Page 71 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

CASEY

I love you.

The words drift off as if they never had any intention of being spoken aloud as his tongue delves inside my mouth, kissing me as if he’d die without it.

“Oh god,” I moan, breaking our kiss as he continues pushing inside me.

He’s a tight fit, and he stretches me almost to the point of pain.

His eyes collide with mine as his body falls still.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers, “I’ll wait all night for you to be ready.”

Fucking hell.

This man.

“Mine.” The word falls free without instruction from my brain as my hand lifts to cup his cheek.

He leans into my touch, and the sight makes my chest tighten.

This strong, powerful, unrelenting man is mine.

I shake my head as the craziness of that reality attempts to settle.

How can it be true?

It’s too good to be true. It’s?—

“Yours,” he rasps. “For as long as you’ll have me. ”

My core tightens, the pressure sitting low in my belly making it almost impossible to lie still with him filling me up.

“Please, Kodie,” I beg. “Fuck me.”

His eyes hold mine captive, but that doesn’t mean I miss the smirk that covers his mouth.

“Later,” he rasps. “I’ll fuck you like the dirty little whore you are later. Right now, I have other plans.”

My breath catches as he drops down, his lips brushing over mine as he rolls his hips.

A loud groan rips from my lips, but he steals all of it with his kiss.

His moves are so tender and soft, yet utterly filthy at the same time.

I am so fucking here for it.

He kisses me until I’m breathless before pulling back and finding my eyes once more.

It’s so intimate it makes my heart ache in the best kind of way.

I’ve never felt more connected to another person—and I don’t just mean physically—than I do in this moment.

Everything he just said, I believe him.

I want this. I want him. And the part of me that thinks I can have it is growing faster than I can control.

Fuck the rest of the world.

Fuck the rules.

This, what we have together, is far more powerful than all of that.

He rests on his forearm beside my head before hitching my leg up around his waist.

I gasp as he hits me deeper, grazing that sweet spot inside me that’s going to make me see stars.

“Yes,” I hiss as his free hand begins to roam.

He pinches and twists my nipples, sending more and more heat to my core as his dick does its magic.

His hand brushes over my stomach before he finds my clit.

“Kodie,” I whimper, my eyes urging him for more.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, continuing his torturous pace. “So mine.”

His words light a fire inside me.

“Yours,” I agree.

“And I want the world to know about it.”

It’s the final push I need.

“Eyes, Casey,” he demands the second they slam closed as my orgasm sucks me under.

Ripping them open, I let him see everything. Right down to my fucking soul.

This man has owned me unknowingly for years.

But now, he does know.

“Fuck yes,” he groans. “Such a good fucking girl, coming all over my dick.”

I nod, my lips parted as I ride out every wave of my release, my body convulsing and trembling beneath his.

I’ve almost come down from my high when Kodie stills, his loud groan bouncing off the walls around us before his dick jerks inside me, filling me up and making me his in the most primal way possible.

Aftershocks from my release shoot from my core as he continues. He collapses on top of me, his breathing erratic and his body limp.

“Fuck, Casey,” he groans, his face tucked into my neck.

“Yeah,” I muse, completely crushed by him but loving every second of it.

I’ve missed him so much. I’ve done my best to smother just how much his distance hurt, how large the gaping hole in my chest was, but now he’s here, it’s all too clear.

I sniffle as emotion burns the back of my nose and stings my eyes.

I fight it, I really do.

The last thing I ever want to be is one of those girls. But I can’t help it; all of this is just too much.

I suck in a shaky breath that alerts Kodie to my fragile state, and he pulls his face from the crook of my neck, his brow furrowing as he watches a tear roll down my cheek.

“Casey?” he whispers, his eyes bouncing between mine.

“I’m okay,” I say brokenly.

“You’re crying,” he states, looking completely out of his comfort zone.

“I know, but they’re not bad tears.”

That only makes his frown deeper.

As another falls, he leans forward and presses his lips against my cheek, catching it.

“I never want to make you cry.”

“You haven’t.”

“Then why?—”

“I’m just a little overwhelmed. All of this, you...I’ve wanted it so badly, and the last few weeks have been hard and?—”

“I’m sorry.”

Reaching up, I cup his jaw. “You don’t need to keep apologizing. You haven’t done anything wrong. In fact, you’re doing everything right.”

At my words, the most incredible smile spreads across his lips.

“I’ve never been in a serious relationship,” he tells me.

I might already know that from the media over the years, but hearing him say it means so much more. He’s opening himself up, allowing himself to be vulnerable.

It’s everything.

He’s everything.

“Nor have I,” I confess.

“How? How is that even possible? Casey, you’re amazing.”

Heat blooms on my cheeks, the warmth spreading down my neck to my chest.

I shrug. “Just haven’t found my person, I guess.”

He releases a long breath, and it dances over my face. “I want to be him.”

“Kodie,” I whisper, my voice cracked and rough with emotion. “I think you are.”

“Fucking hell,” he groans before his lips find mine.

His kiss is soft, gentle and so full of everything I could only dream of before that masquerade ball.

I wished, but I never really believed he could be as incredible as I always made him out to be in my head.

The reality is, he’s better.

I lose myself in his kiss, in the way his tongue glides against mine as he devours me. His free hand moves, skimming over my curves as if he’s relearning them. All the while, mine do exactly the same thing. Not that I ever forgot. There isn’t anything about Kodie that I could ever forget.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he mutters into our kiss. “Missed you so much.”

“Me too.”

Rolling onto his back, Kodie drags me with him allowing me to settle against his body. With my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, I through my leg over his waist and hold him tight.

“What happens now?” I whisper, hating to ask but needing to at the same time.

He doesn’t respond for a few seconds, but when it does, it’s everything I want to hear. “Honestly, I don’t know. But whatever it is, we’re doing it together.”

“Kodie.”

“Thank you for today. Sutton, she?—”

“I’d do anything for that little girl. It’s not just her daddy who’s wormed his way under my skin.”

He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure Mom likes you too.”

A heavy sigh passes my lips as thoughts of Kathleen morph into wondering what my mom would make of all this.

“You okay?” Kodie asks when I fall silent.

“Yeah.” It’s not a lie. I am okay, more than okay. But even all these years later, there are moments where grief hits me out of nowhere.

“Talk to me, Casey. What’s been going on with you?”

“Other than missing you?” I ask, shooting a look up so I can see the smirk that is inevitably on his lips.

“Other than that.”

We chat away about life for the longest time before my stomach lets out the loudest growl .

Kodie chuckles. “Think I’d better feed you before we go for round two.”

As he says the words, he rolls his hips against me, letting his hard dick grind against my thigh.

“I can wait,” I say, clawing at his back in the hope he’ll forget about food and give me what I really need. As nice as it is lying here talking, we’ve got some lost time to make up for. “I’d rather have something else in my mouth.”

“Dirty girl,” he muses as he rolls over me.

For a moment, I think I’ve convinced him. But I should really know better, because what he does is grab the menu that’s sitting on the nightstand.

“I’m ordering room service. Any requests?” he asks as he falls back to his side, his body still half on top of mine.

“Nope. As long as it’s quick.”

Ripping his eyes from the menu, he glances at me.

“Got plans, Trouble?”

Letting my gaze drop to his waist, I take in his impressive erection. My core clenches. What we did a few moments ago was perfect in so many ways. But I still want more.

Loving and passionate Kodie was incredible. He twisted me up in the best kind of way. But I want all sides of him tonight. Mostly, I want his kinky side.

“So many plans,” I confess, pushing myself up on my elbow so I can kiss his jaw as he reads.

“Mmm,” he groans, tilting his head to the side to give me better access to his neck.

“Go and start the shower,” he suddenly commands.

“I’m okay here,” I say honestly.

“Casey,” he warns. The deep rasp of his voice makes my nipples pebble. “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.”

Shivers. Fucking shivers.

Putting on what I hope is a sexy voice, I ask, “What would you like me to do after I’ve put the shower on?”

He doesn’t look at me. His eyes don’t even falter from the menu as he explains, “You’re going to put the shower on, and then you’re going to wait for me on your knees with it raining down on your back.”

My thighs clench.

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe before planting a final kiss on his jaw and slipping from beneath him.

The second I stand, cum rushes down my thighs, reminding me of what we did not so long ago.

“Problem?” he asks, again, not looking up from the menu when I don’t move fast enough.

“Nope,” I say before rushing into the bathroom with fire licking at my insides.

I do as I’m told and rest my hands on top of my thighs as I wait for him.

My heart pounds against my ribs as desire sits heavy between my legs. I’m pretty sure my clit has its own heartbeat at this point.

My fingers curl with my need to spread my legs and deal with the situation myself. But I refrain.

There are times for being a brat, and right now isn’t it.

I swear, the seconds feel like hours as I wait.

Time drags on and on, and I start to think he’s not going to come.

My desire begins to turn into panic.

I’d know if he left. Surely I’d have heard him?

But with the water pounding down around me, maybe I wouldn’t.

I’m debating what to do next when a shadow falls over the doorway.

My breath catches in my throat a beat before he appears.

All the air leaves my lungs as he stands there as naked as the day he was born, his attention on me.

He’s so fucking beautiful, I can barely stand it.

His shoulders are wide, his arms strong and lined with veins and corded muscles. His chest and abs are the things of fairy tales, the muscles so defined and the dips and valleys so delicious, just asking to be traced with my tongue.

I follow those V lines to his impressive dick. It jerks under my attention as if he knows I’m looking and that my mouth is watering for a taste.

I keep going, my eyes running over his thick thighs and all the way to his feet. Even they’re sexy. How the fuck is that possible?

But nothing is better than when he speaks. His deep, raspy, commanding voice fills the room, and I melt.

“Good girl.”

My breathing is erratic as he strides toward me. The second he’s in touching distance, he reaches out and sinks his fingers into my hair, holding my head exactly where he wants me.

I gaze up at him, waiting for my next instruction despite knowing what’s coming.

In my peripheral, I see him reach out and wrap his fist around his cock.

“You look so perfect on your knees for me, Trouble. Are you going to be a good girl and choke on my dick?”

I nod—or at least, as much as he allows me to.

A needy whimper spills from my lips as he traces them with the tip of his cock, coating me with precum.

“Lick,” he commands the second he pulls back. “Taste me.”

I groan as his taste hits my tongue.

His cocky smirk is all the encouragement I need as I open my mouth and attempt to lean forward.

“Greedy girl,” he chuckles. “So desperate for my cock.”

I am—there’s no lie in his words. But mostly, I want to do to him what he did to me on the bed. I want to bring him to his goddamn knees. I want to rock his world so fucking hard he’s unable to ever get me out of his head or from beneath his skin.

“That’s it, baby,” he praises after allowing me to wrap my lips around his crown. “Suck me off like a good little whore.”

Dead. I am fucking dead.