The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey, #3)

by Odette Stone

“If you’re wearing my ring, you’re mine. Not to be touched by anyone.”

“I’m going to be all over you tonight.” “What?” I squeaked. He looked apologetic. “I’m an affectionate guy when I date someone. Everyone in there knows that.”

“I’ve never seen Mica act like he’s acting tonight.” “What do you mean?” “The guy hates PDA.” I frowned. “No, he doesn’t. He told me he’s an affectionate guy.”

“You’re mine,” I told her. “You’re my wife, and this body is mine.”

It turned me on when I whispered in her ear, “Your body is mine now. It’s mine to fuck.” My words caused a deep shiver to wrack her body. With satisfaction, I pulled her tighter. “Go to sleep.”

“Jealousy can enhance the flavor of the dish, but too much and it spoils the meal.”

“Am I going to live?” His tone was dry. She lifted her chin. “Yes, but I thought your bride was going to collapse. She was that upset.” That made him smile.

Mica looked with interest in the review mirror at Jasper. “I think we should drink some vodka together.”

Charlie laid her hand on mine. “Are you okay?” I shook my head. “No.” My answer pulled her out of her sleep. “What can I do?” I worked and failed to keep the husky emotion out of my voice. “Let me hold you.” She snuggled deep against me. “Is that it?” “That’s everything.”