The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey, #3)

by Odette Stone

His jaw tightened as he looked me over. He felt strongly about this. “If you’re wearing my ring, you’re mine. Not to be touched by anyone.”

“What about the money?” She winked at me. “Spend it. God knows, living with that man, you will earn it.”

“Mica?” “You fell asleep.” “Who won?” His laugh sounded sleepy. “The person who stayed awake the longest, naturally.”

My eyes were wet, but I worked to remain impassive. “Your face is a mess.” He laughed and then winced. “Fuck, don’t make me laugh.”

Mica geared down to a red light and then tilted his head at me. “Why Mica the Savage?” Oh shit. “No reason.” Jasper talked over me. “Once she mentioned that she thought you’d be a savage in bed, and the name stuck.” I needed him to stop talking. “Jasper tends to overshare when he’s drunk.” Mica looked with interest in the review mirror at Jasper. “I think we should drink some vodka together.”

He gently grabbed my face and lifted it so I was looking up at him. “I think my wife needs to be reminded who she’s married to.” My throat felt so parched. I swallowed convulsively. “How are you going to do that?” His eyes traveled over my face. He leaned closer so his lips were against my ear, causing a deep shiver to wrack through my body. “I’m going to make you come so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.” My entire body reacted to his words. Every hair on my body stood up, my nipples hardened, my stomach tightened, and something flushed hot and wet between my legs. I really wanted to be reminded who I was married to. I couldn’t wait. “You’re so bossy.” “You don’t know what bossy is,” he promised.