Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

“Okay, but you gotta help me get off the ice.” He shakes his head and leans down to whisper in my ear, “You still have to play Lucky Pucky. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you decide to give me shit about my skills at practice.” He kisses my cheek, winks, and skates off.

“Actually, you’re supposed to go up to the box. Mrs. Kucera is up there with your things.” Mrs. Kucera—Micky. I laugh at the formality, especially with how informal Micky is. We get up to the box, and I thank him for the escort. When the doors open, I’m met with balloons, streamers, and a couple of handmade banners that read: BANKSY’S MEMORIAL SERVICE and REST IN PEACE. The other women cheer and a champagne bottle pops. I freeze. “Holy!” Micky rushes me and wraps me up in a hug. “Congratulations!” “It wasn’t a proposal!” I laugh. “We know, but you took down the biggest player on the team, and that’s worth celebrating.”

“Hey, Sunshine.” He drops his bag, picks me up with his palms under my ass, and pushes me against the wall. I open my mouth to speak, and he kisses me with everything he’s got. Sigh. I can vaguely hear Micky and the girls leaving. “Congratulations, Jordan!” is followed by laughter. Barrett cuts in. “Close your eyes, Mini Bear. Uncle Banks is trying to play Lucky Pucky with his new girlfriend.”

Wrapping an arm around her, I pull her close to me and tuck my face into her shoulder to breathe her in. I drop kisses down the column of her neck, and she stirs, sighing softly. She lifts a hand and wraps it behind my neck. I feel the smile on her face. “I need to wake up.” Her voice is tired and scratchy. I smile. “Let me do it.” Peeling back the sheets, I get between her legs and drag her panties down.

I lick up her center, flattening my tongue, and repeat it until she turns boneless and sinks into the mattress. I love the way she tastes. Dipping my tongue inside, I take more because I’m self-indulgent when it comes to Jordan. But how can I feel bad about it when her pussy was made for me?

Pushing up to a sitting position, she swallows as I force my fingers deeper. She pulls her top over her head, and when I see her piercings, my dick twitches. Blowing out a breath, I groan. “Goddamn, Sunshine . . . Those look so good on you.”

I enjoy hearing her whine like that, it shows her desperation. I suck her clit into my mouth and immediately pop off it.

“Please, Cam . . . Make me your slut. I’ll be a good girl. I need to come on your cock, sir.”

I spit on her clit and sit up, keeping her still by pressing my hand to her stomach, pushing inside her and feeling it through her abdomen. It’s such a turn-on to feel her getting fucked under my palm. She cries out and opens her legs for me. “You can’t get enough, can you?” Her head shakes back and forth, and she holds her knees apart. I thumb her clit again. “I love making you my slut. You are being such a good girl for me, spreading your legs like that. Now ride me so I can see exactly how you get yourself off with my cock.”

She smiles and I roll us, putting her on top. Her pierced nipples are killing me. I won’t tug on them yet because they’re still tender, but in a week, I won’t be able to keep my hands off those little barbells. She rises to her knees, and I glance at the healing tattoo on...

“It’s Bryan.” At first, I’m angry, but my features soften, and I smirk. “Hand it to me.” Jordan leans over, plucks my phone off the nightstand, and passes it. She begins to dismount, but I hold her in place. “No, you’re going to bounce on this dick and keep fucking yourself on me until you get off.”

“Do you seriously think I’m going to step aside and let you eat my lunch?” he says. “I already have . . . I can still taste her on my tongue. God, she’s sweet.” I groan and slide a finger under her clit. Her eyebrows soften as she whimpers. “You can’t put a price on happiness.” “You can, actually.” Jordan’s eyes twinkle with rage when she realizes the nature of his call. “Then, tell me, Bryan . . . why are you still so fucking miserable?” she interrupts. “The best thing you ever did was fuck my best friend, the best thing I ever did was fuck yours. The only difference is I love Camden. You only love yourself, and that’s why you’ll end up alone. When are you going to realize that everyone in your life is simply putting up with you?” She’s hot when she’s angry.

Her hips snap, and she’s right on the edge. I smirk. She’s getting off on taking back her power from him. I set the phone on my chest and clutch her throat with one hand. “That’s it, Sunshine. Tell him how good I make you feel.” I rub her clit faster, and her eyelashes flutter as she rocks into me, her voice hitches. “You lost, man. It’s over,” I say. “Eyes, Jordan . . .” She blinks open and her body clenches. Christ. My smile stretches ear to ear. “That’s my girl.” With hands planted on my chest, she rolls her hips as she comes. Her breathy cry is so fucking sexy. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was putting on a show, but the sounds she makes when she orgasms are this sensual every time. “That’s what it sounds like when she comes. Thought you’d want to hear it since you never got to experience it yourself.”

Sitting up and cradling her back, I bring her lips to mine. “What a good wife you’ll be.” Her sigh tells me she’s ready to go again. She pushes me to the mattress and grinds, then braces a hand on my neck. She’s earned my submission this morning. I grab her other hand and place it overtop, wrapping her grip around me. “Now squeeze. You have all the power, baby.” A smile creeps onto her face. Her muscles tense and she groans. Clutching her hips, I fuck up into her. I won’t last like this. Her cunt has an iron grip. Shit. “Just like that. Milk my cock and show me how much you love my cum.”

“Fuck, Sunshine.” My ass clenches, and my balls draw up. I explode into her, cum spilling out of her as I thrust through my climax. I don’t know if I’ve ever had that much volume before, but seeing her hold her ground and take control, made me feral. She’s my every desire rolled into one and has me wrapped around her finger. She will forever have my heart. “I’m so in love with you, Camden.” I flip us, drop to my elbows, and kiss her with everything I have. She’s worthy of so much love. I plan to give her double.

She stalks toward me with a smirk and gives me a shove. I stand and catch her around the waist to carry her over my shoulder. While I stride into the living room, I fish my phone from my pocket and video call my parents. Mom’s been blowing up my shit since I dropped to my knees for Jordan at center ice. I dump us on the sofa while it rings and pull her into my lap. She tries to scramble away, but I hold her flush to my chest.

Jordan gives an appreciative smile and relaxes into me, and I dip my chin and bite her shoulder. She blushes and smacks my leg. “Camden! Don’t bite her!” my mom scolds. “What? She likes it!”

Jordan is savage. On the outside, she’s sweet and feminine, but she’s got a fierce streak that’s almost frightening. She’s a bad bitch with zero fear. And she’s mine. Just when I think I can’t love her more . . .

Then we cuddled. And kissed. And cuddled again. I’ve never experienced anything so sensual without actually having sex. My heart was pounding, and she had me hard as fuck, but we connected with each other in a way that was equally powerful. We stayed in each other’s arms until sunrise.

“Goddamn, you are gorgeous like this,” he says, removing his hand from my clit and pointing to the mirror in the corner, where only a sliver of us can be seen on the edge. “I wish he could see you now, bent over in the position he always made you get into . . . while you get off to his downfall.” I chuckle. “Wish he could see you behind me when I do.” Dropping onto all fours, I look back at him and smirk. He shakes his head at me. “Ruthless.” He draws out and plunges deep, my nails sink into the blankets as he takes me on all fours with long strokes. It’s heaven. I love his touch, the way he grips and manipulates my body. Reality is fuzzy, everything feels so good. Slick arousal coats my thighs, and my stomach clenches, as the orgasm builds. “You’re dripping,” he says, his hand wrapping around my hair. He wrenches my head back, forcing me to look straight ahead. “Look at him, Jordan. I want you to look at his pathetic fucking face as you come around my cock.”

There are moments in life you desperately want to hold on to, wish you could freeze time and space, bottle it up and take it with you. Open and breathe it in whenever you need to remember what it felt like to be alive. You wonder why it can’t be like this forever. It could disappear in seconds or hours, so you don’t dare move for fear of losing grip on euphoria. That’s what it’s like with Camden every time his arms are around me. I want to feel this content, this safe, this alive forever.

“How are we going to decorate it?” “Everything’s at home already. Although, the branches might be too weak for some of them.” “We can do the balls, those are light.” “If you play your cards right, you might do more than the balls tonight.” I waggle my eyebrows, and she nudges me with her shoulder. “You keep those puns up and I’ll roast your nuts over an open fire.” “Oh!” I laugh, amused that she’s joining in. “That’ll put you on the naughty list.” We stop at the truck, I drop the tree, and pick her up. She wraps her legs around me. That’s what I’m talking about. I’m two seconds from fucking her in the snow, with my truck being the only thing blocking us from an audience. “Is that a candy cane in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?” she whispers.

I reach under her thighs and pick her up, pinning her to the door. “God, I love you. How did I get so lucky?”

“Well, I’ve imagined fucking a pretty girl while holding the Stanley Cup since I was twelve. Let me have my moment.” I smile and lean back to give a better show of my piercings as I slide up and down his length. “Fuuuuck. Just like that . . .”

Minutes later, he gathers me up and carries me to the en suite bathroom. The scent of sandalwood and eucalyptus surrounds me, giving our already luxurious bathroom a spa-like ambiance. He’s set out sea sponges and bath oils and has even lit a few candles. It’s romantic.

I have wished for this so much.

He perches me on the edge of the tub, with my feet submerged as I acclimate to the temperature. Cam sinks into the water first and brackets my waist with his large hands, dragging me into the bath. Tattooed arms cross over my front as he hugs my body close to his chest. My eyelids become heavy as I’m cradled in the warm water, and I sigh, totally at peace.

“I never thought I’d ask a woman to marry me. I never imagined I’d find someone who could make me feel something beyond physical attraction. I thought that being in love would feel like infatuation. Those heart-pumping, brain-scrambling, intense feelings of need. All the time. But it’s the opposite. Love is calm—it’s tranquil. It’s a feeling of mutual connectedness whether I’m thousands of miles away or in the same room. It’s companionship and friendship and understanding.”

“Marry me, Jordan. Let me love you more every day.”

“Yes.” His eyes sparkle almost as much as the ring that he places on my finger, which fits perfectly. He cups my chin and leans forward, parting my lips and sweeping his tongue over mine with a smile. I grip his shoulders, and he drags me into his lap, letting me straddle his thighs.

I’m going to undo that column of buttons up her back and work her over in every way imaginable. With my thumb, I caress her tattoo. I love this woman. “Thank you for not covering your freckles today . . . Now why don’t you push up that white dress, Mrs. Teller, and show me how wet you are.” I help her shove the billowy fabric out of the way, and my eyes nearly bulge at the hot-as-fuck bridal lingerie. Goddamn. She props up on her elbows and pushes her stiletto against my chest. “Show me you’re worthy, Mr. Teller. Put your face between my thighs and find out yourself.” My dick is so hard it hurts. It fills my chest with warmth to see her holding her ground with me. I’ll happily get on my knees and do anything she asks. She’s mine and I’m hers. Falling in love changed us.

I smirk, and my hand finds her throat so fast she jumps, her heel digs deeper into my chest. “I’m going to eat this fucking cunt because I want to. Don’t forget, wife, in the bedroom, you kneel for me.”

“Grab your ankles.” She bends and clasps her calves. Her spine arches when I dive in and devour her from the back, dipping my tongue inside to lap her up. I’ll never tire of this. For the rest of my life, Jordan will be the first thing I touch when I wake up and the last thing I taste before I fall asleep. It’s cute how fast she submits when I’m sucking her clit. Not so bold now, are we?

“Everything but the heels and your wedding ring.” Thank Christ I’m sitting, because the way she grins at me when unhooking her shelf bra, makes me weak in the knees. Those nipple piercings are begging me to play with them. “Now take out my fat cock and suck the way I taught you.” She unzips my fly, releasing pressure from the zipper against my ladder. My erection bobs out, she spits on it, and rolls her tight fist over me. I groan and cup her cheek. “That’s right. Be my dirty fucking wife.”

As soon as her lips seal over me, my eyes roll back. This woman could suck the chrome off a tailpipe. “Fuck, Jordan.” She moans around my length, and I pluck her nipple piercings, making her breasts jiggle. 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. My fingers tangle in her hair as I move with her, and she gradually hands over control. I increase the tempo, and we regard each other with endless trust and love. Her big brown eyes are fixed on mine, and my heart explodes for her. Her eyelashes flutter as I stroke her temples and praise her loud enough to hear over the glucking sound that soon fills the space.

“You have the sweetest fucking tongue . . . So precious, giving me control . . . That’s it. Every inch . . . Yeah, whimper those sounds I love so much . . .” The filthier I speak, the more she moans and shivers. I love how my praise affects her. Tears roll down her cheeks, and she drools a little. This woman is remarkable. I tug her hair back, pulling her off me so she can catch her breath. She gasps and pants, with trembling fingers on my knees. Her mouth opens again, and she nods when she’s ready for more. I cup her chin and push between her lips. Pretty manicured nails dig into my thighs, and I roar as I fuck her mouth, relishing the pain of her scratches. “Deeper . . . You like that, don’t you? Of course you do . . . So goddamn beautiful . . . I know it’s hard, baby, but you’re doing so well . . . ” When my balls draw up, I swipe my thumb across her chin and haul her into my lap, our lips crash together as she whines for more. My hand travels between her legs, and I smil...

“I want to be loved and fucked by you, every day, for the rest of my life,” she whispers. “Try and stop me.” She smiles. I crawl over her and rub my piercings against her most sensitive spot. “Promise to love you more every day,” I say, slipping inside. Her fingers fan out against the sheets, and those raspy moans slay me. Each barbell drags in and out of her tight entrance. I’ve fucked her enough times to know when she’s about to break, and she’s on the precipice.

They say if two people are meant to be, they’ll find each other. That’s what we did—that’s how I know she’s my soulmate. It wasn’t luck that placed us on this earth at the same time, it was destiny. She’s my twin flame. My one and only. My forever. She’s corrupted me—in the best way imaginable. THE END