Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

If I screamed, would anyone even hear me?

This place makes killer fucking muffins, and I wait all goddamn year for the pumpkin ones. Call me a basic white boy, I don’t give a fuck.

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

Screaming

I’m an absolute slut for a backward ballcap.

“Cramps? These aren’t cramps. This is my uterus so pissed off I haven’t put a baby in her womb room that it’s decided to rip out the insulation in all four walls and attic.

She’s worthy of so much love. I plan to give her double.

Swoon

“We’re not about to commit murder, are we? Because if that’s the case, I need to change my outfit.”