On the Ice (Stick Side, #1)

by Amy Aislin

In today’s sexually-charged culture, Alex often felt like an alien.

All Alex wanted was five damn minutes where his grandpa would look at him with familiarity, smile his bright, toothy grin, and say, “Alex, my boy!” the way he used to, then envelope him in his trademark bear hug.

Yes, please. Sign me up for that bullshit. Not in this lifetime.

Fuck, he wanted to go home. Because seriously, that bee farm was looking better and better.

I have no substance. I’m worthless.

Shits and giggles?”

Alex was Canadian, born and bred. He wanted snowy winter landscapes, spring rains, summer kayaking, and fall colors. Instead, he was stuck in Satan’s armpit. He loved playing hockey for Tampa, but Florida could kiss his ass.

Mitch swallowed hard and rested a hand on Alex’s knee. Alex rested his hand on top of Mitch’s and wove their fingers together. Everything inside Mitch quieted.

I’m glad you’re here and I want to cuddle with you and You make me happy, not I want to jump you or You make me so hot, bow-chicka-bow-wow.

Mitch grabbed Alex’s wrist. “You didn’t tell me you’re friends with pro players.” Alex peered at Mitch in confusion. “Honey, I am a pro player.”

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Scowling at the back of Yager’s head, Alex considered pouring the pot of boiling water on it. But that’d be mean, right?

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