In the Game (Lakes Hockey, #3)

by Sloane St. James

“Yours?” My voice is shaky. I swallow and shut my eyes. “Yeah, you taste exactly—” His tongue flattens against me and he licks again. “Like mine.”

“I’m going to call you every day. I want you to answer. If you block my number, I will come back here and find you.” She looks away from me with a trembling lip, and I tilt her chin up to look at me. “Never run from a bear.” Her lips part. “I never ran. You did.”

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

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