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.)

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.

“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.”

“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.”

“What else do you want, baby? The moon? I’ll bring it out of the fucking sky for you.”