Common Goal (Game Changers, #4)

by Rachel Reid

Oof. If Kyle had one weakness—and he didn’t; he had many—it was confident, attractive older men. Also, confident, attractive younger men. Also, men.

“Straight, old, and married. Isn’t that exactly your type?” Kyle flicked a sesame seed at her. “I also like them gay, young, and engaged. I’m very open-minded.”

“I can make one without alcohol,” Kyle offered. Ilya looked delighted. “Yes! A virgin Scott Hunter.”

Ilya shook his head. “This table is a mess.” “What do you mean?” Ilya leaned forward, uncomfortably close to Eric. “You want to fuck Kyle. Kyle wants to fuck Hunter’s boyfriend, but maybe also you, since Hunter and his boyfriend do not see anyone but each other.” “I do not!” Eric sputtered, even though he was

Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander were sitting across from each other, and kept catching each other’s eye and smiling. There was a mutual fondness there that Eric still couldn’t quite believe. They were such famous rivals but, he supposed, they were also human beings who were more than their hockey skills. Obviously they had found things to like about each other and had become good friends.

hahahah they fuckin'

“Bisexual! This is great. Did you fuck that blond teenager yet?” “He’s not a—” Eric bit his tongue. “He’s twenty-five.” “Twenty-five was a long time ago for you. Do you remember twenty-five?” “Where the hell is Wyatt?” Eric made a show of looking over Rozanov’s shoulder. “So you did? Fuck him?” Eric should have been terrified by this conversation, but instead he just found himself wishing he could tell Rozanov that he hadn’t just fucked Kyle. He wished he could say he was dating him. That Kyle was his boyfriend. “I’m not telling you anything.” “That is a yes.”

“I don’t know if you’re a good influence or a bad one.” “Clearly good. Before you met me it was a dark existence of no pancakes and weak orgasms.”