Strong and Wild (Lakes Hockey, #2)

by Sloane St. James

For those who think praise and degradation go together like anal sex and aftercare. This one’s for you.

I’m not relationship material. Hockey is my wife, and I’m her faithful husband.

Until I find a woman who can match my level of wickedness, I’d rather fuck my hand than go through that song and dance again.

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.”

“I do. He’s an asshole, and I loathe him.” “Oh really.” It’s more of a statement than a question, but I answer her anyway. “Yes. If I was locked in a room with Stalin, Hitler, and Rhys, and given a gun with two bullets, I’d shoot Rhys twice.”

Good God, that man. Yes, hi. I’d like to make a deposit into my Jill till, please.

“Where do you want to do this?” He pulls out a chair and points at the kitchen table. “Get on. You eat your meals on the counter, I eat mine at the table.”

“You already make it a living hell. Being around you is like having a migraine and an erection at the same time.”