Stand and Defend (Lakes Hockey, #4)

by Sloane St. James

“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?”

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.

“Stop being prim and proper and show me what a filthy slut you are when nobody’s looking.”

“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?”

This woman’s got an ass built for back shots but a face made for missionary.

“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?”

“That’s my perfect fucking girl.” I drop my mouth to her ear. “Maybe I should tattoo a diamond necklace on the back of my hand . . . that way I can dress you up whenever I want.”

Cam’s voice is in my ear again. “You think you can hurt me? Joke’s on you, sweetheart. I’m into that shit. Come on, break the skin. Make me bleed.”

“That is worth fighting for. It’s worth bloody knuckles. I will never make you feel the way he did. I will never try to control you or own you. But when my cock is inside you . . . I can’t help but feel like you’re mine.”

“Who owns you?” he grunts. “You,” I cry. He pulls me up, my ass tight against his pelvis. “No, baby. No one owns you. You’re too fucking vicious to have a keeper. But I’ll worship and love you for as long as I live to make you stay.”

“That’s right. Be my dirty fucking wife.”