Page 43 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

KODIE

I ’m resting back on my bed while Linc fucks about with his hair after what was an incredible first game of the season.

All I want to do is crawl into bed, turn the lights out, and message Casey.

It’s only been three days since I touched her. Two days since I saw her and we exchanged filthy messages that left me coming all over my stomach like a horny fucking teenager.

I need more.

I’m like a fucking junkie who needs his next fix.

But I fear that another taste of her won’t be enough.

I’m not sure any amount of her will ever be enough.

And that’s a fucking problem.

“Are you nearly ready?” I groan.

I get it. He wants to go out tonight and pull a bunny. But he’s Lincoln Storm, starting winger for the LA Vipers. No puck bunny on the planet is going to turn him down because he has a hair out of place.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror and narrow in warning.

“Just because you don’t care about looking your best, doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t.”

“Everyone else is already in the bar,” I point out, waving my cell at him with the group chat open.

He turns back to the mirror, poking his hair again before stepping away. “Fine. This will have to do.”

“Oh yeah, it looks awful. No one is going to want to fuck you with hair like that,” I deadpan.

“You’re funny,” he seethes.

“I’m really not. I’m impatient.”

“Yeah, to get back here to go to bed like a miserable fuck.”

“Nothing wrong with sleeping. We’ve got a long two weeks ahead of us.”

“We will if you don’t lighten up. Unless there’s another reason you want an early night…” He taunts.

“We have seven back-to-back road games. I’m not ending this stretch on my knees.”

“Nah, man. I’m not getting on my knees for anyone.”

“Wonderful,” I mutter. “The women you hook up with are so lucky.”

“Damn right, they are. Why do you think they’re always begging for another ride?”

I side-eye him as we make our way toward the elevator. “Because of the size of your bank account?”

“Oh, it’s to do with size alright. But nothing to do with money.”

I scoff. “You keep telling yourself that, man,” I say, patting him patronizingly on the shoulder.

“Fuck off,” he scoffs, twisting away. “How’re things with your puck bunny, anyway.”

My irritation levels rise, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to slam him back against the wall for disrespecting Casey. Instead, I grit my teeth and seethe, “She’s not a bunny.”

“Ooooh, so it’s serious then?” he asks, hearing the possessiveness in my tone.

“No, it’s not. I don’t have time for serious. It was just a bit of fun.” The words are like ash on my tongue.

It’s the truth. It has been fun. But it feels entirely too serious right now.

My cell burns a hole in my pocket. I should have messaged her. Asked her if she’d had a good day. If she was watching the game. I mean, I assumed she would be. She seems like a pretty hardcore fan. I played as if she was watching…whatever the fuck that means.

Jesus. I’m a fucking mess.

I haven’t played with the intention of impressing a girl since I was in high school. “Ah but you want it to be, don’t you, Big D?”

“Can you leave it?”

“Who is she?” he pushes. “Someone I know?”

“She’s…” I hate myself before the next words even leave my lips. “No one.”

“Uh-huh,” he mutters, seeing right through me. “I’m gonna figure this out.” Panic shoots through me.

We’ve been careful—if you forget about the pool groping and fucking her in her childhood bedroom—but that doesn’t mean that someone won’t work it out if they look hard enough.

“Good luck with that.”

Thankfully, the second we walk into the bar, Linc is distracted from asking me questions about my mystery woman and happily accepts one of the shots that’s waiting for us.

“About fucking time,” Handsy mutters.

“Storm was having a bad hair day,” I explain as I lower my ass to a free chair, avoiding the shots and ordering a beer instead.

I meant what I said to Linc earlier: I don’t want to finish this stretch on my knees. I’ll celebrate with the guys, but I draw the line at two beers.

Everyone is excited and boisterous as we celebrate the best possible start to the season we could get.

As the night goes on, the married and taken guys disappear—I’m assuming to get some alone time with their other halves—leaving the single guys to work their way through the bunnies who have discovered where we’re drinking until they make their choice for the night.

Linc seems to have chosen a redhead. She’s hot, but she’s got nothing on Casey.

Standing, I make my way over to tell him that he’s going to need to find somewhere else to bang her because I’m going to bed. At least if he’s distracted for a while longer, I might just get a little quiet time with Casey.

Pulling my cell from my pocket, I glance at the time.

“Shit,” I hiss as I make my way over. It’s late in LA. I might have already missed her.

“Alright?” Linc says as I approach.

“I’m calling it a night,” I tell him. “Please be quiet when you decide to join me.” I’m hoping the hard glare I give him is enough of a warning to keep the bunny as far away from me as possible.

To be fair to him, he’s only brought a girl back twice, and that was at the beginning of last season when he was hoping that despite my attitude I might have been interested in joining.

Hard no.

Back in the day before I was a father, I’d been known to party just as hard as the rest of the team.

But everything changed the day I learned my life as I knew it had ended.

I made myself a promise right there and then to be the kind of man that my future child would look up to and be proud of.

No way in hell would they be reading articles online that I was out fucking any bunny who looked my way just for the fun of it.

Sure, if Sutton looks back far enough, she’ll find some.

But nothing past the day I learned of her existence.

There are enough people in the world setting bad examples for the next generation; I wasn’t going to be one of them.

“I’ll do my best,” he says, turning to look at his bunny. “You got a room here, baby?”

She slides her hand up his chest before biting her bottom lip and shaking her head.

Of course she hasn’t gone to the expense of a hotel room when she knows the men she’s trying to bag have more than enough to splash around.

“Well, we’d better see what we can do, seeing as my roommate isn’t up for a party.”

His comment has her attention turning my way.

Her eyes bounce between mine before dropping to my lips.

Oh, hell no.

“Shame. We could have had some fun.”

“I’m sure,” I mutter as my cell buzzes in my hand.

I lift it without thinking, and when I find a message from Casey, excitement shoots through me.

She’s still awake.

Desperate to see what she’s sent, I tap the notification. The second the photo appears, I swear, my eyes almost pop out of my eye sockets.

“What was that?” Linc asks.

I lower my cell and drop it into my pocket to ensure it’s hidden.

No one is seeing my girl like that.

“Nothing.”

Linc’s brows lift. He’s clearly aware that whatever was just on my cell was far from innocent.

“I’m gonna go. Try not to get into trouble.”

Trouble…yeah, Casey really is trouble.

My fingers curl into a fist as I imagine bending her over and spanking that perky ass until it’s rosy red and she’s begging for more.

Fuck.

Linc barks a laugh. “You know me better than that, Big D.”

I shake my head as I walk away.

“Enjoy your alone time ,” he taunts, his voice carrying too well across the bar. I don’t look back at the guys, but I know they heard, and I’m sure they’re all wearing knowing smirks.

Assholes.

I swear I don’t breathe until the elevator doors close behind me, cutting me off from everyone in the bar.

The temptation to pull my cell out and study the image I got a brief look at is tempting. But I refrain.

Instead, I wait until I’m alone in our hotel room and lying on my bed in only my boxers.

I’m already hard, my underwear doing very little to contain it.

Once I’m comfortable, I unlock my cell, open our message thread, and make the image full-size.

“Fuck me,” I groan, taking her in.

She’s wearing my jersey, but she’s hiked it up around her waist and is posing with most of her ass on show in a pair of Vipers-green lace panties. And the sexiest thing about it? She’s looking me dead in the eyes. I feel that connection to her through the phone despite the miles between us.

My cock jerks, my balls aching for her touch.

If only that were possible. I don’t know when I’ll see her next. But fuck, I can’t fucking wait.

Kodie: Is that what I get for scoring the winning goal tonight, Trouble?

Trouble: Thought you might want to know that I was wearing your jersey.

Kodie: Fuck yeah, I do. Did you watch the game wearing only that and those pretty panties?

God, the image of her home alone, watching my game with her hand inside those panties, is almost too much to bear.

Trouble: As much as I want to lie to you and say yes, I was actually in a bar with Parker and a load of Vipers fans.

Kodie: You were wearing pants, right?

A wave of possessiveness rocks through me. I swear, I’d kill any other motherfucker who got to see her like this.

Trouble: Yep, and a bra.

Kodie: Christ. You’re killing me here.

Trouble: Are you alone in your room?

Kodie: Yeah, left the bar the second I got your message. Been waiting for an excuse to leave so I could speak to you.

Fuck, was that too honest?

Trouble: Really ?

My heart races. I sincerely hope that’s a good really.

Kodie: Of course. Celebrating with the guys is fun and all, but I’d rather be celebrating with you.

Trouble: Wish I could be there to celebrate with you in person.

Kodie: What would you do if you were here right now?

I bite down on my bottom lip, allowing my dirty imagination to run away with itself as I wait for her to type her response.

Those little dots bounce for the longest time, and by the time it comes through, I’ve got my boxers around my hips and my dick in my hand.

Trouble: I’d be crawling between your legs, tugging your boxers down, and dragging my tongue up the length of your cock.

“Christ,” I groan, stroking myself a little faster.

Trouble: Then I’d suck you to the back of my throat, and I wouldn’t stop until you’ve come in my mouth.

Kodie: Definitely a better way to celebrate than with the guys.

Kodie: What next?

Trouble: Well, you might be the one celebrating, but I’m getting mine too, so I’d continue crawling up your body until I’m sitting on your face.

Kodie: Fuck yes, baby.

Safe to say, that by the time Linc lets himself in, and somewhat noisily gets himself ready for bed, I’m almost satisfied. Doesn’t mean I’m not lying in bed with another raging hard-on as I think about everything she sent me tonight, though.

My Troublemaker is a dirty, dirty girl, and I fucking love it.