Strong and Wild (Lakes Hockey, #2)

by Sloane St. James

The guy standing at the door accepting a food delivery is shirtless, wearing only sweatpants. Gray sweatpants. They hide nothing—and homeboy is packing. If that thing was any bigger, he’d need it registered as a weapon. I’d let him beat me with it.

I look out to the stands to see a bunch of camera phones recording and homemade signs unfolding, referencing “hardcore pucking” and “sticking it in their five-hole.” I cock my head at Conway and mouth what the fuck while gesturing to the crowd. He shrugs. “Booktok. It’s a thing now.”

It’s not like I’m going down there to impress anybody. Oh, no? Ya sure about that? This doesn’t involve you, Brain. Stay out of Dick’s business.

I turn on my “Men Ain’t Shit” playlist and plow through each pretzel one by one. Now this, this is real. This is all I need. Chewy pretzels and cheese sauce, baby. There’s no way any man is better than this deliciousness.

Look at me seeing the glass half full and shit.

I knew instantly you were everything I needed. You consumed me. Our love is a fire, Freya. It’s strong and wild, and knows no bounds.” I laugh, my eyes swimming with tears, not caring there’s an audience behind us. “I promise to fuel it, be careful with it, and never let it burn out. You love me in the rarest of ways, and I want to love you for the rest of my life.” His glassy, emotion-filled eyes make me melt. “Will you marry me?”