Goaltender Interference (Scoring Chances, #1)

by Brigham Vaughn

Thank fuck, unlike Kelly, he hadn’t ended up with freckles and his hair and beard were closer to auburn than carrot.

Rude

“The condom is for you, the lube is for me,” Jesse said. And that made Connor wanna protest that damn it, he could take it up the ass like a man too but he wasn’t sure if he could or if he wanted to.

LOL

Oh fuck. Jesse’s stomach dropped. Maybe he hadn’t been paying close enough attention but he definitely hadn’t realized Connor O’Shea had kids.

Whomp whomp

Gavin Racine looked perfectly normal. The Boston Harrier’s General Manager hadn’t suddenly sprouted a horn or tails, so why the fuck was he trying to ruin Connor’s goddamn life like the devil himself?

Please!!!!

Connor didn’t like to see the worst in people but damn, what other conclusion could he come to?

Maybe ask him? Lordy

“Somehow, that’s not doing it for me.”

*snort*

The closest he ever got to seeing God was great sex.

Amen

“Sure. And if I win?” “We’ll hook up.” Blood roared in Connor’s ears at the thought. “There’s gonna have to be ground rules because of my kids being around, but we’ll hook up until you move out. You won’t have to look anywhere else to get your needs met.”

God Conner!! So obvious