Play the Game (Blue Devils Hockey, #1)

by S.J. Sylvis

I pause. There is no going back if I give him the okay. “Please, Scottie,” he begs, rubbing himself against me. I’m done for.

“Make me yours,...

“Fuck,” he rasps. I gasp with pleasure when he pushe...

“God, you were fucking made for me...

“Mine,” he grits before pumping into me one more time.

Scottie leaves her mark on everyone, even if she doesn’t realize it.

I become irrationally angry when I reread her text. I’m about to make it my sole purpose to show her how much I miss her after every away game.

Hell, maybe I’ll show her how much I miss her when I’m just at practice for a few hours.

You’re asking for trouble again, wife.

Guess you’ll have to punish me.

Emory smirks while sneaking his hand down the front of my body and in between my legs. He groans. “Ah, fuck. You do like being punished.”

“I just like you,” I admit. I love the way he touches me, like he knows exactly what I need and wants to give it to me.

“But I’m your husband,” he whispers, dipping down to his knees. “You’re supposed to love me.” If he keeps it up, I just might.

Omg yes 😍😍😍

“Tell your husband how much you love him, and then maybe I’ll put you out of your misery.”

“Fine,” I say. “I love you.” I do. I really think I do.

“Tell me you’re mine, Scottie.” I feel his gruff voice against my skin when he leans in closer to my ear. He’s so possessive of me, and it seems so real.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, taking me deeper with his other hand wrapped around my waist. “Let go for me again. I’ll catch you every time.”

“Tell me you’re mine again,” he groans, pumping into me faster and faster.

“I’m yours,” I moan, tightening around his cock.

“Fuck, you’ve got a hold on...

All I know is that somehow, between the moment she cornered me in the arena bathroom and now, she’s become my favorite thing in the world.

He turns away. “No surprise you’ve fallen in love with your fake wife.”

I have tunnel vision, and the only thing I see is her. God damn. She’s mine.

“When I touch you…” His words fade as he drags his hands lower, cupping me around the ass. “Whether it’s in front of a crowd or inside our home…” Our home. God, I love the sound of that. “It’s because I want to.”

He clicks his tongue. “What kind of husband would I be if I denied my wife?”

“Such a good girl,” he mutters, pulling on my earlobe with his teeth. He fingers me deeper, and I move against his hand faster, showing him how good of a girl I can be for him.

“You like to be my good girl?” I nod timidly and lean against the sink.

“Then you’re going to be my good little wife and let me fuck you in this bathroom.”

“Emory.” She says my name like it’s her lifeline, and I love it.

I’m in love with her. I’m totally fucking in love with her.

I settle into my seat and smile. Who would have thought that a simple marriage of convenience with a feisty woman who tried to exploit me in the arena bathroom would turn into this?

She looks away before swinging her eyes back to mine. “I have nothing to offer you,” she admits.

“All I need is you,” I say.

A breathy sigh slips from her lips, and I fall for he...

“Get out of the car before I end up behind bars for publicly fucking my wife in broad daylight.”

There they are. My favorite words: my wife.