Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

To my readers⁠— May you find your inner villain, and a partner worth taming it for.

Most people marry for love—and most divorces happen within five years. Love is overrated. Life is meant to be filled with hobbies, like traveling, Netflix, and reading. When it comes to love, the book is always better.

“Except for the bruises . . . or are you giving me those tonight too?” Off to the races. “Depends on if you’re a good girl or not.”

On the elevator up to our suite, she kisses my neck, and I’m already getting hard. See, this is all I needed. After this, it will all return to normal. When the elevator dings and we step out, I fish my phone from my pocket and open the hotel app to unlock the door.

Our relationship was not a fairytale by any means, but whose is? Fairytales aren’t real, ya know?

One of my rules in life is if it’s not an enthusiastic yes, then it’s a no. “I don’t know” is what you say when you can’t decide what to eat for dinner. It’s

She rolls her eyes at me. “Please, I’ve read the tabloids. I know all about you, Teller.” She proceeds to nibble on her scone, and my shoulders drop.

“You read about me, huh? Well, don’t keep me in suspense . . .”

After she swallows her bite, she smiles and dusts her hands clean of crumbs, preparing to give me the rundown. “You pla...

“Fuck ...

“And you’re a womanizer. Just because I was in a committed relationship, doesn’t mean I can’t spot a fuckboy. Yo...

“I could come on your back if that works better?” I wink, and she actually blushes. She’s cute. Most of the beautiful women I talk to are trying to sleep with me. It’s easy to acc...

Maybe because my brain gets off on breaking pretty things. The thought of corrupting daddy’s ivy-league princess gets me hard. All that money spent on finishing school only to be finishing on my cock with a big smile on her face. I’m sick.

Am I letting all the love stories in books and movies cloud my judgment? I mean, I’ve never seen a Nicholas Sparks marriage, have you?”

My stepdad, Bruce, and my mom are in love. They’re disgusting together. I’ve never seen two people more into each other. They’re best friends. He treats her with respect, he’s never told her how to live her life, never raised his voice with her, and he looks at her in a way my father never did. Bruce worships her. That’s how it’s supposed to be,

She’s a great girl, there’s no doubt in my mind she will find someone who’ll give her the book-worthy romance she speaks of. But it won’t be me.

All I can picture is her lips. Damn it, there’s no use ignoring this. I shove the suitcase away and pull out my cock, releasing a sigh. I turn around and drop to my knees. When I close my eyes, all I see is her big brown ones looking up at me. Is she as innocent as she appears, and more importantly, could I corrupt her? I want to see her pretty and depraved. I pant harder and imagine teaching her all the things she didn’t learn in her preppy finishing school. Things Bryan could never give her. “Can you be a dirty slut for me, sweetheart?” I whisper. I picture her smirk, the way her thighs felt when I squeezed them, how hot her pussy felt behind me on the bike. Her nipples poking through my shirt. That does it. Cum fountains out of the engorged tip. Each pump bringing more until I’m finally empty.

The male actor shoves the woman against the wall, and they start making out. “Oh, he’s doing the wall lean thing. Ugh, that’s so hot,” she mutters. I raise my eyebrows, entertained by how captivated she is by on-screen romance. For someone who suddenly hates marriage, she sure enjoys romantic gestures. The background music is right where it needs to be, hot and heavy. The characters move it to the bedroom. This pound-town soundtrack only makes me want to fuck her more. The heated friction between us isn’t helping. We get a view of the woman’s naked back as she rides him, and she throws her head back—naturally, her hair is the same color as Jordan’s. I’m being punished by the universe.

I pull her into me, my lips crash into hers, and she grips my shirt with both hands. Her scent permeates the air. I love it. Clean and crisp. She gasps, and I take advantage of her open mouth to taste her. I’d do anything to hear a gasp like that again. I swipe my tongue across hers. She tastes like toothpaste and her. My hand slides in her hair, then she moves her mouth in tandem with mine. This woman can kiss. Hard nipples brush against my chest, and I walk her backward into the doorframe. Her lips are perfectly matched with mine. She smells like heaven, and tastes just as good. It’s not enough. I want her legs around my waist and my cock buried deep.

He’s naked. Completely naked. Dropping my gaze to his pierced, Pringle-can dick, I gasp like the wind has been knocked out of me. I press a hand to my chest as if I transformed into a southern belle clutching her goddamn pearls. He’s walking across the room like it’s no big deal. His eyes reach mine, and he grins.

A built, tatted up, hot-as-hell hockey player—you’re telling me you wouldn’t look at his giant pierced penis?

when Cam walks into the kitchen wearing a T-shirt and gray sweatpants, which outline his cock perfectly—it has to be intentional. The sweatpants aren’t what kills me. It’s when he sidles up next to me and flips his baseball cap backward to help with food prep. I’m an absolute slut for a backward ballcap.

“So . . . Piercings, huh?” He looks down and laughs. “Yeah.” So many questions roll around in my head. “Did they hurt?” “A little pain once is worth a lot of pleasure later.” He winks. “Looked like the pain was more than once.” There were at least five bars. “It’s not only me who benefits from them.” “You’re such a whore,” I say, chuckling and shaking my head. “Does it really make that big of a difference?” “Want to find out?” he asks, raising his brows. He looks away and takes another hit. It was a joke, but it’s hard not to let my imagination run wild. He probably knows what he’s doing. He’s experienced, packing heat, and then there’s the piercings . . . 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.

“Would you fuck me? If I asked you to?” He stares at me for what seems like forever. His gaze travels over my body like a predator sizing up his hunt. “Yeah . . . Yeah, I would fuck you, Jordan. Is that something you want?” “I mean, I’m a little curious what it’s like.” Not just the piercings, but what it would be like to have sex with someone who isn’t Bryan.

I liked the idea of being submissive, I enjoyed the power exchange, but the way we had sex was the same every time. No foreplay, doggy-style, lights off. There was no variety. I always had to use my imagination to picture other things happening.” Camden’s throat bobs as he waits for me to continue. “I’d mentally change my setting, imagine him saying dirty things to me. And . . . ugh, this is so bad . . . sometimes I would even pretend there was someone else behind me.”

If I ever made noise, he’d tell me to be quiet because it would mess up his concentration. He never forced me or anything like that, but it felt like pity sex. The sex itself felt fine, but we never had that intense connection. It wasn’t like the stuff in books.”

“So what have you read about? Is there stuff you want to try?”

YES!!!!!!

Right away, a flush rises up my neck, and I giggle again. I take a hit, trying to stall. He smirks. “Oh, it’s kinky, isn’t it? Come on, tell me.”

I exhale the blue-tinted smoke and rattle off the bucket list I’ve memorized. “Breath play, blowjobs, kneeling, slapping, spitting, impact play, praise, some degradation, objectification, anal, being watched . . . being shared—I don’t think I could actually go through with it, I’m too mo...

“That’s fucked up, Jordan! Not your kinks—that’s great—but it’s blowing my mind he never tried to give you even one of those things!” He winks at me and tips his chin up. “So . . . is that what you want, Sunshine?”

“Oh, shut up.” I steal the joint back and watch the embers burn when I suck the smoke into my mouth. “Your turn. What kind of sex do you have?” I glimpse at his joggers and try not to ogle, but I’m pretty sure this conversation is making him hard. Prying away my stare, our gazes meet again. There’s a hunger in his eyes as he watches me. It makes my heart flip, pounding harder the longer he stares at me.

“It depends on who I’m with. I like to be in control, but only when I know sh...

“Are you good at sex?”

He laughs, but his smile is soft. He’s actually trying to be humble for once in his life, which means he’s probably gifted as fuck. “I think so.” His gaze is so intense. “I bet you’re good at it too.”

I gulp and break eye contact. I’m definitely not. I’m in my midtwenties and can count on one hand the number of blowjobs I’ve given. “I don’t have the exper...

Cam gives a subtle head shake. “I don’t buy it. I see how excited you are about trying new things—that’s everything. ...

The warmth that spreads through me pools...

“Shit, how the hell did Bryan ever snag someone like you? It doesn’t make sense. If you were mine . . .” He shakes his head. “Did h...

“I can’t come during sex.”

He sighs, sounding annoyed. “Do you want to?”

I scowl in defense. “What the hell kind of question is tha...

“Have you ever had an...

“Yes. I have no problem when ...

“How do you get yours...

I hold up my hand and wiggle my fingers. “Or toys, but they were a point of content...

“He was threatened by a ...

“Something like that.” It’s funny when I think about it that way. Big tough Bryan scared...

He barks out a laugh and sits up. “Jesus, Jordan, how long has it been since you’...

A flush rises in my cheeks. It’s embarrassment, not arousal. Is it really that bad? A sad smile spreads across my face. I’m beginning to think I’ve never been fucked properly. “It...

“Let me.” It takes a minute to grasp what he’s proposing, and a nervous laugh escapes. “Excuse me?” “Let me show you what it’s like. We’re both high, it doesn’t have to mean anything.” He can’t be serious. “No way.” I giggle again, shaking my head. “What are you afraid of?” “I just got out of⁠—” “He’s got nothing to do with it. This is only me and you. That’s it. It’s just sex.”