Heated Rivalry (Game Changers, #2)

by Rachel Reid

Under the table, he felt Rozanov’s foot tap against his own. It was the chastest contact in the world, but it still made Shane’s heart stop.

Hollander was breathing heavily, as if he wasn’t one of the most physically fit people on the planet.

Ilya had always been this way. He loved sex, and he loved it more when it was dangerous—when it was with someone he knew he shouldn’t be with.

“You are scared.” “No! No, I’m not scared.” “Is okay to be.”

“You don’t play with your ass? It makes you gay?” “Oh my fucking god...” “You know what makes you gayer?” “Rozanov...shut the fuck—” “Sucking my dick. You were doing that a minute ago.”

What will you tell your teammates?” “The fucking truth! I’m going to get laid! Like every city we play in!”

Hollander fumbled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Ilya. Ilya took it and entered his number into Hollander’s contacts, under the name Lily. Hollander snorted when he saw it.

He wrote back. Could we meet somewhere else? He felt a flush of embarrassment as he hit send. God, why couldn’t he just have left it where it was? He’d successfully rejected Rozanov. Why give the power right back to him?

so instead he threw his head back against the wall like the eager slut he apparently was.

😭

Shane got on his hands and knees, because that’s how this worked, right? He was pretty sure. He had watched about forty seconds of gay porn, once, before he’d gotten embarrassed and closed his laptop.

He’d leave a big tip.

June 2011—Las Vegas

😛

In fact, they had each scored exactly sixty-seven goals.

Six seeeeven

Almost two in the morning. Not that time meant anything in Las Vegas.

“So she wants to meet up after the game tomorrow night. She’s hot for hockey players, and she said she could bring her friend. You want in?” Oh, no thanks. I will be busy fucking Shane Hollander in a hotel room.

“I hate you.” “Yes. I know. Show me.”

I thought you were in danger. I thought you were in jail. I thought you were...sad.

He knew he’d be at least a little mortified and ashamed later when he thought about this night, but at that moment, he was giddy.

And Shane left. He realized, when he was back in his room, that they hadn’t even kissed. He also realized, with horror, that he regretted that.

“Faggot,” the other player grumbled. Ilya shrugged. It was half true. Maybe, like, thirty percent true.

Hayden had dragged Shane and a couple of other guys out to a club, where Hayden had met his future wife,

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