Page 83 of Breaking the Pucking Rules (LA Vipers #1)

KODIE

W e stumble through my front door hand in hand, laughing like school kids.

Casey’s quiet laughter bounces off the walls around us, making me wish my home was always filled with the sound.

Maybe one day.

That thought hits me out of nowhere, but it isn’t even close to as terrifying as it should be.

Having Casey here in the home that Sutton and I have made for ourselves in LA feels so natural. So right.

I feel as light as a feather—which is saying a lot, considering how much I do actually weigh—as I run up the stairs with Casey right behind me.

My daughter's internal clock is faultless, and we’ve got exactly twenty-eight minutes until she gets out of bed and goes looking for breakfast.

Sure, she’s capable of getting herself a bowl of cereal, and considering I haven’t been home yet or in touch with Mom, she’s probably assuming I’m not back. The last thing I want is for her to walk into my house to look after my daughter as Casey’s cries of pleasure ring out.

“Shhh,” Casey shushes me as we get to the top of the stairs.

Biting on the inside of my lip, I move as quickly as I can to my bedroom.

The second I discerned Casey wasn’t in her apartment, I knew exactly where she’d be.

She’s told me before about her visits to the rink.

I wasn’t surprised to find my little troublemaker cutting up the ice with her very impressive skills.

I know I gave her shit, but honestly, she was really fucking good.

I’m pretty sure if she’d carried on playing, she would have gone pro.

It makes me wonder if Sutton will stick with it to achieve her childhood dream. It’s hard. Really fucking hard. But also, it’s so fucking worth it.

“Get naked,” I demand the second I close and lock my bedroom door.

“Kodie,” Casey shrieks as I spank her ass, urging her forward.

“Now, Casey. We have twenty-seven minutes.”

“Any they say romance is dead.”

“I hate to break it to you, but it is when there’s a child about to wake up down the hallway. Nothing glamorous about parenting.”

“Twenty-seven minutes it is,” she agrees as she pulls her hoodie off, revealing her fitted black sports bra that does magical things to her tits. “Hey, hands off. No time for that,” she chastises, tugging her leggings from her feet. “Twenty-six minutes now. You really should move.”

Her bra hits the floor a few seconds before her panties join them, and then naked and shameless, she waltzes into my bathroom.

“Shit,” I hiss, quickly shedding my clothes and following her.

“Twenty-four,” she warns. But despite the ticking clock, my steps falter and I freeze, staring at her standing in my huge shower with water sluicing down her body.

What a fucking vision.

I stand there naked with my cock hard as steel and just take her in.

She’s mine.

All fucking mine.

“Kodie, are you joining me, or am I going to have to take care of myself?” She quirks a brow, and my feet instantly begin moving.

“One day I’ll take you up on that offer and watch you get yourself off. But today isn’t the day. I need to be inside you too badly.”

I march right up to her, gather her up in my arms, and lift her from her feet.

“Watching you out there on my rink…fuck, it did things to me, baby.”

“Yeah, I can feel that,” she quips as she wiggles her hips against me, teasing us both as my cock grazes her pussy. “Take me, Rivers. Show me what else this powerful body can do.”

She shrieks as I press her back against the cold tiles.

“Hold tight. We’ve only got twenty minutes now,” I mock before holding her up with one arm so I can guide myself to her entrance.

“Plenty of time. I have faith in y-you,” she stutters as I thrust forward, filling her in one move. “Oh god.”

“That’s it, baby. Take it. It’s just you and me. Feel how deep I am?”

She nods frantically as her nails claw at my back.

“Fuck. Scratch me up, baby. I want to wear your brand with pride.”

“Yes, Kodie,” she cries as she begins to climb toward her first release.

“Find your clit, baby. I scored twelve earlier. You’ve got a lot of orgasms to have in eighteen minutes now.

She laughs as she does as she’s told, and the second her fingers collide with her sensitive skin, she clamps around me, making my head spin.

“You’re good, Rivers. But you’re not that good.”

“We can start now, and I’ll finish up later.”

“Oh god,” she moans.

“That’s it. Such a good girl for me. I want to feel you coming now.”

I circle my hips, hitting that spot inside her that makes her fall almost instantly.

“Yes, yes. Right there. Right fucking—” I slam my hand over her mouth, afraid that she might cry out just a little bit too loud, even with the sound of the running water smothering us.

Her pussy tightens around me, making my eyes cross as she rides out her first release.

“One,” I count. “Give me another, then I’m spinning you around and fucking you raw,” I rasp in her ear before replacing my hand over her mouth with my lips.

Only a few minutes later, she gives me her second before I follow through on my promise, drop her feet to the floor, spin her around, and fuck her from behind.

By the time I’ve finished, her legs are trembling and she’s barely able to hold herself up.

As I massage shampoo into her hair, she’s wearing a satisfied smile and staring up at me with glassy, sated eyes.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, aware that she’s hurting.

“Right now, perfect. Thank you for coming to find me.”

“Anything, Casey. I’d do anything for you.”

S utton squeals in excitement when she bounces into the kitchen and finds Casey and me at the island, nursing coffees.

Turns out, we didn’t need all twenty minutes.

I lift my mug, hiding my smirk.

“Good morning,” Mom sings from behind us. “Casey, what a surprise.” The knowing lilt in Mom’s voice tells me that she isn’t surprised in the slightest. “It’s so lovely to see you.” Mom’s eyes are full of genuine happiness. The sight has emotion burning the back of my throat.

Now it’s time for her to find someone as well. As weird as it’ll be to see her with someone who isn’t Dad. It’s time.

She has so much love to offer. It deserves to be spread wider than just the people under this roof, Casey now included.

“You too, Kathleen. I love your dress.”

“It’s so pretty, Gran, is it new?” Sutton joins in.

I sit there watching their exchange with the widest smile on my face, but also…

“Uh…I’m here too, you know.”

Their conversation stops, all three sets of eyes turning to me. Casey and Mom wear knowing smirks, but guilt washes over Sutton’s face.

“Daddy,” she cries rushing to me. “I only watched the first period last night.” She shoots Mom a glare that makes us all laugh. “Tell me you won,” she begs. “Their D line was a mess.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, baby. We won.”

“Yesss,” she hisses before giving me a hug. “Missed you,” she whispers so only I can hear.

“Missed you too, Peanut. Is it okay if Casey has breakfast with us? Maybe comes with to take you to school?”

She looks at me emotionlessly for half a second before her eyes roll. “Of course it is. Did you even need to ask?”

Laughter ripples around the room.

“Right then, seeing as you don’t need me, I’m gonna head out,” Mom says.

“You can stay,” Casey offers.

“You three enjoy your morning together. I’ll see you later.”

A couple of moments later, the door closes behind her.

“She didn’t need to leave on my account,” Casey says, looking concerned.

“She didn’t. She does far too much for us. She’s escaping while she can.”

“Fair enough.”

“She’ll head to her favorite diner and have someone else cook for her.”

Casey sighs. “She’s awesome. You’re so lucky to have her.”

“I know,” I admit. “Right,” I say, changing the subject before Casey thinks too much about the hard things today. “Who wants eggs and bacon?”

“What? No pie?” Casey asks teasingly.

“Or pancakes and ice cream,” Sutton pipes up.

“So, eggs and bacon all around?” I ask, shaking my head at them.

We can’t start a new unhealthy tradition every time Casey stays for breakfast. Sometime soon, all we’ll be eating every morning is sugar.

“I can help,” Casey offers as Sutton hops up onto the stool next to her.

“Nope. You just hang out with my girl there. I’ve got this.”

As I move around my kitchen, Casey’s eyes follow me despite being locked in conversation with my daughter.

I look over my shoulder and my eyes collide with hers, her cheeks brightening at being caught.

I blow her a kiss before focusing back on breakfast.

So this is what it feels like to be truly happy…

It’s fucking addictive.

After convincing Casey to braid her hair, they both disappear upstairs so Sutton can get ready for school, leaving me with the clean up.

Maybe Mom had the right idea.

I feel guilty for saying it, because I know Casey is hurting, but I had the best fucking day.

We took Sutton to school together, and I won’t lie, I got a little choked up when Sutton wrapped her arms around Casey, giving her a big squeeze just like she had me before racing across the playground toward her classroom.

Seeing my daughter falling just as hard and fast for Casey is incredible.

After stopping at her place so she could change and grab a few things, we got takeout coffee and then went home.

Walking in together felt so natural. Seeing her in my space felt so normal and yet electrifying at the same time. It made me realize that this house hasn’t really been a home at all. It was missing something.

We curled up on the couch, watching highlights of last night’s games, and before I knew it, Casey’s breathing evened out and she drifted off to sleep on my chest.

I held her tighter and pressed my lips to the top of her head, breathing her in.

I hate that she’s hurting, but I also love that she’s relaxed enough with me to get the rest she needs.

Losing her mom will always hurt, just like losing Dad will for me. But together, I hope we can make those harder moments a little more bearable.

Together, we slept for hours, and only woke when my cell alarm started blaring, reminding us that we needed to collect Sutton from school.

Later that evening, the three of us sit at the dining table like a real family, eating enchiladas while listening to Sutton’s drama of the day.

Of course, it’s focused on Adrian.

Sutton tells Casey all about what a little shit he is, and they bond over the fact Sutton is dealing with some of the same issues Casey did when she was younger.

Everything is great. Perfect, even. Until I send Sutton upstairs to get showered.

My cell buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, wanting to put off cleaning up a little longer.

Storm: Did you manage to get in there first?

I frown.

Kodie: With what?

But even as I type the letters, dread begins to seep through my veins.

“Is everything okay?” Casey asks, her eyes on me.

Storm: Telling Coach that you’re tapping his daughter.

All the air rushes out of my lungs, and it only gets worse when Linc’s next message contains a link.

A link to an article that is full of images of us outing our secret relationship for the world to see.