Block Shot (Hoops, #2)

by Kennedy Ryan

“Don’t regret this, Banner,” he says fiercely. “You don’t get to regret this.”

It’s jungle-level, my understanding that Banner is my mate. Fit for, fashioned for me. It’s not civilized or rational. It doesn’t acknowledge Zo or what other people would view as infidelity. To them, what we did here was wrong. To me, it was the most natural expression of the truth, even if it’s truth at its most vascular.