#MM #Hockey #Romance
Blurb:
Tennant ‘Ten’ Rowe is one-third of the famous “Rowe Brothers”, a trio of siblings who have all found themselves enjoying great success in professional hockey. Ten is the youngest of the three and has lived in the shadow of his older brothers for years. After a trade moves him from Dallas to Harrisburg, he runs into Jared Madsen, an old friend and one-time teammate of his eldest brother. It’s been years since Tennant has seen Jared, and plenty has changed. Like the fact that Tennant is now a man and Jared just might be the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
Jared Madsen’s hockey career is cut short when a terrible accident on ice reveals hidden medical issues that even he can’t defeat. Taking a coaching position with the Harrisburg Railers keeps him close to his beloved hockey. But, when Tennant Rowe is traded into the team, Jared’s entire organized world is thrown into chaos. Nine years his younger, and the brother of his best friend, Jared knows Ten is off limits, even if he is gorgeous and ticks every one of Jared’s boxes.
NSFW Excerpt:
Slow sucked. Seriously, it was
the worst. Obviously my slow and Mads’ slow were worlds apart. His slow
consisted of nothing but touching here and there, long looks, and secret
smiles. My slow would have had us at least into
some slippery-hot, ball-slapping sex. I spent more time jacking off in
the shower now than before he’d said we were going to see where we went. If we
didn’t get some physical shit going soon, I’d be in the padded room at the
nearest mental hospital.
Maybe not getting laid—or even
kissed—was good for my game, though. Back in the day, the old coaches had
thought so. I was playing like a
fucking demon, crushing anyone in my path, and sadly that included Connor, the
good guy. Nothing personal, but he stood between me and that first line center
position. I’d blasted his doors off during the preseason and now, with the last
preseason game against Carolina under our belts, all that remained was for
Benning to make his final cuts and decide on the starting line-up. If that SOB
didn’t put me on the first line, I’d—
“More balls.”
Stan’s deep voice jerked me
harshly from my angry daydreams. There were ten of us gathered in my hotel
room. A late season tropical depression had blown into North Carolina.
Traveling had been called off until the swirling storm moved on overnight, so
here the Railers sat, playing Pokémon Evolutions and dreaming about getting on
the line they wanted or getting laid. I downed another can of Mountain Dew Code
Red. It was my fourth. I felt like I could scale the walls like Spider-Man.
“Ten, you into this?” Addison inquired. He’d joined the training group last
week and was kicking all sorts of ass. “You seem spacey.”
I tossed my training cards onto
the table and stood up. “Too much Dew. I’m wired.”
The guys chuckled and play
continued without me.
I paced the room like a puma in
a cage. “I’m going to see if I can walk this off. Stan, you take my balls.”
“Groovy, man!” the big Russian
said, then swept my cards from the table.
The laughter faded as I closed
the door behind me. Starting that group had been a good idea. I’d grown much
closer to several of the guys since we’d started playing. Pity we couldn’t lure
any of the older players in.
I started off walking the
hallway. That didn’t burn off the soda fast enough, so I jogged up and down the
hotel corridor. When I’d done four laps, I was slightly winded but still
cranked. I did what any man who was hard up and running on four cans of red Dew would do. I rode up to the fourth floor,
where the coaches were rooming, and pounded on the door of the hottest
defensive coach in the eastern division.
Mads opened the door in nothing
but dress slacks and an unbuttoned dress shirt. I’d at least changed into some
jeans and my favorite Doctor Who “Bowties
are Cool!” T-shirt after we’d gotten back to the hotel. Not that I was complaining,
because he fucking rocked his half-dressed look.
“Hey, Tennant, what’s up?”
He looked shocked and more than
a little guarded. Did I send off perv vibes or something? Was I drooling? Shit,
he looked so good…
“I wanted to talk to you about… uh,
about how the defense is playing in the neutral zone and its impact on the
forwards.” There, that sounded official in case anyone might be eavesdropping.
He eyed me warily like I was
something dangerous that had come rapping on his door. A lust demon or a succubus.
Could dudes be succubi?
“Come in,” he said, then stepped
back to allow me to enter.
His room looked just like mine.
Basic hotel tan, blue, and white. It smelled of him. His cologne and his unique
scent.
“I was just diagramming some
plays for the defense. I’d be happy to have your input on them, since there
seems to be a problem with—”
I pounced on him. Hungry and
desperate, I lunged at him, clapping my hands to the sides of his head. A sound
of surprise escaped him before I covered his mouth with mine. I felt him
stiffen, like he was going to push me away. Nope. We were not doing that shit
now. I lapped at the seam of his mouth, then at the corners. He opened for me
and I dove in, starving now for the taste
of him. His mouth was wet and hot and tasted of coffee. Mads grunted. The sound
amped up my desire even more. I suckled
on his tongue until I got the reaction I wanted. When I did—his arms going
around my waist—I released his head and grabbed his ass. Frantic for his touch,
I rubbed against him, shoving my erection into his stomach. The man groaned
again in reply. I made a move to palm his dick.
“My God, you’re like a chipmunk
pumped full of Red Bull.” Mads chuckled breathlessly, trying to pry my hands
from his crotch and ass.
“I know, I’m sorry.” My hands
moved over him, desperate for all the touching they could get. “It’s just… I’ve
been dreaming about this for weeks. You and I…doing this, touching, kissing,
getting into your bed. I’m wired and grabby. I need more than just a smile
during scrimmages, Mads.”
“I understand the need.” He held
my wrists, then pressed several kisses to my mouth. “I’ve wanted this too, but
we’re taking this slow, remember?”
“Why slow? I’m ready now.”
Since he had my hands, I simply
leaned in to lick at his mouth. He steered me toward the bed, fingers around my
wrists, kissing me with warm passion in return. His attitude to this whole sex
thing was languid and lazy. It was making me insane.
“Have you ever done this before?”
he asked, then shoved me into a seated position on the edge of the bed.
I gave him my dirtiest look,
then reached for his belt buckle.
He patiently removed my fingers
from his belt. “I’d like a little more to go on than that glare.”
“Ugh, yes. I’ve sucked dick
before.”
“Have you ever had a man inside
you?”
A rumble of want rippled through
me. Instead of going for his dick, because he was suddenly all Mr. Chastity
about it, I opened his dress shirt a little wider, baring a wide swath of hairy
chest and tight abdomen. My cock throbbed in time with my pulse. I pressed a
kiss to his stomach, then one to his chest, my thumbs dangling off his belt.
Soft, deep noises rolled out of him each time I placed my lips to his skin.
“Tennant, have you ever had a
man inside you before?”
“Once,” I replied, licking
around the edge of his navel.
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