Featuring Jared & Tennant
Padding out of the bathroom after a fast shower, my sight went to him, stretched out on the couch. Phone lying on his bare chest, earbuds in, beautiful blue eyes closed, long legs wrapped in soft fleece. Even though he’d just been in me last night, I wanted more. Guess I’d always want more Jared Madsen. He was like a sugar addition.
I snuck across our living room, towel tied around my waist slipping downward just an inch or so, and flopped down on him, my legs straddling his hips. He jerked in fright, eyes flying open, and then gave me a sour look.
“What are you listening to?” I asked as I plucked a bud out of his ear. “Bobby Sherman?”
Jared gave me that small sarcastic smile that I knew so well. I slid the tiny red bud into my right ear.
“Bobby Sherman was a little bit before my time.”
His fingers slipped around my waist and into the towel. I sat on his dick, feeling it slowly harden, listening to Bowie’s “Golden Years” and pretending I didn’t feel his erection nudging my bare ass.
“Bowie is a god,” I said, rolling my hips as he tugged the loose knot out of the towel. “Listening to rock and roll make you hard?”
“Having you sitting on my cock makes me hard, Tennant.” His hands began roaming, his eyes snapping with desire.
“Yeah?” I leaned down to lick at his lower lip. “Who would have guessed it?”
“Surprised, are you?” His hand slipped up over my arm, long fingers lacing through my hair to guide my neck to his hungry mouth. I nestled into him, chest resting on chest, and let him taste my skin. His kisses were small light things, tender and kind of chaste. I sighed and let my muscles loosen. A small yawn snuck up on me. “Tired?”
“Nah, I’m good.” I wiggled downward a bit, so that my cheek rested on his collarbone.
“Would you like to relax a bit?” His fingers skipped over my biceps, his body heat seeping into me, making my eyelids heavy.
“Yeah, chilling sounds good.” He smelled good. Clean and fresh from the shower just as I was. “That western road trip wrecked me.”
“Now is that wrecked starting with a w or starting with an r?”
“Starting with a w,” I chuckled into his skin then held up the dangling ear bud. “Want to share?”
Jared stole a sweet kiss and slid his ear bud back in, his handsome face growing blurry before Bowie could wrap up “Ziggy Stardust” properly.
“I’m just going to rest my eyes for like a minute,” I whispered, the feel of the throw from the back of the couch dropping over me like a soft, woolen cape. “Then we’ll get all over each other.”
“I’ll be right here when you wake up.” That was the last thing I heard before sleep carried me off. And when morning came, he was right there under me, just as he’d promised he would be.
Changing Lines – OUT NOW
The Rowe Brothers are famous hockey hotshots, but as the youngest of the trio, Tennant has always had to play against his brothers’ reputations. To get out of their shadows, and against their advice, he accepts a trade to the Harrisburg Railers, where he runs into Jared Madsen. Mads is an old family friend and his brother’s one-time teammate. Mads is Tennant’s new coach. And Mads is the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
Jared Madsen’s hockey career was cut short by a fault in his heart, but coaching keeps him close to the game. When Ten is traded to the team, his carefully organized world is thrown into chaos. Nine years his junior and his best friend’s brother, he knows Ten is strictly off-limits, but as soon as he sees Ten’s moves, on and off the ice, he knows that his heart could get him into trouble again.
Can Tennant show Jared that age is just a number, and that love is all that matters?