard as a fucking rock.

All the air comes rushing out of my lungs.

This man.

This fucking man.

Kodie Rivers: What about you?

Casey Watson: What about me?

A coy smile pulls at my lips as I wait for his response.

Kodie Rivers: Spread your thighs, baby.

Unable to do anything but what I’m told, my knees fall to the mattress.

Kodie Rivers: Good girl. Now push your hand inside your panties and tell me how wet you are for me.

Jesus.

I’ve dabbled with a little phone sex in the past, but it has never been anything like this.

I swear to God, I’m about to combust from just reading his words.

“Oh my god,” I gasp as I do what I’m told and brush my fingers against my swollen clit. “Why aren’t you here?” I complain as I circle it a couple of times before pushing lower.

A filthy groan spills from my lips as my fingers slip easily inside my body.

I’m embarrassingly wet, considering I’m alone.

Kodie Rivers: Casey?

“Oh god,” I moan.

Casey Watson: So wet for you…

Kodie Rivers: Fuck, I wish I could see you.

My eyes lift to the video call option…

No, Casey. Don’t do it.

If you see him…

I shake my head.

If I see him, I’ll want more.

I’m already taking more than I should.

Casey Watson: Have you got your hand wrapped around your cock?

Kodie Rivers: Yes. Fuck, yes. Trying to imagine it’s you.

Casey Watson: Same. But I don’t touch myself like you do. I can’t make myself come like you can.

Kodie Rivers: Fuck, you’re killing me here.

Casey Watson: What would you be doing if you were here?

Kodie Rivers: I’d have my face buried in your pussy. I’d have your juices all over my mouth.

His words have my release surging forward faster than I can control.

My fingers move quickly as warmth begins to bloom from my core.

“Oh god.”

Kodie Rivers: And I’d have two fingers inside you. I’d curl them, finding that spot that makes you cry out my name.

I picture him fisting his cock as he types these words, his muscles taut and his skin glistening with exertion.

Fuck, he’s unbelievably hot.

Kodie Rivers: You’re going to come all over my face and fingers before I stretch your pussy open with my dick.

“Oh god. Oh god.”

Kodie Rivers: Then I’m going to take you bare, fill you up before sitting back and watching as I leak out of you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Kodie motherfucking Rivers,” I cry out, my body convulsing as pleasure consumes every inch of me. “Oh my god. Fuck.”

My chest heaves as aftershocks keep firing off, extending my pleasure.

I don’t know how long it takes me to come back down from my high, but when I do, I discover that I’ve dropped my cell.

“Shit,” I hiss, sliding my hand around the sheets to find it.

The second it hits my finger, I pull it free and wake it up.

Kodie Rivers: Fucking addicted to your pussy, Troublemaker.

Kodie Rivers: So hot. So tight. So fucking perfect.

Kodie Rivers: Are you being a good girl for me?

Kodie Rivers: The thought of you lying there, playing with yourself as you think of me is so fucking hot.

Casey Watson: I’ve been doing it for years.

My confession ensures my heart continues racing.

I should probably keep my obsession with him to myself. It’ll do nothing but make me look like a creepy stalker.

He doesn’t need to know about my collection of posters I have of him, how I used to hide them everywhere I could so Dad wouldn’t find them.

Kodie doesn’t reply, and I can only imagine why.

Nerves take hold. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

It’s weird, right? Bringing up a teenage crush during sexy talk with the man who you’ve been crushing on for years?

But then I think about another reason why he might not be replying.

Did he drop his cell too…

The thought of him coming all over himself while talking dirty to me is almost enough for me to go for round two. If it weren’t for my need to keep messaging him, I might.

There’s always later…

The memory of this exchange is going to come in useful for a very, very long time.

Kodie Rivers: I’m gonna need to change my sheets.

The smile that curls at my lips is ridiculous.

Casey Watson: Just imagine if I were there too…

Kodie Rivers: In my dreams…

Casey Watson: Don’t worry, I can guarantee you’ll be in mine tonight.

When no more messages follow, I begin to think that’s it. That he’s used me to get off and then dropped me.

With a dejected sigh, I head toward the bathroom to clean up.

The high from my orgasm has sadly faded. But it’s my fault.

I keep allowing myself to get involved with him, knowing it can’t be anything.

But it’s so good in the moment.

If only I were someone different.

I’m all up in my head when I straighten my messy sheets and crawl back into bed. Tonight has been full of all kinds of highs, but it’s ended on that low.

But then…

My cell pings, and I scramble to get it.

The second I see his name, a huge rush of relief spills from me.

Kodie Rivers: Are you going to be able to look at me with a straight face tomorrow?

I smirk.

God, I can’t wait.

Casey Watson: I have a good game face. What about you?

Kodie Rivers: I don’t plan on being traded any time soon. My warning about the bikini still stands, though…

Casey Watson: You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can control yourself.

Kodie Rivers: Glad you noticed…

Casey Watson: Impossible not to.

Kodie Rivers: Tomorrow is going to be the best kind of torture.

Casey Watson: I can’t wait. See you tomorrow, Big D