Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

He swore there was only one hockey team that mattered in the NHL and that was Boston.

well he's not wrong

“Trev, listen to me. Whatever’s in your bag isn’t going to freak me out. I’m a gay man. My dad owns a BDSM club. Do you really think that there is anything you could say or do, shy of committing a crime, that would surprise me?”

He’d planted the idea of littles in my head and now I was thinking about Trevor as a little.

i mean, good instinct

The assistant coach, Imil Bouchard, took time to find Blaise and make sure I’d met him.

Yuri pursed his lips. “That saying is stupid. Penny is cheap. Thoughts worth more.”

“Triage room. Why is this so hard? Every time one of you gets hurt, the rest of you act like you’ve never seen this room before.”

Words weren’t enough, so I pulled him toward me to kiss him firmly. When we finally pulled back, Trevor was flushed, though I didn’t get the impression it was from embarrassment. “What was that for?” “For telling me that you feel safe with me. That’s a huge honor. Come on, let’s go to the shower and we can talk more.”

A smirk crossed my face as I wondered if he realized he sounded more like a primary school teacher than a professional hockey coach. Then again, with this team, the lines were sometimes blurred.

“I love you, Trevor. I love you as my boyfriend, as my little, as my friend, as my teammate. I’m so happy you gave me the chance, trusted me enough to give you this.”