Page 8 of Playing the Pucking Game
It’s New Year’s, and I’d rather be giving Parker a ride and then going home than continuing the party.
I guess it hits all of us eventually.
“Cancel your ride,” I instruct as I successfully move her forward. To be fair, it’s not exactly hard. I’m sure I bench press more than her body weight daily.
I’m under no illusion, though. Parker is a beast.
Her strength and endurance have always been outstanding.
I remember training with her as a kid. Rett and I would never admit it out loud, but she was always faster and more agile than us. And she’s hella strong.
I might not have worked with her yet, but I already know that she possesses the strength to make all of us weep in pain.
Something tells me that she’s excited about it too.
My sexy little sadist.
“What the fuck has gotten into you tonight?” Parker asks as we close in on my car.
I snort a laugh. “Funny. You’re usually hassling me about who I’ve gotten into.”
Parker gags dramatically.
“You know, for someone who claims not to like me, you sure are interested in my love life.”
“Love life?” she balks.
“Okay, bad choice of words,” I reason.
“I don’t give a fuck who you fuck,” she drunkenly shouts. “But I can’t get away from it. Every time I open my socials, there’s some story about your wayward dick.”
“Aw, babe. Look at you worrying about me not being able to control my dick.”
“Get over yourself, Storm. I’ve never worried about a single part of you, least of all your dick.”
Car lights shine from behind us, and Parker halts.
“That’ll be my ride.”
“I said, cancel it,” I hiss, giving her little choice but to continue forward.
“B-but?—”
“Don’t be a pain in the ass, Donnelly.”
She huffs as we come to a stop beside my car.
Reaching around her, I pull my passenger door open and wait.
“Don’t make me put you in there.”
Sliding my hand from her back to her hip, I crowd her. She can either get into the car, or press herself against me, and I know which she isn’t going to do willingly. Such a fucking shame.
“You drive me fucking crazy, Storm,” she seethes before dropping into my car with a huff of irritation. I smirk as she puts her belt on and then sits with her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes staring straight ahead.
I don’t know what it is about Parker, but her defiance gets me every fucking time.
Shaking my head, I slam her door and jog around to the driver’s side to join her.
