In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

I swallow and resist groaning. Women goalies are so fucking hot. “So, can you still do the splits?” Please say yes. Please say yes.

For a second, I wonder if he’s feeling the same way I am, but that would be impossible. He’s Barrett Conway, and I’m the last condom in his drawer.

He opens his eyes and I burst into tears. I’m flooded with pure love. All the warm fuzzies times a million. I’ve never felt complete until this moment. He is the love of my life.

Can confirm this is how it felt when I heard my son cry for the first time. Ouch

“I’m really fucking tired of the way you talk about yourself.”

“They say parenting is only hard for good parents.”

my hair. I wear it down but keep the side part—they’ll have to pry the comb from my cold, dead fingers before I part my hair down the

She looks around and her eyes catch on Barrett. Two seconds later, Cora enters and halts in her tracks. “Shit, save some pussy for the rest of us.”

😂😂😂

Sex is one thing, but it’s a special kind of pussy throb when he takes care of my errands.

SEE

“Arthur, don’t ever whistle at girls like that, it’s rude and they don’t like it.” That’s a lie, pretty sure Barrett could catcall a fucking banana and it would start stripping its peel.

“And if you ever try to contact or step foot on this property again, I’ll shoot first… You understand, right? Isn't that how you people do it in the south? This is my family now. Not yours.”