In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

We have a mutual agreement: they use me for my body and I use them for a hit of oxytocin.

Good feelings come from dicks, not dinner.

“It’s not well-done, it’s what-have-you-done?”

Some babies come out through the tunnel, yours is coming out through the sunroof.

The last thing I want to do is move my legs, but if I don’t flush out this lactic acid build up, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I jump on the bikes at a low resistance. I’m on my last legs. Literally.

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

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

“Please tell me he wears your pussy like a gas mask.