The Bad Boy Rule (Hellcats Hockey #1)

by Maren Moore

She nods as she hums and looks down between us, her curious gaze dropping once more to the cum on her pussy. My brow arches. Reaching down, I drag my thumb along the front of the wet fabric at her seam, causing her breath to hitch as I gather some cum on the pad of my finger and slowly bring it to her ...

“Look at the mess you made, G...

I rasp, feeling her swirl her tongue around the pad of my thu...

“Bet you never thought being bad would taste so...

Her long hair falls in deep waves around her waist, shining beneath the fluorescent light of the garage, and because I’m losing my goddamn mind, the first thought I have is how soft it was when I slid my fingers through it when she came on my dick and then swallowed my cum. Yeah, I’m fucking sick. All I’ve been thinking about is Lennon and her magical pussy, which has taken over my every waking thought. There are streaks of grease on her cheek, chest, and hands, and it’s a stark contrast compared to the pink, girly shirt and cutoff, blue jean shorts she’s wearing.

A deep laugh almost bursts out of me at the thought of Golden Girl changing a fucking tire in her frilly little skating skirt. Now, that’s a sight I’d pay to see.

Lennon turns to him, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug, and he laughs, gently giving her back a few pats before she untangles herself. Watching the two of them together, Tommy’s quiet reverence and care for the girl he’s only just met, and her… kindness and warmth shining in her eyes, it causes something strange to stir in my chest. Something foreign I wasn’t expecting. Something I can’t even really put my finger on. Tommy shoots me a wink and strides towards me, dipping his head to my ear so only I can hear, “She’s a good one, boy. You better take care of her.”

Would the familiar smell of gasoline and oil be replaced with the scent of her? Warm vanilla and honey that’s so sweet it makes my mouth water whenever I catch a whiff.

“If my tire’s done, um, I can get going. I know you probably have a lot of work to do, and I’ve already disrupted your evening.”

The corner of my mouth twitches, and I hold my stare.

“Or you could...

I don’t know why I offered or what the hell I’m thinking in the first place, but having her here while I work isn’t the worst thing. Might pass the time faster. Or maybe I say it because I just want her to be here. The re...

“Or I could...

she murmurs. I toss her a grin and grab my tools, then sit on the creeper. Her hands flatten on the hood of her car, and she lifts herself, plopping down on top. She’s so damn short her feet dangle, and it’s… cute. Fuck, I gotta get under this ca...

My stomach shouldn’t dip when he flashes me an ultra-rare smile, but God, does it. It might be the fact that I’m starving to death, but I’m pretty sure it’s just the Devereaux effect. That’s apparently a thing. That I’m clearly falling victim to.

“Here,”

Saint murmurs from beside me, voice suddenly low near my ear. I glance up at him just as his large palms slide along my waist, gripping my hips and effortlessly lifting me onto the tailgate. Like I weigh absolutely nothing at all.

“Thank...

I squeak, suddenly nervous at the contact....

“Wasn’t sure if your short little legs could make it up here,”

Saint teases with a smart-ass smile. I roll my eyes.

“Shut...

I take my first bite, the warm, savory marinara sauce flooding my tongue, along with spicy pepperoni and so. Much. Cheese.

“Oh my Gooood,”

I groan. My eyes slam shut as I chew slowly, savoring every ...

“This is swooooo ...

I say around a mouthful, which is hardly ladylike, but truly, I’m having an ...

“Howyyyy....

Saint l...

“I told you. Now, tell me I was r...

My eyes crack open, and I narrow them, shaking my head. He reaches for the burrito and snatches it from my hand in a single breath, holding it above my head. Damnit, his arms ar...

“Say...

I throw daggers at him with my eyes as he brings it to his mouth and takes a huge, ridiculous bit...

“Ew. Saint, what the hell? God, that’s worse than...

I screech, attempting to snatch it back. There’s a brief pause, and then his laugh spills out, the sound curling around me and causing my lower belly...

“Pretty sure we’re past t...

he r...

“Or did I just dream about you sucking my cum ...

I reach out, slapping a hand over his mouth, my face burning with embarrassment. I’m fairly certain I’ll never get used to his filthy mouth… nor the way it makes me throb. I feel his teeth nip teasingly at my palm, followed by the slow swipe of h...

“You’re ridiculous. You k...

All he does is smirk. And I use the opportunity to stea...

“Fine. Maybe… you wer...

He sucks his...

“Damn, I know that had to tas...

That’s the cruel thing about awareness. Once it hits, you can never go back to the way it was before. There’s only before and after.

Lifting my hand, I gently place it over his, and we stay that way, silence stretching between us, neither of us speaking or even moving. Just… existing in the quiet. Breathing beneath a starlit sky on the back of an old, rusted truck in an auto shop parking lot. Until he turns his hand over and threads his fingers tightly through mine, holding on like he’s afraid to let go.

I blame you for my pizza burrito addiction.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

And here I thought you were going to say you couldn’t stop thinking about the locker room. Guess I need to step my game up.

That was… memorable. Just not as much as that delicious burrito.