Page 86 of Playing the Pucking Game
“Sleeping. Last night was a lot.”
“Uh-huh,” he grunts. “That guy you met was a jerk.”
“Well, he seemed to love you.”
“Not as much as he liked you,” he mutters.
There’s something in his voice that makes me glance over at him.
I regret the move the second my eyes land on his face. He hasn’t shaved since we left, and the added scruff to his jaw only adds to his good looks.
He hasn’t said much about last night, but something tells me that he assumes I spent the night with the guy. Seeing as I don’t have to justify my actions to him, I allow him to continue thinking what he likes.
If Linc hadn’t come over, there was a chance I could have spent the night with him. And who knows, it could have been the best sex of my life. Or maybe he saved me from yet another disappointment when it comes to men. To be honest, that outcome is probably the most likely, but now I’ll never know.
I haven’t had a man in…well, ever, who hasn’t turned out to be a disappointment.
“Jealous that I had some fun while you spent the night listening to Kodie snore?”
“Who says I didn’t have any fun?” he asks, making something bitter and uncomfortable bubble up inside me. “I have girls ready and waiting in every city we go to. Look,” he says, pulling his cell from his pocket and opening up Instagram.
His inbox is flooded with messages from girls.
“You haven’t opened them,” I point out.
He chuckles at my confidence. “These are new girls trying their luck. I have a few trusted regulars who make life easier. Sometimes, it’s better the devil you know.”
“Ugh, you’re a dog.”
“Call me what you like, Little P. As far as I see it, I have a stressful job, and I need some stress relief every now and then.”
“Every now and then?” I echo. “Daily isn’t every now and then.”
He shrugs as if he has no cares in the world.
“Doesn’t it get boring?” I ask as the doors open and we move into his apartment.
“I could ask you the same about dating,” he points out. “The difference is, I’m only looking for some fun.”
“So am I,” I argue, although it’s a lie.
“Is that why you let them take you out to dinner so you can get to know them first?” he asks, quirking a brow. “If you’re only after fun, it doesn’t matter what his job is or if he’s funny. You just need a decent-sized dick and a man who knows how to use it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry for not wanting to fuck every asshole out there.”
He smirks. “Didn’t know you were into that. But each to their own.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I argue. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to spend time with decent people.”
“You might not want to admit it, but you’re looking for more, Parker.”
I roll my eyes, irritated that he can see through my bullshit.
“And you’re not?”
“No,” he states confidently. “I don’t have time for more. Hockey is my life. I have things I want to achieve, and having a woman in my life would be a distraction.”
“Is that what you think Casey is to Kodie?” I ask, offended on her behalf.
