Page 229 of Playing the Pucking Game
She says nothing, and I begin to panic that I said too much.
Today has been…fuck, it’s been everything.
The highs have been incredible. But the lows...yeah, they’re best forgotten about.
“I know you’re scared. Worried about your job. But I swear to you, I won’t let anything happen.”
“How can you say that? You’re just a player.”
Okay, ouch.
She’s right, though. I am just a player. But I’ll lay down everything to ensure she doesn’t lose her position.
I’m not going to let her get this far to have it all taken away from her. She’s already lost too much.
“Parker, I just?—”
“Enough,” she says, holding up her hand to stop me. “I’m too tired for this,” she explains, her eyes glassy with tears.
You asshole, you’re making her cry.
“I’m sorry, I just—” I take a step forward, but my leg gives way and I stumble, cursing as my muscles pull.
“For fuck’s sake, Linc,” Parker complains. “Take your sweats off and get on the bed.”
Excitement flashes through me.
Not needing to be asked twice, I tuck my thumbs into my waistband and shove them down my legs before crawling onto the mattress and flopping onto my back.
Resting my hands behind my head, I wiggle my body.
“I’m all yours, pretty girl. Have your way with me.”
“I should send you back to your room with an ice pack.”
“Yeah, you probably should. But you won’t.”
She stands at the side of the bed with her hands on her hips. I desperately try to keep my eyes on her face and not allow them to drop to the way her nipples press against the thin white fabric of her tank. Honestly, the fact that it’s a little see-through is the only thing stopping me from demanding she strip it all off and pull my T-shirt on again.
“I’m going to sleep after I’ve done this,” she explains.
“Fine by me.” I smile up at her as she glares at me. But as she crawls onto the bed, she loses her fight, and her eyes trail down my body.
Shamelessly, I clench my abs, making the lines that disappear into my boxers even more defined.
“I know what you’re doing,” she warns.
“And I know that you like it,” I counter.
She shakes her head as she gets settled between my legs.
It’s dangerous, and my cock jerks in excitement. But as much as I try to talk him down, he doesn’t listen, and the second her fingers connect with my thigh, he swells.
She doesn’t comment. Instead, she focuses on the job she started back at the arena hours ago.
I groan as she digs her thumbs into my muscles in the most dizzying way.
She’s so fucking good at this. But then, she always has been.
