Page 21 of Pucking Tangled
Christ, he’d been sporting hard-on for Mia since the first time Casey introduced them two years ago. At the time, he really thought Casey was in love with the girl, so he stayed the hell away, respecting his teammate and honoring the whole ‘bro-code’ thing. And turned his attraction intostupid kindergarten games where he playfully flirted and teased her like an asshole.
He should have said no when Casey suggested she move in with them.
Now he was driving himself crazy thinking about the fact that she was just down the hall every night when he went to bed. And the fact that it seemed like she was getting closer to all of the guys.
Jealousy was never Waylon’s style. So what if she and Luca were friendly? And it wasn’t like she wasn’t friends with CaseyandOwen before she moved in. The other guys werenothis competition and Mia was not the kind of woman he could dominate and possess.
Maybe the better idea would be for Waylon to move out.
Get away from the guys.
The house rules.
Owen’s big brother/father figure bullshit.
Luca looked up to him like he was some kind of hero.
He could get his own place.
Escape all the pressure.
He wasn’t rolling in cash like Owen or even Casey, but he had a nest egg. He could afford it and a cleaning service to come in to scrub his toilets, keep the place picked up, and probably even do his laundry.
He could bring home as many puck bunnies as he wanted without worrying about being caught or told no.
Waylon paused.
Nah. Fuck that. Casey was right about one thing—bringing women homewas always a bad idea.
He snorted at the irony.
And then they went and moved one in.
Though Mia wasn’t anything like a puck bunny.
She was loyal to a fault.
Sexy as sin with her curvy body and that long blonde hair that he longed to tangle his hands in while he…
Shit.
And now he was hard all over again.
He needed to get it together, fast.
It was almost time to take the ice. He didn’t have time for distractions or to jerk off. Waylon turned off his phone and tossed it in his gym bag, walking into the locker room.
Forty-five minutes until puck drop.
He’d have to save the images of Mia choking on his cock, ortryingto stuff a ball gag in his mouth for later.
Much later.
The locker room buzzed with energy. Rock music pulsed low from Owen’s portable speaker. Gear rustled. Sticks were being taped. Several of his teammates were locked into their pre-gram routines with their heads down, focused and in the zone..
Waylon dropped his bag, started stretching and talking softly to his elbow pads. He knew it made him look insane but it was how he kept his head in the game since he started playing hockey.
“Left first, always left first. You know the drill. No surprises tonight,” he murmured, slipping one on with practiced precision. “You behaved in warmups, let’s keep it that way.”
