Hate You Always (Western Wildcats Hockey #1)

by Jennifer Sucevic

the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

What’s the point of having friends if you can’t fuck mercilessly with them?

He’d give any guy who looked sideways at his sister a beating. And if I’m being perfectly honest, I’d gladly jump

into the fray to help dissuade any further interest as well.

Over the years, his nickname as the baby-faced assassin has been well earned. I’ve never seen a guy get so much pussy. He’s like the pied piper of it.

my happy place. And it could be any arena. They’re all the same. From the snap in the crisp air to the smell of the ice and the feel of the smoothness under my blades when it’s fresh after the Zamboni. There’s nothing better in this world than hockey.

I’ve spent my entire life tamping down my lust for this girl, and it would seem like it’s hellbent on breaking loose this evening.

I can’t deny the deep sense of satisfaction that fills me at the sight of her wearing something of mine. I want all the assholes who’ve been staring at her to understand that she belongs to me.

Heartbreakingly beautiful.

The way her lips lift into a smile is like a junk punch. I’d do just about anything to have her look at me like that all the damn time.

She goes through guys the way some people go through sticks of chewing gum.

To bury my face in her hair and inhale a giant breath. It never fails to calm the inner turmoil roiling beneath the surface.