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Locey.
4 Flame M/M Erotic Hockey Romance
This book is a sequel to Two Man Advantage
Life
has been treating Victor Kalinski well, which is a surprise for the
ginger-haired forward with the venomous tongue. His career is somewhat stable,
at least for another season. His relationship with Cougars alternate captain
Dan Arou is deepening, despite the fact that Daniel has yet to come out of the
closet.
It’s
typical Kalinski luck when a puck bunny he shared a drunken night with several
months ago slaps him with a paternity suit. Despite the sizzling passion and
painfully heartfelt connection between them, Dan doesn’t take the news well,
and heads back to Canada alone.
If
he wants to make things right and win back the man he loves, he has no choice
but to swallow his pride—and nobody’s prouder than hot-headed, ego-driven
Victor.Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
An adult male/male
romance from Ellora’s Cave
Excerpts
PG-13
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I found Dan in our bathroom running a
Q-tip around his right ear as water from his recent shower ran from his hair.
He smiled at me, a special kind of light in his eyes. I stalled in the doorway,
my summons wrinkled in my fist. The smile disappeared from his face as I stared
blankly at him. He tossed the swab into the trash, which needed to be dumped,
and turned to face me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. My gaze roamed
over him clad in nothing but gray cargo shorts that hung off his hips. If not
for the fact that my heart was beating so hard I was scared it would blow up, I
would have gotten all over the man. He still torqued me up like no one else
ever had. “Vic, what’s wrong?”
I handed him the wadded-up legal
document. His gaze darted from my face to the crinkled papers then back to my
face.
“I don’t know who the fuck this chick
is, but she is playing me,” I managed to cough up. I looked around the room,
trying to get the palpations under control. The walls had ugly flowered
wallpaper on them. The counter was plain white. Two razors lay side by side
next to the sink. Sometimes, like right then, I wanted nothing more than to
grab my razor and my toothbrush and get the fuck out of Dodge. Just seeing
Dan’s personal shit playing cozy-cozy with mine scared me to death. Most days
when that urge to fuck this thing up overtook me, I swallowed it down like a
bad oyster and forced myself to get past it. Today, then, there, that second,
those two razors were about to push old Vic K. over the brink.
“Paternity test,” he whispered as the
papers blew in a stiff summer wind. I couldn’t look away from those two
disposables.
“Someone is playing me, Dan,” I grunted,
then spun from the Schick love-fest occurring on the chipped white bathroom
counter. I pounded out to the living room, my feet squelching in my wet
sneakers.
“Well yeah, obviously this Heather chick
is trying to pin this on you. Big-name sports star. It happens like daily, you
know?”
I nodded as I paced the small but homey
place where we spent most of our downtime, aside from the bedroom. I jammed my
fist into my other hand and began grinding as I circled the sofa.
“Yeah, but why me and why now? Why not
do this when I was pulling in the big bucks in Beantown?”
Dan dropped onto the couch and put his
bare feet on the edge of the coffee table. As I paced, he flattened out the
summons on his thick thighs and read. My gut was in turmoil. My head felt
light. My heart still thundered in my ribs. A kid. My kid. I barely made it back to the bathroom. I threw up the fancy
lunch that we had eaten at the golf club earlier. Dan didn’t come in, which was
wise. I don’t like people fawning over me when I’m sick. Dear old Mom never
did. I could handle myself. Been doing it since I was about five. I’d had a
head cold the month before and nearly ripped Dan into bits one day for making
me chicken noodle soup. Why that man was still with me, I do not know. I
retched a few times, then slammed the lid and flushed. Over to the sink for a
swig of mouthwash. Do not look at the
razors, Kalinski, or you will make a bigger twat out of yourself.
“You okay?” Dan called.
“Yeah, just some ptomaine from the clam
chowder at lunch,” I replied, my throat and nose still burning. “I’m taking a
shower.”
“Okay. I’ll read this over close while
you wash.”
The shower didn’t last long enough, nor
did it help one damn bit. Aside from having nuts that smelled like an Irish
glen, I was still this close to
hyperventilating. A kid. Holy fucking goat titties, I needed a drink.
“Hey, you need to call a lawyer in the
morning,” Dan said when I shuffled into the living room in nothing but an old
pair of cutoff jeans. “This paperwork is crazy legal, but according to what
this Hillary—”
“Heather. Heather Pavlick. Who the fuck is Heather Pavlick?” I asked the
kitchen table.
I jerked open the cupboard under the
sink and reached for the bottle of Yukon Jack, one of three or four bottles of
booze we had on hand for cocktails at night if the mood struck. Dan kind of
liked Jack over ice. Did I want ice? Did I want a glass? Nah. The whiskey burned
my raw throat like gasoline. I lowered the bottle, coughed, and ran the back of
my hand across my tingling lips. I saw Dan appear in the doorway, papers still
in his hand. He looked upset.
“I wish you’d use a glass,” he grumbled,
then stalked around me to get two tumblers from the cupboard next to the
fridge. I sucked in some air through my teeth in reply. His whole body twitched
at the sound. “Two fingers, and stop making that fucking noise,” he said after
he returned to my side. I glugged some Jack into both tumblers, my eyes on
Dan’s. He handed me a glass. We both knocked the whiskey back then went out to
the couch, him with my summons and me with the Jack.
“Okay, so this is obviously some sort of
rip-off,” Dan said after we’d dropped our asses back to the sofa. Thankfully
he’d left the boob tube off. I was so
not in the mood to talk over his science shows. I poured myself another two
fingers. Dan held up his glass, so I refreshed him. “Heather Pavlick. Is that
the girl you were serious with?”
I shook my head as I swirled the
Canadian whiskey around my glass. Mr. and Mrs. Rupert’s voices, as well as the
smell of meat grilling, rolled in through the windows.
“No, her name was Gina. We were careful.
I mean, we were obsessively careful every time we fucked to prevent any kind of
kid-making.” A kid. I couldn’t get
the glass of whiskey to my lips fast enough. Ah, what a nice burn.
“This is why you should just identify as
gay and be done with it. You don’t have to worry about knocking me up.”
“Yeah well, if I could just pick my
sexual identity like I do my socks, I would. But I kind of like pussy once in a
while. Stop badgering me, gay boy.”
“That’s just weird,” Dan muttered, and
sipped his Jack.
I nodded. Yeah, to a gay dude, wanting
pussy probably did seem weird. And while I didn’t crave it anymore because,
yeah, Dan Arou, back in the day I’d taken some great delight in leaping from
twat to cock with wild abandon.
“Maybe you can talk to someone in the
team’s legal department. I mean, this will come out. They’ll want to know about
it beforehand so they can handle the bad PR.”
“Fuck. My. Life.” I dumped more of the
amber liquid into my glass. My stomach rolled and bucked as whiskey met empty
gut. Whatever the landlord was cooking was making me queasy.
“This is just fucked,” Dan said after a
long moment of silence punctuated only by my stomach speaking up. “See, this
paper says ‘unborn child’, and that’s impossible. You and me have been tight
since Thanksgiving of last year. That’s nine months, right? November to July is
nine.”
“If you count November.”
Christ on a unicycle. Dan and I really
been doing the monogamy thing for nine months. I mean, I knew that we had, but
hearing him say it out loud drove the point home. No wonder those razors made
me twitchy. That was fucking incredible. Even with Gina, I’d bailed at six
months. That had been the most solid relationship I’d ever been in before Mr.
Stumpy and I had hooked up. Someone call
Guinness. We got a new world record here. I threw another two fingers of
Yukon down. Dan made a noise about the speed of my ingestion, I assume, which I
ignored.
A moment ticked by. Two. Three. Dan
sipped and repeatedly read that summons, counting and recounting the months.
This was major fuckery, because there had been no one but Dan since the first
time I’d punched him in the face.
My gaze rested on the Xbox under the
flat screen. Our games were scattered on the floor. I tipped my head to stare
at the artwork on a World War I battle game that Dan and I liked. It showed a
German zeppelin dropping bombs on some European city…
It hit me like a semi that had lost its
brakes. Ms. Goodyear. That blonde with the incredible tits. I’d rolled her the
night I’d tried to drink Dan away. Had her name been Heather? Had she said? Did
it matter? Guess so.
“Ah, fuck,” I moaned, then closed my
eyes.
“What? Did you figure out who this woman
is?”
Shit.
Just shit. This was going to be bad. I inhaled
through my nose, blew out the breath and started sucking on that Jack bottle
like a hungry babe. Dan jerked it from my hand. Whiskey sloshed down my chest.
I swallowed what was in my mouth, licked my lips and turned to find Dan looking
at me with concern tinting his lapis eyes.
This was going to suck.
R-
So
yeah, there are times when having someone know you well has great bennies. For
instance, the moment I sat down beside Arou the evening after the golf
tournament, he knew I wanted him. Must have been that he could read my eyes or
facial expression. It freaked me out at times. We had been together for
something like nine months. No man-fuck thing had ever gone past three months.
Gina and I had limped along to six months. This thing was Dan was the longest
thing I’d ever been in.
Chicks
seemed to hang in longer. Maybe women just have more patience, or maybe it’s
because they think they can change a dude. They can’t, but bless their hearts,
they sure do try. Perhaps they’re just willing to work harder at making it
succeed. Gina sure was. She tried. No blame for that failure rested on her
shoulders. I’d fucked people left and right behind her back and she’d finally
had enough of it. Smart girl. I lived in constant fear of Dan waking up to
discover the mistake he’d made. If he walked, it would cripple me in ways that
Satan would envy.
Dan
tossed the remote onto the coffee table, then pulled his golf shirt over his
head. The landlady’s dog, Mansfield, was out in the backyard barking at
something. Wind, probably, or a squirrel farting. Mutt yapped at everything except
strangers. Those, he bounced up to with a wagging tail. Pick of the litter,
that one.
“Shuck
off the shorts.” My gaze roamed over his compact upper body. Olive-skinned and
strong, covered with black hair, his chest rose and fell with increasing speed
as he unzipped and kicked off his shorts and underwear. I moved closer. Dan
tensed in anticipation. I took his stiff prick in my right hand. His eyes
closed then slowly reopened, lapis-blue gems lighting up with passion. I
stroked him softly. My left arm lay over the back of the sofa. Dan reached for
me, pulled my mouth to his, but I pulled
back slightly, just enough to keep my nose in contact with his.
“Kiss
me,” he growled. I shook my head and squeezed his cock. He winced slightly but
his hips flexed upward. He smelled good. Better than good; fabulous, hot and
ready for sex. Pheromones pumped out of his sweaty skin, filling my nostrils
with his scent. It was unique. It was Dan. Just smelling him on the sheets made
me hard. No other man or woman has ever had that effect on me. It still
terrified the living shit out of me. “Vic,” he moaned.
“I
want to watch you,” I whispered over his slightly parted lips. The corners of
his mouth, that wet hot mouth, tweaked upward.
“Yeah,
watch me come,” he murmured thickly. I released his cock and raised my hand. He
spat in it. I jerked at the contact of his warm spit, then wrapped my fingers
around his fat cock.
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Author Bio:
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly
laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers,
comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life
with her husband, her daughter, two dogs, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic
fowl, and three Jersey steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she
enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania
with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook,
Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
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