Goaltender Interference (Scoring Chances, #1)

by Brigham Vaughn

He hadn’t hurt anyone for fuck’s sake, just gotten a little naked and a lot drunk and slutty.

“You’ve been driving me fucking insane for the past half hour!” Connor said with a scowl. Jesse shrugged. “It’s not my fault you’re easy to wind up.” That was, unfortunately, true, Connor thought with a tinge of despair.

“You’re pretty okay too, Captain Growly. You might think you’re boring but I dunno, I think it might be part of your charm.”

Not too bad for someone who wasn’t even a very adulty adult.

“Cut it out. You’re a ridiculous, annoying chaos demon but you’re my ridiculous, annoying chaos demon and no one else is touching you. Especially not my brothers.”

“You—Oh, God, we’re not very smart at all, are we?” “No,” Jesse said. “I don’t think we are. But that’s okay, because we’re together now, right?” “Yeah, we are.” Connor pressed his lips to Jesse’s forehead. “It’ll be alright if we’re stupid together.”

“I had no idea love felt like this,” Jesse whispered. “I think I would have looked for it sooner if I’d known.”

and you having your religious crisis or whatever that was.” Connor snorted. “Religious crisis?” “Well, I don’t know what to call it. Your ‘come to Jesus’ moment?” Connor’s expression grew even more amused. “It was more of a ‘move away from Jesus’ moment if we’re getting technical.