Finding the Forward, Part One (HockeyVerse, #1)

by Jane Handler

was six-foot-six and solid, but as good as it got on this airline.

arrancamos con el pie derecho vv

“What’s happening, Kitten?” The endearment slipped out, because she reminded me of a scared little kitten. Like the ones we’d find on the docks as kids.

raw next question🥲

“Sorry.” I broke off the heated kiss. “I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’ve had a rough day.” Just because she smelled like she wanted me, didn’t mean she did. Verity’s look went coy as the sweet scent of her desire flared. She ran a manicured finger down my chest. “What if I want to be taken advantage of?”

Baiaaa golosa😂

Still, I indulged my husband as he adjusted his pre-game routine.

Comooooooo

My voice lowered. “Shared? Like you fuck him into me?” The image made me wet as I pictured Dean pounding into me as Grif took him. I’d try that.

Golosisimaaaaa

“That sounds ominous.” My belly twisted. “Give it to me. I hate the romance novels where the conflict could’ve been solved with an honest adult conversation.”

Graaaaaciasssssss

“Nope. Not good enough. That’s a bunch of bullshit, and you know it, AJ. We’re adults and you need to fucking talk this out.”

o seaaa esta responsabilidad afectivaaaa adopt me in to the pack please🥲

“We love you. See you later.” I blew her a kiss. “Bye, Sweetheart,” Jonas told her. AJ took the phone. “Have a good day, Princess.” “I’ll call you later. Love you,” Giff added, getting the phone from AJ. “I love you, too.” Her smile brightened, and we ended the call.

Senti cosas de Verity😅

growl ripped through the room as someone stood behind us. “What the fuck did you two just do?”

khe pero y este cliff hanger quede ice frio hielo