Page 111 of Pucking Rebound

Then someone from right at the back asks Wade, “Is your assistant dating anyone?”

“No one is going anywhere near my assistant or her friend,” Wade snaps back, making them all chuckle like a bunch of schoolboys on a field trip. “Lola is staff,” he states as if that should be reason enough.

I glance at Jordy, and he brazenly winks.

He’s so ballsy.

I always think he looks hot, but tonight he looks even hotter because something that was there before is so much more now. I have feelings for him. Big ones.

Having not seen him since I surprised him the other day at his apartment and had one of the best sexual experiences of my life, I’ve missed him.

I can’t deny how desperate I am for him to do more despicable things to me later. I’m obsessed. The dirty texts he’s been sending me for days, outlining what he would like to do to me tonight, have me craving him something wicked.

I’m imagining you naked, riding my cock, with your hands pressed against the window.

The words from one text pop into mind and my phone slips out of my hand and bounces on the floor behind me when Piper gives me a nudge, bringing me back into the present.

I turn and bend down to pick it up, then check my screen for any cracks. “It’s fine.”

“What the hell are you wearing?” Wade hollers, pointing his stick at my jersey that he must have gotten an eyeful of when I turned around.

“My jersey.” Jordy devilishly grins.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Don’t freak out.

I hold my head high and lie through my teeth. “Yours is being laundered. And I can’t always wear your jersey, Wade.”

And if I wear yours and not Jordy’s, I’ll get spanked.

Shit, what was I thinking? I should have worn Wade’s tonight.

Being spanked by Jordy has become an addiction.

I’ll have to think of something particularly brat-like to make that happen again later.

“I’m wearing Daryl Love.” Piper spins around, using her thumbs to point at her back, then looks over her shoulder.

Often impeccably dressed, and exuding elegance, tonight Piper is a complete contrast to her usual avant-garde self. Having tied a knot in the back of her oversized jersey, making it cropped, she’s showing off her perfect bubble butt and lean legs in the tightest of skinny jeans.

What hasn’t changed is her charismatic presence. She commands attention in every room. Like now. She’s got Daryl’s attention, as well as the entire team.

I see the moment sparks fly between Daryl and Piper when she smiles at him.

That girl knows what she’s doing.

“Holy shit, you’re so obvious,” I mutter through the side of my mouth, so only she can hear, but I must fail because Kali laughs.

“A girl’s gotta eat.” Facing forward again, she shoves her hands into her back pockets making her giant boobs stick out and flashing her obscene abs she works hard to achieve in the gym.

Daryl squeezes himself between his teammates and stomps in his skates in our direction to introduce himself. Long hair, bushy beard, wider than an arctic truck, he’s massive. Even bigger in his uniform, which makes him look like a mountain man.

“Hey...” He pulls off his glove and holds his hand out for Piper to take and waits for her to give him her name.

“Piper.” She accepts his hand. “It’s Piper.”

“Do you have plans tonight, Piper?”

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