In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

Our eyes meet and we study each other. I struggle to find the right words to say. I want to say I’ve never stopped thinking about her, that she’s a terrific mom, and more gorgeous than I remember. That I’ll never leave again and won’t stop until both of them are mine. That I want her more than I’ve wanted anything. I want my name on her back. On her driver’s license. On her lips. But those things will scare her away.

Absence makes the heart grow obsessive, or whatever.

“You still taste like mine.” Her back hardens and eyes glisten. “Don’t say—” “You’ve always been mine, Raleigh.”

“Right there!” I growl. “Look how gorgeous you are, coming on my fingers.” She moans louder in response—I’ve hit my mark. “Look at your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, this delicious pink pussy.”

“...But as soon as I slid inside you, it was like a switch flipped in my brain. Like, that was it. My vision was perfectly clear and you were all I wanted. My heart was at peace. My soul was on fire. Life seemed brighter and more optimistic. It felt like we were… I don’t know, like we had already known each other and I knew it would always feel like that when we were together. I knew you were someone important I didn’t want to let go of. I’d not felt anything like that before you and I’ve never felt anything like it since. Well, until I found you again.”

“How the fuck can you grind against my face if you’re hovering above me?” “Come on, don’t. I’ll suffocate you.” Bullshit. If I die with her on top, it’ll be from drowning, not suffocation. Not a bad way to go. “I said sit. I’m a grown man with a fucking appetite. Get your pussy down here. All of your weight, stop fucking around.”

want all her clawing, scratching, and biting. Untamed. I want to witness her devolve into a fiery goddess while she fulfills her most basic need with me.

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

“I love waking up next to you, baby… even when we’re covered in piss.”

“Yeah. We’re all happy sometimes. And we’re all sad sometimes too. Mom says there’s lots of feelings inside us and we have to listen for when they need to come out. Happy ones come out more than sad ones, but she says even the sad and angry ones need to get air every once and a while.”

“No you won’t. Now be quiet while I eat my dessert or you’ll wake our son.”

“I’m not cleaning you up. You wanted my cum, so you’re going to keep it. Every drop.” He pulls out, and the warm sticky fluid leaks from me. He swipes it with his thumb and pushes it back inside. Holy. Afterward, he gets off the bed but brings one knee up on the edge. His cock is glistening, slick with the mixture of us. He looks down at it and back at me like he’s waiting. Does he expect me to…? “Crawl.” He nods and takes a slow inhale through his nose. “Every drop, love.”