The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey, #3)

by Odette Stone

“I think it’s a terrible idea for me to get involved in this situation.” She tilted her head to the side. “Because you want to fuck him.” The air sucked out of my lungs, like she had sucker punched me. “Krista!” “For the past two years, you’ve stolen glances at him when you think no one is looking. Whenever I mention his name, your voice gets weird. And you’re as prickly as a cactus towards him. Only him.”

“If you cheat on me, I reserve the right to sleep with you.” What the hell?

😂 Charlie took the words right out if my mouth, “WTH” 🤦🏾‍♀️

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

That is fucking hot. His words reverberated in my ears. I had secretly lusted for the man for over two years, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine he would reciprocate my lust.

“I shouldn’t have bought them, but they made me feel… feminine.” She was killing me. “You deserve nice things.”

rueful

“How do you feel about your platonic roommate now?” I couldn’t even speak. For the first time in my life, I finally understood the female hockey fan. It wasn’t about the game or winning; it was all about the raw, unparalleled masculinity of these players.

I clutched Krista’s hand. “I married that.” She laughed long and hard. “You’re just getting that now?” My stomach was a mass of butterflies. I mentally made a note to never come out of my bedroom again. Until now, I had no idea what I was getting into. Now that I did, my best plan of attack was to retreat and hide.

“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.”

They say you should never believe your own hype, but I was falling under his spell, and just like everyone else in the room, I was believing his actions as truth. It felt too real, too intense, to be anything but.

“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.”

“I’m scared,” I blurted out. “Sweetheart, can you give me a moment? I’ll call you back.” “Okay.” I didn’t know why Mica needed to end the call, but I lunged for the phone when it buzzed again. “Hello?” “I can’t come home.” “I know.” “I asked, but they don’t love that idea.”

First, Mica called Charlie “sweetheart”…. Awww ☺️ Charlie didn’t catch on to the name of adoration because she is so scared Second, Mica tried to leave his 8 day hockey away game trip to come home to be with His Charlie hunny!! …. In this moment we realize he slowly falling for her just like she is slowly falling for him… awww 🥰

“So why were you in my bed?” I felt myself flush. “Because Zoey was coming over.” “You were in my bed with the dog before you knew Zoey was coming over.” There were a few reasons why I had crawled into his bed. It felt like him, which made me feel less lonely, and being in his room made me feel safer. “Your bed feels safe.” His voice went low. “Oh yeah, how come?” “It just does. Do you mind?” “Nope.”

“You got me a dog,” she murmured. “I did.” “I love dogs.” She glanced up at me. “Why would you do that?” I wanted to kiss her. “So you’re safe when I’m gone.”

“Promise me that tomorrow, when you catch me looking at you, you will think of how you came so hard over my fingers.” She lifted her head, looking down at my hand, watching as my fingers moved into her body. Her voice was weak. “I promise.”

“Who’s in control of you, Charlie?” “You are,” she panted. “Say my name.” “You’re in control, Mica.” My name sounded so sweet on her lips. “Good girl.”

“Want another one?” I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. “No,” she begged. “I can’t.” “I think you can.” I began to stroke her g-spot and pressed my thumb against her clit while my final finger pushed against her other hole.

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

“This is just the beginning,” I promised her as I kissed the rapid pulse in her neck. She nodded against my chest. We had crossed a line tonight that couldn’t be uncrossed, and I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted a woman, and I knew she wanted me too. Our situation was complicated but when she came near me, it was very simple. The chemistry between us was explosive and I saw no point in denying either of us this level of pleasure.

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.”

“Don’t test me. If your husband wants you to suck on his cock, you get on your knees and you suck.” Her eyes widened, and to my fucking amazement, she reached down and, through the towel, grabbed my dick in her hand. And it dawned on me: she wanted this as bad as I did, and she liked the dirty talk. A lot. She lightly squeezed me, making my lip curl. Holy fucking fuck. Her hand felt amazing.

“Jealousy can enhance the flavor of the dish, but too much and it spoils the meal.” “I’m not jealous.” “It’s okay, Mica. It only means you care. Which makes me very happy.”

This is just the beginning. Your body is mine now. It’s mine to fuck.

My survival had been up to me. Mica’s approach to our marriage was old-fashioned. He made it clear that it was his responsibility to take care of me, protect me, and keep me safe. His care healed something in me I didn’t know needed healing.

But when he touched me and told me I belonged to him? He felt like an addictive drug. I wanted to belong to him. I wanted to matter to him. You’re mine. You’re my wife and this body is mine.

“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.

“We decided this marriage would be more of a roommate situation.” Before I realized how much I wanted you. “Right.” “And this situation is only supposed to last until the end of the season. Until your contract gets renewed.” “That was our arrangement.” She turned and stared at me. I could see emotions swirling in the depths of her gaze. “I like you.” I solemnly looked back at her. “I like you too.”

“You’re afraid of getting hurt.” She took a deep breath. “I’m certain I’m going to be hurt. I am trying to control just how hurt I am at the end of this.” Her words felt like a hammer in my chest. “Charlie,” I breathed. “I will never hurt you.” Her eyes dropped, hiding herself from me. “When we end, it will hurt.”

“Charlie deserves the best.” That was pretty much how I felt about everything Charlie. She was my wife, and I felt this need to give her everything I knew she wouldn’t dream of asking for. Including the biggest tree on the lot. Ryan’s laughing expression caught my eye. “You have it bad.” “Define have it bad.” “You have feelings for her,” he accused. “Like real emotions that make you do things you’d never do.” I paused. “I don’t know what I’m feeling.” “Ha.” He pointed at me. “I knew it.”

My mom held Sasha in her arms, sipped vodka and watched from her seat on the couch. She spoke in Russian. “Love looks good on you, Mica.” I responded in Russian. “I think the vodka is hurting your vision.” She laughed and shook her head. “It’ll get easier when you stop fighting it.”

“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.”

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

😂😂 right Mica. Get all the details

“Want me to suck on your clit?” I spoke against her folds while my fingers slowly thrust into her. “God, yes!” she gasped. I latched my mouth on her tight bud and slowly, delicately sucked it into my mouth, letting my tongue dance circles around it. Her legs were trembling so hard. I worked her over until she got as close to the edge as I could get her, and then I lifted my mouth off her. She made a strong noise of protest. I flicked my tongue on her clit and said, “You’re such a horny little wife, aren’t you? Has your husband been depriving you? Do you need some hot cock in that sweet pussy of yours?” “Yes.” She was begging now. “Yes, I do.” I obliged by slowly pushing three of my big fingers into her. “Yes, yes, yes,” she begged me hard. “God, yes.”

Jasper slow-clapped, and Charlie buried her face into my arm. And then my mom said, in the driest of voices, “I’m not sure about you guys, but I definitely need a cigarette after that.” She winked at Charlie and jokingly wagged her finger at me, before she turned and disappeared outside.

😂😂😂🤣 right mom dukes

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.”

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.”

I looked up at her. “You needed this. Your little pussy is so hungry for some cock.” She moaned. Her chest was flushed and her nipples were hard pebbles. I reached up and pinched one of them hard, making her cry out. “You like it when I tell you to get naked. You want to be told you’re going to get fucked, don’t you?” “Yes,” she gasped, moving her hips faster. God, she was so wet, so hot, so tight. “Are you going to remember that you’re my wife? And that this is the only cock you fuck?” “Yes,” she sobbed.

“You’re mine.”

“I’m coming,” I ground out as I felt my cum spurt out of me in hot waves inside of her. I didn’t want kids. I didn’t want to get her knocked up, so why was it such a fucking turn on to be shooting my load inside of her? Why did I drive myself higher into her, as if I needed to coat every inch of her walls with my cum? Why did it feel so hot to know my seed was inside her bare pussy?

“You came inside of me,” she gasped. And I’d fucking do it again. A hundred times over. “Yeah, I did.” No fucking apology. No admitting I made a mistake. Just a plain acknowledgment of my bad behavior. Maybe because I wasn’t sorry. Maybe because in that moment, I felt like she truly belonged to me.

“I want to come inside of you.” This time I at least had the decency to ask. “Why?” she asked, breathless and wide-eyed. “Because you’re mine.” It was dangerous to be this honest with her, but there were no walls now between us. She lifted her head to give me a wild kiss.

I wanted this, all of this, to survive past our deadline. Would she be okay with that? Did I have enough to offer her that she would want to give this marriage an honest shot? If she said no, I decided I would spend the rest of this year trying to convince her otherwise.

“Tonight, I think I want a fashion show.” “Oh yeah?” “I want you to try on all your lingerie and show me what you bought. I’m going to lie here, and you’re going to parade up and down in your little outfits.” I half laughed. “You do realize I bought, like, ten outfits.” “Better get started, then. Start with the one with the feathers.”

Of course he didn’t forget about the lingerie…. Especially the feather one 😝🤭

“You feel good,” I moaned as he wrapped his arms around me. “You taste fucking amazing,” he managed between kisses.

I needed to see Charlie. That is what she had become to me. A need. It scared the shit out of me, but it felt so damn good, I couldn’t even fight it. If I wasn’t already married to her, I would probably be thinking about marrying her. That’s how damn good it was.

“Please don’t cry.” His voice was hoarse. “I hate seeing you hurt.” I lay down beside him on my side, feeling so helpless. Tears leaked out of me. When he rolled over and wrapped me in his arms, I only cried harder. “I’m sorry.” Those were the only words he spoke.

“You won’t mind if I cut in with my wife, will you?” Andrew’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You have her all the time. Surely you can share her for one dance.” I took her hand from his and tugged her towards me. “She’s mine, and I don’t share.”

Excuse me!!!! Andrew list is mofo MIND! I think somebody hit him with a damn puck!! The balls on this man. But it takes Mica to put him in his place hahahaaa

“I’m scared, Charlie. I’m really scared.” “I know.” She pressed her lips to mine. I spoke against her mouth. “I love you, Charlie.” “I know.” “Forgive me?” “There’s nothing to forgive.”

That’s your daddy out there. He will be the best dad in the world.

“Mark knew about our ruse.” Those blue eyes I loved so much crinkled as he smiled at me. “He told me.” “We got married for no reason.” His expression got serious. “Any regrets?” Love filled my heart as I stared at my husband. “No regrets. You?” That smile I loved so much broke across his face. “Nope. No regrets.” “What about the baby?” He leaned forward with that mouth I loved so much and kissed me. “Can’t wait.” “You mean that?” I breathed, staring into his eyes. “With all my heart.”