Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

When it comes to love, the book is always better.

Felt

“You play hard, you party hard, and you⁠—” “Fuck hard?” “And you’re a womanizer. Just because I was in a committed relationship, doesn’t mean I can’t spot a fuckboy. You’re not coming near my vagina.” “I could come on your back if that works better?”

The gasp I gusp

“Well, that’s good, because I only take home good girls who ask nicely.” She tries to act flippant, but I saw her pupils dilate. Somebody’s got a praise kink . . .

I mean… who doesn’t?

Bank Teller morphed into Banks, and eventually Banksy.

Okay this makes more sense for the chapter heads now.

“Try doing it with seven bars in your cock,” I growl, submerging. “Acts like a fuckin’ heatsink.”

Sorry?! A Jacob’s ladder 👀

“Hard pass. How do you jack off with that shit? Your dick looks like Inspector Gadget.” “Very happily.” I love my ladder, and so do all the women that climb it.

I also am curious about this

“Dog person. Cats don’t have eyebrows, and it freaks me out.” “You’re weird.”

YES. ITS SO HARD TO UNSEE

I heard him tell his father over the phone that spouses can’t be forced to testify against one another.

That’s not foreboding at all

but I no longer have control over my lizard brain

It’s okay it happens to the best of us

Jordan: Same way I take my men. Down your throat? Me: Oh? Jordan: Ground up and in the freezer.

Same girl

Dropping my gaze to his pierced, Pringle-can dick, I gasp like the wind has been knocked out of me.

PIERCED. PRINGLE CAN. DICK

I’m an absolute slut for a backward ballcap.

My. God. Same girl

I’m surprised I didn’t see a sticker on his dick earlier that read WARNING: ADVANCED COCK. NOT FOR BEGINNERS. FUCK AT YOUR OWN RISK.

I SNORTED. STOP IT

I enjoy a good why choose.”

🤝

Big tough Bryan scared of pink silicone penises.

Bryan the bitch boy

“Thaaat’s my fucking girl,” he growls.

I’m panting like a dog

“Stop being prim and proper and show me what a filthy slut you are when nobody’s looking.” I gawk at him, shocked, speechless, and soaked.

Woof w

“Everyone thinks you’re so demure, graceful, and elegant. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy it is to watch the sophisticated Jordana Landry transform into my perfect cum slut?”

“But when you tilt your head up like that for me, I know you’d rather wear my hand around your neck than anything from Harry Winston. You need someone to worship and fuck you the way you deserve. Because deep down, you’re a needy little whore, aren’t you?”

Jfc

“Maybe I should tattoo a diamond necklace on the back of my hand . . . that way I can dress you up whenever I want.”

PANTING.

Me: K.

I can’t deal with the K. It gives me anxiety

make a note to thank her later for doing such great work.

That’s so weird. I would never

My lower back hurts, probably from sitting in the car funny or something.

Is this some kind of foreshadowing for something

Like when someone tells you not to think about pink squirrels, but suddenly, there’s a million of those little magenta bastards hopping around your brain.

Um.. yeah.. sure

I read to myself as the man in the story porks his girlfriend.

PORKS HIS GIRLFRIEND

If you want me, that’s how you’re going to treat me. Leave your ego at the door, I want everyone to know that you kneel at my feet.” I

I want this

Oh god, what is happening? I’m having a crygasm. I’m crymaxing.

💀💀

Love is a quiet trust. It’s familiarity and knowing someone, really knowing who they are deep down.

“You’re going to put it up yourself?” I jerk my head, feigning disgust. “No! I’m putting it in the living room, you sicko.”

STOP HAHAHAHAHhah

My palm rests on her throat, the diamond necklace tattooed on the back of my hand is centered perfectly with her neck, and I smile.

RAW. NEXT QUESTION