Page 111 of Playing the Pucking Game
If I’d have been signed to another team, we probably wouldn’t be a part of each other’s lives at all, and that thought is fucking horrifying.
Parker, despite being completely unaware, has always been one of my favorite people. The thought of going through life without her being there, even if it is at a distance, doesn’t sit right with me.
But suddenly, she’s closer. Closer than she’s ever been, and it’s reminding me of how everything used to be. How much I like hanging out with her. How much fun bickering with her is. How fucking hot she is even when she’s not trying.
Just like tonight.
Get it together, Storm.
She’s right.
We can’t do this.
She’s just starting a new job. The last thing she needs is to be tangled up with you.
Dragging in a couple of deep, ragged breaths, I will my body to cool down before pushing from the wall.
Not ready to crawl into bed, I walk out into the hallway, and the second I cross the threshold, my eyes dart to her door.
It’s closed.
Parker never closes her door, thanks to a prank Rett pulled on her years ago. The fact she’s done it now to put a barrier between us has a fresh wave of self-hatred racing through my veins.
My legs move me forward, and in only seconds, I’m standing before her closed door.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the handle and silently crack it open.
I hate the idea of her waking up in the night, seeing it closed and freaking out. I’ve already fucked up enough tonight.
I only push it open an inch. I don’t want to be caught—I just…
“Oh god.”
Panic sends my heart lurching into my chest the second her voice hits my ear, but when nothing else follows, I relax.
But then…
Holy shit.
Is she...?
Buzzing fills the air, and when another soft moan hits my ears, I know exactly what’s happening on the other side of the door.
Knowing that I got her so worked up earlier when I barely even touched her sends a fire shooting through my veins.
Desire descends and my cock swells again.
As much as I hate that she ran away from me, knowing that she immediately started getting herself off sure takes the sting out of it.
She whimpers, and I squeeze my eyes closed, picturing her lying on my guest bed with her sleep shorts kicked off and her legs spread.
It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to let out a groan of my own.
I bet she looks so fucking beautiful right now.
Did she leave her top on, keeping her perfect tits covered, or has she stripped that off too, so she can tease her nipples?
Fuck. I bet they're hard and begging for attention.
