Page 37 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

KODIE

D raining my bottle of beer, I sit back and watch Sutton playing with some of my teammate’s kids with a wide smile on her face.

Like always, my stomach knots with self-doubt.

I do everything I can for Sutton. But I’ll forever be worried it’s not enough.

She hangs out with the other guys’ kids a couple of times a year at events like these.

She’s been invited by their moms to playdates and things, but it’s almost always when we’re on the road for games.

I already put way too much on Mom. She doesn’t need to be dealing with playdates on top of school, homework, hockey practice and games, and everything else that comes with a child.

But if her mother were here…

No. Not her mother.

We’re both better off without her in our lives.

The day she abandoned her duties as a parent and left me to raise my daughter was the best decision she ever made.

But someone.

Someone who could be a mother figure. Someone who would allow Mom to be the kind of grandmother she deserves to be.

I let out a heavy sigh as Sutton dives through the giant donut floatie before popping up on the other side.

I just wish I could give her everything. But as hard as I might try, it’s impossible.

“Peanut,” I call while her head is up.

Instantly, she twists around and smiles at me.

“Thirty minutes,” I say, making her happiness falter.

She wants to complain, but she doesn’t. It’s a school night, and she knows the rules.

“Okay, Daddy,” she says, her lips drawing into another smile. This one doesn’t reach her eyes, and I hate myself for it.

I look around Coach’s backyard, at my teammates and their families all enjoying themselves. They make it look so easy.

Life. Hockey. Families.

I know I’m not failing, but I can’t help but wonder if I’m running at eighty percent on everything.

With a sigh, I climb from the lounger and ask the moms who are sitting closest to me if they’re okay to keep an eye on Sutton while I’m gone before swiping my bag from the floor and heading inside to change.

As much as I might want to spend the night here watching Casey in her sexy bikini, I need to leave.

I need to put some space between us. We’ve already crossed enough boundaries today.

Anyone could have seen us fooling around in the pool.

It was dangerous and risky.

I should have been more self-aware. But in the moment, all I could think about was her.

Touching her. Tasting her. Burying myself inside her and never letting her go.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself as I slip into Coach’s house.

Noise floats down from the kitchen, and as I turn the corner, I spot a flash of blonde hair before the red head walks around the island with a smile on her face.

Despite my body begging me to join them, I force myself to move in the opposite direction.

“Whoa,” I cry, grabbing onto Parker’s upper arms to stop her from stumbling backward. “Are you okay? ”

She gazes up at me with glassy eyes. Whatever she’s been drinking, it was strong.

“Yeah, Rivers. I’m good. Are you?” Her eyes twinkle. It’s all I need to know that she’s aware of what was happening with Casey earlier.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

She continues to look up at me for a few seconds before her eyes drop to my bag, and then she glances back over her shoulder in the direction I was heading.

“Oh, um…The bathroom is busy. Lincoln is—” She sucks in a breath before blurting, “There is another one. Upstairs. Bathroom, that is.”

“I don’t mind waiting. I just want to change,” I say.

“You should go upstairs. First door on the right. You can’t miss it.”

“It’s o?—”

“Just go. Coach won’t mind. Promise.”

She stands before me, clearly unwilling to let me past. Not that a five-foot-nothing woman will stop me from going anywhere I really want to go. But I concede. My swim shorts are damp and I’m more than ready to get out of them.

“Okay.” I spin away from her and take the stairs two at a time.

The voices from the kitchen fade as I turn the corner, my eyes locked on the first door on the right.

Everything is silent up here. Confident that I’m about to find the bathroom empty, I reach for the handle and swing the door open.

I already have a foot inside the room before reality hits me.

This isn’t a bathroom.

And it isn’t empty.

“Shit,” I mutter, my eyes locked on Casey holding a towel to cover the best bits of her naked body.

“Kodie?” she asks, her eyes wide and much more alert than her best friend’s.

That’s when it hits me.

“P-Parker said,” I stutter like a moron.

“Close the door,” she whispers, her eyes holding mine as she continues to clutch the towel to her chest.

My heart thumps against my ribs as my grip on my bag tightens.

“Casey,” I breathe, my head and my body at war.

My head screams at me to walk out and find an actual bathroom. But my body…fuck, my body. It’s hers. Every goddamn inch of it.

I move without instruction from my brain and the door clicks closed behind me a beat before my bag hits the floor.

Her towel is next to go, fluttering to the carpet and revealing her beautiful body beneath.

“Fuck,” I grunt, taking in her full breasts, peaked nipples, slim waist, and rounded hips.

Her chest heaves, her lips slightly parted as she fights to catch her breath.

“Kodie, please.”

“Jesus, Casey. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

In a heartbeat, I’m across the room. I have her tempting body in my arms and her lips on mine.

She groans into our kiss, and my already hard dick swells until it hurts.

Nothing we’ve done so far has come anywhere close to getting this woman out from under my skin.

My fingers twist in her wet hair and I drag her head back, positioning her exactly where I want her as my tongue sweeps into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.

Her hands slide down my back, making me shudder with need before they slip beneath the fabric of my shorts.

“Casey,” I groan as her palms slide around to the front of my body. “Fucking hell.”

I pull back as she wraps a hand around my cock and squeezes with just the right amount of pressure.

My head rests against hers as I take a moment to appreciate just how fucking incredible she is.

There was something about her from the very first moment I crashed into her outside the restrooms that night. Nothing that has happened since has dampened it. If anything, since knowing the truth, my need for her has only grown.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I state, a little rational thought slipping in.

“Is it going to stop you?” she asks, her green eyes begging me to keep going.

It should. It should be enough to stop me.

Her father, my entire team, my daughter, are downstairs.

But despite knowing that, there is nothing that could drag me away from getting what I need right now.

Dropping my hands to her waist, I effortlessly lift her feet from the floor before placing her on the edge of her desk.

A groan rumbles in my throat as her hand slips away from me, but I swallow it down. It’ll be worth it.

“Spread your legs. Show me.”

She swallows thickly before doing exactly as she’s told.

“Good girl,” I praise, my eyes holding hers for a few more seconds before they drop to her pussy. “So fucking pretty.”

Reaching out, I drag two fingers through her wetness.

“Oh my god, Kodie,” she moans, her head falling back as her hips jump from the desk.

“So fucking wet for me. Have you been walking around like this all day?”

“Yes,” she confesses, spreading her legs wider in the hope of getting more.

“What do you need?”

“You, Kodie. I need you,” she demands impatiently.

“Gonna need more than that,” I tell her, slowly circling her clit.

“Shit,” she gasps. “I need…I need you inside me. Last night…all I wanted was you stretching me open.”

“Just last night?” I tease.

“Every night. Right now. Always. Kodie, please.”

“Jesus, Trouble,” I grunt before pushing two fingers inside her.

My teeth clench as she clamps down on me.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” I groan, my cock weeping to push inside her and feel her strangling me.

“Yes, Kodie. Yes. Fuck.”

Leaning over her, I claim her lips again in a filthy kiss. There is no finesse. We’re all tongues and teeth, but we don’t care.

“Kodie. Oh my god," she pants as I kiss down her throat and across her chest.

As I continue to finger-fuck her, she arches her back, thrusting her tits closer.

Fucking perfect.

Wrapping my lips around one of her perfectly pink nipples, I suck her into my mouth.

She cries out, louder than before, and I quickly reach up to cover her mouth.

I don’t know how soundproof this house is, and I really don’t want to find out.

Alternating between sucking, nipping, and licking at her nipples, I curl my fingers, finding the spot that’s going to make her shatter.

She moans behind my hand, her cheeks and chest getting redder and redder as she edges closer to her release.

Her body trembles. “Are you going to come for me, Casey?”

She nods, mumbling yes into my palm.

“Good girl. I want you to come all over my fingers. Then, I’m going to fill you up. I’m going to stretch this pretty pussy with my cock, and I’m going to take you right here in your bedroom with everyone else downstairs.”

Her pussy tightens around me.

“Who owns this pussy, Trouble?”

“You,” she mumbles, making me regret covering her mouth. I need to hear that it’s mine like I need my next breath.

But I can’t risk it.

If someone were to hear us…

“Me?” I ask, and she nods frantically.

“You’re not going to leave this room until your pussy is dripping with my cum.

” She trembles violently as her orgasm hits.

“No one else will know. But we will. We’ll know you’re mine.

That’s it, baby,” I praise as she rides out her release.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to push inside this pussy. It’s all I can fucking think about.”

Once I’m confident she’s not going to scream, I let my hand slip from her mouth and tug at the ties around my waist.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers as I slowly pull my fingers from her body.

They glisten beautifully with the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the windows.

Her eyes are wide as I move them to my mouth and taste her as I shove my shorts down, letting them drop to my ankles.

As I pull my fingers from my mouth, her eyes roll down my body until they lock on my dick.

She licks her lips, and it jerks as I picture her on her knees for me.

Such a fucking beautiful sight.

But it’s not happening right now.

We have limited time, and I need to be inside her.

Stepping closer, I spread her thighs wider before dragging my dick through her juices, coating myself in her.

“Kodie,” she gasps, watching where we’re about to be joined.

“You’re going to need to be quiet,” I remind her.

She nods. “Please. I can be whatever you want me to be.”

A smile pulls at my lips, and somehow, I manage to swallow the words that want to spill free.

You’re everything.

Holding myself at the base, I push just inside her.

My teeth grind as the sensation overwhelms me.

I can barely control myself.

Thankfully, it seems that I’m not the only one.

“Fuck me, Kodie. Please. Fuck me.”