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Wedding photography isn’t my thing.
Jackson Carter. Captain of the Boston Blades. Otherwise known as my ex-husband.
“Did you just take a picture of his dick?”
“Blackmail.”
Considering my worst transgression of late is accidentally tossing half a burger into a recycling bin, the unyielding attraction seems a bit unfair.
Ex-wife of Famous NHL Player Interrupts Wedding of the Season by Flying Camera—Updates to Follow.
“Sorry, Father, I’ll always be the worst kind of sinner.”
“Don’t get her pregnant in the church, dude!”
The final shutter of the camera mimics the steady rhythm of my heart. One inappropriate photo down.
“Perhaps we can hold off on the impregnating until after we exchange vows?”
I love my job. Some days, it feels like enough.
Why are you thinking about the damn rug? Ahem.
Honestly, it was all very reminiscent of a whose-dick-is-bigger competition.
Either way, not even a symbolic ten-inch penis can change my mind.
Seeing Jackson in his element does funny things to my stomach and inevitably leads to devouring a gallon of Moose Tracks ice cream in a single sitting.
The Cold War has reached Boston, Massachusetts, my friends.
Where’s Ben & Jerry when you need them?
I’m going to kill him—and I’m going to make it hurt, too. His precious hockey stick right to the twin pucks between his legs.
Damn you, Jackson. Damn. You.
Even. I almost snort. Holly and I aren’t even close to being even. Not in this lifetime.
What else did you expect? Y’all aren’t married anymore.
“You’re really that pissed off that I did you a solid?”
“I wouldn’t use the word ‘blackmail.’”
And this is why you can’t be friends with your exes. Nothing good ever comes of it.
“God, your ego knows no bounds, does it?”
Patience, girl, have some damn patience. Unsurprisingly, patience has never been a virtue of mine.
he looks way too good for my peace of mind.
Marriage is compromise in its greatest form.
Marriage is compromise, yes, but never at the expense of who you are.
“God, give me strength to not take this man’s hockey stick and shove it so far up his ass, he’ll be waddling for weeks.” A minute pause. “Amen.”
Otherwise, I’ll be right back with the wine, the tears, and the Chinese food all over again.
I’m sporting wood. For my ex-wife.
“Masturbation in the bathroom won’t get you into the Mile High Club, Carter. Plus, no one on this plane wants to sleep with you.”
Sometimes romance isn’t cuddle sessions and lingerie—it’s clinging to the edge of the mattress and praying you don’t topple over when your wife decides to hog the entire bed.
I want to hop into his lap and tell him thank-you in the way he’s always appreciated most—with my lips wrapped around his cock and my hands cupping his balls.
Headphones. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that Jackson is trying to woo me.
They’re looking to avoid injury, and we’re out to dominate and draw blood.
“You in the fat-and-squat-cock club, buddy?”
I know why I’m childless, but now it all makes sense for you.”
“You, Captain, have been deleted from my memory card.”
“How about we act like we’re professionals? No talking about orgasms.”
Rock meet bottom: feeling hot and bothered as he tempts me with groans and happy sighs over the phone.
You love too dang hard and they never deserve it or you.”
“I’m not that crazy ex who’ll hover over your shoulder and watch your every move. I’m the cool ex.”
“Please don’t talk directly to my dick.”
The last time we were together, I had my tongue down her throat and she was grinding on me like she’d taken up mechanical bull-riding and was determined to ride until her minutes were up.
Well, in the last two weeks, she’s ruined my goddamn peace of mind.
The NHL doesn’t breed pussies—and
“No, sweetheart,” he whispers against my ear, voice rough, breath warm, “you’re goin’ to come all over my cock. Any objections?” I swallow. Lick my dry lips. “Not a one.” “There’s my girl.”
The pleasure coils tighter, and with a gasp, I come just like that. On my back, sprawled across the hood of a car. Exposed to the dark, to my ex-husband. Limbs shuddering and shaking.
