Between the Pipes (Offsides #3)

by J.J. Mulder

He looks me up and down, gaze trailing slowly from my feet to my pelvis, where it lingers, and up my chest. It’s an openly sexual look, and I can feel it in my bones. What was that about regret, earlier? “Have any plans for the evening?” I ask, like the weak bastard that I am. “Sure do,” he says cheekily. “Same plans as you, in fact.” With that, he sets off around the rink. Fixing my eyes on his wide back, I follow. I’m grateful that I don’t have to walk next to him, for once, and fixate on whether or not I’ll run into a wall. With him directly in front, I can treat him like a seeing eye dog and just follow along in his wake. Once we step through the exit, door held for me by Anthony, he falls into step beside me. His hands are tucked casually into his pockets, and his stride is loose. He seems perfectly at ease for someone who is on their way to their first tryst with a man. Honestly, I have no idea what to make of him.