In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

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

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.

She’s softer, curvier, more grabbable. I want to claim every inch of her.

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