Sin Bin (D.C. Stars, #5)

by Chelsea Curto

For the ones still trying to figure everything out. You’re not behind. There’s so much time, and something even better is waiting for you on the other side. (And for the readers who love when the six six grumpy hockey coach gets on his knees and begs. Brody Saunders is for you.)

“You don’t know anything about me. I could be a serial killer,” I say. “I could probably fix you if you were.” She lifts an eyebrow, voice dropping low.

Fucking you against a wall would be a great way to start another year.

I’ve always been drawn to people who would burn the world down for me if given the chance, and I have a feeling Brody fits that characteristic to a tee.

“Would he have a problem with your sexual preferences? If so, I’ll rip his throat⁠—”

“I could go for two fingers,” I murmur, looking at him over my shoulder. When I do, I catch his eyes moving away from my ass. There’s a guilty expression pulling at his lips. “Maybe three. I bet I could take it.”

“You asked me what I do for fun, Hannah, and tonight it was thinking about all the ways I’d fuck you if I had the chance.”

“It is my birthday,” he murmurs. A justification for why he should give in. The reasoning behind his decision. “It is.” “And I’ve been so fucking good this year.” “I bet you have.”

“Fuck it,” he says, losing the war with himself. A battle I’m glad to win. “I don’t give a shit anymore,” he adds, and his lips crash against mine.

“Jesus Christ.” “My name is Brody, sweetheart. Try to get it right next time.”

“I like to fuck my women where I can enjoy them.” His fingers work the zipper on his jeans, pulling down the fly before popping open the silver button keeping them on his hips. “Where I can eat them out until they come.”

“I’ll make it so good for you. Let me get you out of my fucking head. I want—I need to make you come.”

I’ve never relied on another person to be my source of happiness, and he’s not going to be the first.

You’re not a mistake, Hannah.” “I know I’m not. I’m a goddamn prize,”

“I learned a long time ago that family isn’t something you’re born into. It’s the people you find along the way, and I’m really glad I found you all.”

There are far worse things in life than being on my knees.”

“And not because I’m embarrassed of you, but because I’m selfish, sweetheart. What’s mine is mine, and I don’t want anyone else to see what they can’t have.”

“God.” Hannah drops her head against the seats behind us. “I forgot how talkative you are in bed.” “I’m happy to remind you.” I pull down on her bottom lip with my thumb. “And stop calling me god, sweetheart. You know my name. You screamed it last time, didn’t you?” “Careful, Brody.” A palm, right over my cock. Thank fuck it’s dark as hell outside so the driver can’t see what she’s doing. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll make you get on your knees.”

“No. Let me see the flower again.” “This one?” My left hand slides up her neck, wrapping around her throat. “Look at you wearing my jewelry.” “I’ve always liked necklaces.” Her eyes flutter closed. She sighs, the strap of her dress slipping down her arm. “The tighter the better.”

I’ve always thought a man looked infinitely better when he was on his knees, and Brody is proving my theory correct.

“I’ll buy you a new pair. A hundred pairs. I’ll do whatever you ask, but only because I know how wet it gets you.”

It’s why I spread my legs wider. It’s why I reach out, curl my fingers under his chin and say, “You look hungry. You should eat, Brody.”

“Finished in my fucking briefs,” he says, and my eyes snap to the front of his gray underwear. I see the wet circle on the cotton, the obvious effect I’ve had on him, and he covers my mouth with his hand. “No jokes. No calling me old. I’m fully capable of fucking you, and I’m going to.”

“Only if you don’t make fun of me,” I warn. “I’d never make fun of something that makes you happy.”

“Can you wear my shirt again? Backward, so you’re wearing my name when you come? Countless women have shown up to games in my jerseys, but there’s never been anyone I want to see in it.”

Then along comes Brody, with his magic fingers and magic tongue, and suddenly there are no issues. It’s like he’s written by a fucking woman.”

“I want you more than I want any other thing in my life, Hannah,” I murmur. “And when I win, I’m going to spread you out on the logo. I’m going to make you wait until you’re begging for my cock. Then I’m going to fuck you in the same spot my players will be tomorrow, and they’ll have no idea I made you come right there, just a few hours before.”

“Bring your thighs to your chest, Hannah, and let me fuck you like you’re mine. Because we both know you are.”

What else do you want, Hannah? The stars? The fucking sun? Give me a list, and I’ll give you everything you ask for.

“Have I told you how much of an honor it is to be the oldest guy you’ve fucked? And to be the only one who can make you come like this? You joke about my age, but deep down, you know it’s because you’re scared. Scared that this is so good, you’ll never find anyone better. Who knew that under those cute skirts and ribbons you like to wear was someone who just needed Daddy to take care of them.”

I took of Brody’s whiteboard, discovering the secret only for me. Mine.

“Did you fly back to DC? For me?” I ask. “You said you were lonely, and I missed you too.”

“You needed me, so I’m here. The lack of sleep is worth it, because this is exactly where I need to be. Where I want to be.”

“You went with me to buy my first bra. You pick up tampons for me. Is any of that weird?” “No. That’s the bare minimum.”

“What’s the magic word, Coach?” “Please, baby.”

“Am I sure that I want to fuck you without any protection because I see a future with you?” The pause is heavy, telling. A hundred things I want to say as I wait for him to keep talking. “Yeah, I am.” A future.

“I’ve been watching you longer than I’ve been watching you skate. You could never touch the ice again and I’d still think you were the most magnetic, magnificent thing in this universe.”

“In your dreams, Everett,” he whispers back, “Pretty sure you are my dreams, Saunders.” “And what a lucky fucking guy am I.”