Page 46 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

KODIE

I throw the towel I used to cover up my junk onto the counter and march out of the bathroom, naked, with my cell in my hand.

My heart is racing, my stomach twisted with anticipation.

I haven’t sent a picture like that to anyone since I was in college.

I was just a boy then.

Now, I’m all man. And I just fucking wish I got to see Casey’s reaction.

Confident that Linc won’t be back for a while yet, I flop down on my bed with everything on show.

I can’t say I was surprised by her request, but it does bring a whole new kind of challenge to our next game if I want to see more of her.

A laugh spills out of me. I’m fucking dying to see more of her. And not just through a screen.

With each game, I’m one closer to getting back to LA. Back to my girl.

And back to Casey.

My cell buzzes, cutting off my thoughts.

Trouble: Wow. What I wouldn’t do with that if it were right in front of me.

My dick jerks as my own ideas flood my head.

Trouble: We’d lose the towel, though. That thing is in the damn way.

I smirk. There was no way I was going all in on a nude when she’s been teasing me mercilessly.

Kodie: It’s all yours…

Trouble: Christ. I’m so hot for you right now.

Kodie: Are you wearing your jersey?

Trouble: You know I am.

Kodie: Prove it.

And not a minute later, she does.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, staring at a picture of her on her bed, wearing my jersey, her legs spread. I can’t see anything, but it doesn’t matter. My memories are good enough to picture it.

I quickly tap out a response, using her words against her.

Kodie: What I wouldn’t do with that if it were right in front of me.

Trouble: Are you still alone?

Kodie: Baby, I’m lying here on my bed, hard as fuck for you. Yes, I’m alone.

Her response isn’t as fast as previous ones, and I start to wonder if I said the wrong thing.

But the second her message does pop up, I discover the reason for her hesitation.

Trouble: Video call?

My heart jumps into my throat as I stare at those two words.

Fuck. I want to. I really fucking want to.

Kodie: Missing me that much, baby?

Delete .

Kodie: Do I want to see your sexy body through a screen? Is that even a question?

Delete .

Kodie: Sure.

Kodie Rivers, you’re a fucking loser .

Thankfully, I’m dragged out of my self-deprecating thoughts when her call appears on my screen.

A shot of nerves goes through me.

It’s ridiculous. I’ve been with this woman. I know her intimately. Why is a video call so daunting?

Without overthinking it, I scoot back on the bed so I’m resting against the headboard and accept the call.

My breath catches when she appears before me.

She’s so fucking beautiful. And of course, she’s wearing my name and number.

“Hey, Big D. How’s it going?”

“Really?” I groan. “Do you have to adopt that nickname?”

She smirks into the camera. “I like that I know it’s got a double meaning.”

“You know I shower with the guys on almost a daily basis,” I point out.

“Oh, Christ. Now there’s an image.”

“Hey, now. Get them out of your head right this second.”

Her smile turns wicked. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“I’m not interested in a single other player on our roster, Rivers. You don’t need to worry about that. There’s only one jersey I’m wearing right now.”

“Jesus, Casey,” I groan as if in pain.

“How are you feeling? Tonight was?—”

“I’m not thinking about that right now,” I blurt.

“I know, but you took a few hard hits and?—”

“I’m fine, baby.”

“I bet that’s not what Lennon said when you were crying like a baby on his table.”

“Shit, did you talk to him already?” I ask, making her laugh.

The sweet sound hits me right in the chest.

Fuck. I want to hear that every fucking day for the rest of my life.

“Nah, he prefers to have our chats in the mornings. He’s wiped after working all of you over.”

I glare at her through the screen, waiting to see if I can break her.

“Casey,” I growl.

“Yes, Kodie?” she asks sweetly.

“Whose jersey are you wearing right now?”

The little minx has the audacity to pull at the fabric to double-check.

“You’re in so much trouble,” I tease.

She bites down on her bottom lip and looks up at me through her lashes.

“What are you going to do about it from all the way over there?”

One side of my mouth curls into a smirk.

“Prop your cell up on your pillow, then get on your knees in the middle of the bed,” I demand.

She shuffles around for a few moments.

“Like this?” she asks coyly, lifting her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. “Now what?”

“Spread your thighs.”

As she does, I wrap my hand around my aching length. The tip is already glistening with precum. Swiping my thumb through it, I use it for lubrication, biting back a moan.

“What are you doing?” she asks, letting me know that I’m failing to cover my reactions.

“Waiting for you to do as you’re told.”

“Is that all?” she taunts.

“Anyone would think you want me to take you over my knee and spank that ass until it’s glowing with my handprint.”

She trembles at my words, and it does little to calm the raging inferno inside me.

“Oh god. That’s hot,” she moans as she finally follows orders and spreads her thighs.

“Trouble,” I groan when she drags her hands up her legs, taking the fabric of my jersey with them. “Are you missing something?”

My eyes are locked between her legs.

Even in the low light of her bedroom, I can see how wet she is.

Fuck. My mouth waters for a taste.

“Uh…no, I don’t think so.”

She might be trying to look all innocent with her hands resting on her thighs, but everything else gives her away.

Her chest is heaving, her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes are blown with desire.

“I want to watch you get off, Trouble. Show me how you do it when you’re alone and thinking of me.”

She groans, her hips grinding in her search for friction.

“God, I miss you,” she rasps.

I swear, my heart fucking stops.

“Not long now and you can show me just how much in person.”

Her eyes widen. “Is that a promise?”

“Be a good girl for me, and maybe I’ll do the same in return.”

The honest answer is fuck yes, that’s a promise .

I’m as desperate to be with her in person as I think she is to be with me.

I’m fucking aching for her.

“I’d better make this good, then,” she muses.

Fuck me. She’s sitting on her bed, in my jersey, her legs spread and her cunt on display, about to show me how she gets herself off. On what planet wouldn’t this be good?

“Damn straight. I need cheering up, remember?”

She shakes her head, her eyes locked on mine as her fingers dance up her thighs, heading toward where we both need them.

I swallow thickly as she gets to the juncture of her thighs.

“Kodie,” she gasps as her fingers finally collide with her needy little clit.

Her head falls back as her back arches, the fabric stretching over her chest letting me see the press of her hard nipples.

“Fuck,” I grunt, loving every single thing about this.

The only way it could be better was it if were in person.

“So fucking hot. That’s it, play with your clit, baby. Pretend it’s me touching you.”

Her head lowers and her eyes lock on mine.

“Are you stroking yourself?” she asks, her voice rough with desire.

“Y-yes.”

“Let me see,” she demands.

This whole time, she’s only seen my face and the top of my chest.

Shifting a little, I stretch my arm out, letting the camera capture me from head to waist.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her eyes feasting on my body.

Fire burns through my veins, colliding in my balls.

“Fuck, Casey.”

Knowing she’s watching me makes this so much hotter.

It’s only been a minute or two, but I’m already riding a knife’s edge.

“Kodie,” she counters, lifting her free hand to squeeze her boob through my jersey.

Fuck. This is going to be spank bank material for the rest of my goddamn life.

“Keep talking to me. I want to come while listening to your voice.”

“Shit,” I curse, forcing myself to slow down so I don’t blow before her. “I’m so fucking hard for you right now, Trouble. You have no idea how much I wish I could bend you over and bury my dick deep inside you.”

“You want to fuck me with your name across my back?”

“Fuck, yeah. I do. I want to own you inside and out.”

“Oh god, Kodie. I’m so close. ”

“Same.”

“I’m gonna…fuuuck. Kodie.” Her eyes slam closed, her mouth opens, and her body convulses as her release consumes her.

So fucking beautiful.

I’m so lost to her that I don’t hear movement outside until it’s too late. I sit up, my heart in my throat.

Then, there’s a deep voice. A familiar deep voice.

“What is it?” Casey asks breathlessly as she comes down from her high.

“Fuck,” I bark, jumping from the bed faster than should be possible after what I’ve endured tonight.

The lock disengages as I round the corner to the bathroom, and Linc steps inside, his eyes on his cell, but the second he notices movement, he looks up.

His eyes widen, but I don’t hang around long enough to see any other reaction. I dive through the bathroom door, my cell clutched tightly in my hand, and slam the door.

“What just happened?” Casey demands as I fall back against the now-locked door.

“Linc,” I whisper. “Linc came back.”

Her eyes widen to the point they must hurt. “Did he…did he see me?”

“What? No. Fuck no. I’d never let that happen.”

“Okay good,” she says, her body slumping on her bed, her hand no longer between her thighs.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d?—”

“Not your fault,” she says softly as she drops back onto the bed, grabbing her cell and holding it above her.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I groan, glancing down at my still-hard dick.

“Did you come?” she asks, her eyes searching my face.

I shake my head. “Fucking asshole.”

She smirks at me. “Nothing we can’t fix. Get comfortable, Kodie. I’m about to finish what we started.”

Pushing from the door, I place my cell on the counter, allowing Casey a full-frontal shot of my body.

“Fuck, yeah. You’re still hard, huh?” she muses, her eyes locked on my cock.“You’re going to do as you’re told, okay?”

“Yeah,” I groan as the sound of Linc moving around on the other side of the wall floats through.

Focus on Casey. You’ll have to deal with him the second you step outside this room.

He’ll want answers.

“Wrap your hand around your dick.” Instantly, I do as I’m told, and with her voice floating around me, my lost release surges back to the surface almost instantly.

“Fuck. Yeah.” I bite back her name for fear of being overheard as she continues talking.

“That’s it. Let me watch you come for me,” she demands, and I’m fucking powerless but to give her want she wants.

Pleasure shoots from my dick as I come all over myself, my eyes locked on hers through the screen. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck.”

“I want to watch as you do that over my tits,” Casey confesses, causing little aftershocks to shoot up my spine.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“I really hope not. I’ve got plans for you, Rivers.”

I jump a mile when the door knocks.

“Are you done yet, lover boy? I need to take a piss.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper to Casey.

“No need. Soon, there won’t be any distractions.”

“God. I can’t wait.”

“Message me before you fly tomorrow?”

“You got it. Night, Trouble.”

“Goodnight, Big D.”

I groan as she cuts the call, leaving me standing in the middle of the bathroom in a puddle of my own cum.

And they say the life of a pro hockey player is glamorous.

“Dude, you’ve got five seconds before I piss on your pillow.”

“Fuck’s sake. Hang on.”

After quickly mopping up my mess, I pull the door open and face my overly amused roommate.

His smirk grows as I glare at him.

“You’ve got some explaining to do, Big D,” he warns before shooting past me to piss.