Before We Came (Lakes Hockey, #1)

by Sloane St. James

I want someone who will bang me like a screen door in a hurricane. Loud, hard, and often. Nothing too crazy, just passionate. I want to feel wanted by someone.

There’s just something about a tatted-up dude in a dress shirt.

Shit, all this will do is give me the liquid courage to jump him again. Vagina, it’s a trap. Stay vigilant.

I realize, for the first time, that she’s also had a big effect on my condo. Since she’s moved in, her presence makes it cozier. The fireplace is turned on, but now it adds ambiance rather than only providing a heat source. She’s turned this penthouse into a penthome.

“Listen closely to me. If you think what we’re doing right now is just a hookup, you need to open those big gray eyes and look around. I’m all in with you. So I want all of you in return. You are the only woman who will ever own my heart, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you tear it apart either. I won’t accept anything less than forever from you. Do you understand?”