The Wrong Order (Boston Mishaps Book 1) by Riley S Baron

Author:Riley S Baron [Baron, Riley S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

sixteen

CAL

My knee was fucking killing me, but it had held strong, thank God. The moment I'd felt that stick against the back of my leg, I'd overcompensated so I didn't land on it. It was probably the only reason I was able to get back up. Hitting the douchebag may have felt all kinds of good, but it wasn't right. Just because Calgary had played dirty, using every weakness that our team had against us, didn't mean that resorting to their level was good gameplay. Coach was going to be pissed. There was a very real chance that he'd be benching my ass.

I was alone in the locker room after getting expelled from the ice. I'd already changed out of my kit, packed my duffel, and now sat contemplating my actions just like Coach wanted as though I was a naughty toddler and not a thirty-four year old man. My anger simmered when I swiped my phone up and saw Lenny's text, chuckling at the thought of Marcus giving her the same shit that I'd forced myself to drink.

Me: Your pussy was definitely worth the wait, but I didn't actually drink all of it. I enlisted Marcus into dumping it when you weren't paying attention.

Me: I think you should make it up to me by greeting me naked on your knees and taking my dick like a good girl. I'd forgive you anything then.

We played against Montreal before we got to head home, but I was suddenly ready to call it and go home. I didn't want to sit on the bench, watching the game pass me by all because Coach and the Doc were too fucking scared to let me play on a less-than-perfect knee. If I couldn't play, I didn't want to fucking be there. I was tired of being second-guessed, questioned on how much I could handle.

The ping of my phone was a welcome distraction, drawing me out of my depressive thoughts. I should have been worried about the clench in my chest when I saw Lenny's name, but I found she was exactly what I needed. She was becoming a light at the end of a very bitter tunnel, beckoning me through the misery of my thoughts. Even when I was having the worst fucking day, Lenny somehow turned it all around with a look, a word, a touch, her fucking presence.

Swiping open our chat, I groaned at the selfie that filled my screen. She was wearing the jersey that I'd gotten for her, bunched up so that the underside of her tits was showing. She'd opted for a pair of yellow cotton panties with little hockey sticks and pucks scattered over them which made me grin because I knew she'd gotten them just for me. Her lush bottom lip was pinched between her teeth, and the look in those emerald eyes promised all sorts of dirty, sinful pleasure.

Good Lord, if I could opt out of the rest of these fucking away games and head home, I'd do it just to see her wearing those panties and nothing else.

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