Page 184 of Playing the Pucking Game

Suddenly, I feel like I’m being ripped in two. I want to be here with her. I want it so fucking badly. But I have a meeting with Coach. He’ll rip me a new one if I miss it.

But Parker…

She wriggles against me, her ass putting the most perfect pressure against my aching cock, and I have to bite down on my cheeks to stop me from moaning.

She’s asleep. She has no idea she’s doing this. But damn, I’m not likely to forget.

I count to thirty in my head, and then I try again. This time, my arm slips free, and I’m able to carefully roll away.

I swear I don’t breathe until I’m standing beside her bed, gazing down at the sleeping beauty before me.

She’s shoved the sheets down so they’re only covering her calves, leaving the rest of her exposed. My eyes run up her muscular thighs, pert ass, and over the dip of her waist. The sight does nothing for my boner.

Swallowing thickly, I continue up. Her tank is bunched up and resting just beneath her tits, allowing me to slide my eyes up her toned stomach before I get to the swells of her breasts. The fabric covering her is all twisted up, but not enough for me to see anything. It’s for the best; I’d feel like even more of a perv if I could really see anything. It’s bad enough I’m standing here and getting my fill like this.

Silently, I stalk around the bed, my erection straining against my boxers. I should leave and remove the risk of her waking up and looking directly at it, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet.

When I get to her side of the bed, I drop to my haunches and just look at her.

Her eyes are closed, her pale lashes resting on her slightly pink cheekbones. I can’t help but wonder if even unconsciously she’s a little turned on from our snuggling. Damn, I hope so. What I wouldn’t give to stay in bed with her and see if she needs some kind of relief…

My attention drops to her lips. Her full, parted lips. I can’t help but to drag my tongue across my bottom one as memories of our kiss last night slam into me.

The second her mouth pressed against mine, I was powerless but to fall into it with her. I’ve craved it for so long. Nothing could have convinced me to pull back, even though I knew I should have done so.

I keep saying it, but I really don’t think Parker understands that when I say that I’ll give her anything, I really fucking mean it.

Unable to stop myself, I reach out and tuck a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

It’s a risk, and I’m pretty sure I stop breathing as I do it, but the temptation to touch her is just too much.

Finally, I glance at the clock on her nightstand and find exactly what I was expecting.

Hanging my head, I force myself to stand, and after allowing myself one more look at her, I walk out of her bedroom. The second I’m in mine, I drop my boxers, kick them toward the laundry basket, and march toward my shower, naked, with my hand already wrapped around my cock and images of how this morning could have played out clear as day in my mind.

Coach triesto catch up with all of us once a month to check in. It’s become normal over my time with the Vipers, but that doesn’t mean sitting in the chair before him in his office doesn’t send nerves rattling through me every time.

Deep down, I know he’s just checking in. But there’s always a risk I could be told I’m about to be traded to the other side of the country.

I was unbelievably lucky to be called up to play for my dream team from college. But it would be unrealistic of me to think that I’ll be here forever. I’d fucking love it if I could, but I need to keep my feet on the ground and prepare for the day this meeting isn’t just a catchup.

Thankfully, today isn’t the day. Instead, we’ve chatted about our current performance, our upcoming games, and predictions on how the rest of our season is going to go. It’s nice. Really fucking nice. Because it reminds me of times gone by with my dad.

I’ve never told Coach just how important he is to me, or how much I respect him. Not only was he an unbelievable player, but he’s a fantastic coach who puts all his players and the staff around him first, and of course, he’s an incredible father. Everything he’s built here, he’s done as a single father after he lost his wife, and Casey, her mom, when she was young. Really,he’s a fucking legend, and I’m proud to be a part of his roster—I’m also incredibly relieved that he saw enough in me to want to have me as part of his Vipers’ family.

As our conversation draws to a close, I prepare to head back downstairs to hit the gym before our morning skate session starts. I scoot to the edge of the chair, ready to stand, when he hits me with a question I wasn’t expecting.

“How’s Parker doing?”

I hold his eyes as a soft smile pulls at my lips.

“She’s…she’s doing okay. Really loving her job, but the stress over her apartment and everything is bringing her down a little.”

“I can imagine,” he says, clearly aware of the situation. “Has she said anything to you about other members of staff causing her issues?”

I narrow my eyes. I was already suspicious that something had happened. She’s made a few comments, but she hasn’t even wanted to name anyone.

“I’ll take from your silence that she has.”