Face Offs & Cheap Shots Quotes

“Hey, honey? See the net? Yeah, it would help if you shoot the puck inside of it. Outside doesn’t count, ’kay?” I smack his ass as I skate past him and get in the team box. “You’ll pay for that later,” he says as he takes his spot next to me. I’m counting on it.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Hey, Topher?” “Yes, Teddy?”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“What did that Katy Perry sing about again? I kissed a guy. And my dick really fucking liked it.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Beck breaks the kiss and pulls me into a tight hug. “You could have given a guy some warning,” he tries to joke, but his voice is all thick. “Like you can talk.” “I fucking knew it!” I miss whose voice it is, but before I can turn, someone slams into my back. I immediately brace for a fight, but then … arms close around us. And another set from Beck’s side. Then another, and another. Are … are they hugging us? “The fuck?” I breathe. Beck turns his face into my neck as I feel the ghost of a laugh against my skin. “This is—” “Ridiculous?” He nods, but neither of us make a move to end it. “Okay, assholes, sucking up to the captains isn’t going to get you out of a nasty practice next week,” Beck says. “And I don’t share, so get your hands off my man.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“I roll onto my side and look down at where Beck is passed out on his back. His mouth is hanging open, and his big chest lifts and falls with each breath. I lean down and brush a light kiss over his forehead, and my chest gives another little twinge. It’s not enough, so I kiss the bump in his nose as well, then brush the side of my thumb along the stubble on his jaw. His arm closest to me snakes around my waist. “Why are you waking me up?”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Hey, Topher?” “Yes, Teddy?” “You know that I meant for this to be a date, right?” And holy shit, I’ve never seen Beck look as uncertain as he does tonight. The big eyes, the creased forehead—where is the confident guy I’m so used to bantering with? And while I have no idea what he means by asking me on a date, or being nervous, I do know that I like it. “Then what are you doing over there?” He swiftly slides out of his side and into mine, and by the time Beck is beside me, he’s back to being the guy I know.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Fuck you, I mouth. The asshole blows me a kiss.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Whoa,” Cohen says. I didn’t even hear him come back in. “What?” I snap at him. “I think we’re all a little gay after that. That was hot.” Rossi slaps Cohen’s shoulder. “Still only you, dude.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“The scruff around his mouth is rough against my skin, a sensation I’ve never experienced before. I can’t say I hate it. Fuck, I think I like it. Oh shit. I might like it too much. My dick twitches and hardens in my jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Think of things to deflate my dick. Dead puppies. Professor Morley. Jacobs legit groans, and it’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. Kissing has never been like this. Kissing is supposed to be anticipation. It’s a teaser. A taste. It’s supposed to build and grow, becoming hotter and needier over time. It doesn’t start with explosions. At least, not in my experience. Now I’m fully hard, and what the actual fuck?”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Ooh, the scowly one is cute. Who’s that?” the second blonde says. I look over and smile because that one’s coming home with me.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“I’m … not straight either.” I take a deep breath. I don’t know what the hell I am other than someone falling for Jacobs.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“There’s nothing sweet or teasing about it, and the roughness has me so fucking hard I can’t think straight. Which seems fitting since there’s nothing straight about this moment.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“You’re right. I liked it. Wanna know why?” My response clearly takes him by surprise because when I dip my mouth down next to his ear, he doesn’t pull away. “You were finally fucking quiet.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“It might be true I still haven’t found another guy attractive, but Grant’s pansexual explanation made me do a little research. Which made me fall into the world of Schitt’s Creek. All I can say is, David’s phrase “I like the wine and not the label” definitely appeals to me.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“I swear on all that is holy, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will hurt you.” He slaps my ass. “You’re forgetting I like that.” “I hate you,” I chant. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” “No, you don’t. You never did.” He finally puts me out of my misery, lining up his cock.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“I lean in close to Jacobs. “If you sink this next one, I’ll let you sink one in me later.” I wink. He groans. “Sometimes I hate you. I can’t be thinking about that right now.” “Good. Hold on to that and take it out on me after the game.” He snorts.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“I don’t get it. I am not unfit. I work out, and I plow down guys twice my size on the ice. The thing that kills me is apple picking? What the actual fuck?” Jacobs laughs. “You’re using muscles you don’t normally use.” “And your brother? The scrawny one? He’s like a machine. He can strip a tree faster than I can strip you.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“I’m bigger, maybe have a tiny bit more definition, but his arms are fucking veiny. Not, like a super-ripped bodybuilder, but there’s this one prominent vein from his shoulder to his elbow, and when did that happen? Okay, that’s a weird thing to notice.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“As I leave the ice, I hear one of the kids call Jacobs Topher, and I am loving it. Until I hear his laugh. I spin to find Jacobs shaking his head, but he’s still laughing. Unacceptable. And so not worth a six-pack of beer.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“When I provoke him, he smiles at me and walks away. What the hell? This is not how things are supposed to go. I want to get under his skin. “Hey, kid,” I say to one of the high schoolers I’m mentoring. “Tamm.” Right. Whatever. “Yeah, I need you to do me a favor. Can you start calling that guy”—I point to Jacobs—“Topher? Oh, and if you get all the other guys to do it, there’s a six-pack of beer in it for you.” “R-really?” “Yup.” Light beer. To share with the other guys. But I’m not pointing that out. “Deal.” Now to wait.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“That captain spot is as good as mine.” “If you say so,” I growl. Beck boops me on the nose, and I jerk back out of his hold and get the hell away. He waits until the elevator doors are closing before he gets in the final word. Like usual. “May the best captain win.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“The elevator stops at my floor, and as I’m getting out, Beck grabs my arm. He yanks me to face him, and I forget everything I was going to say. Too close. Too fucking close.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Always so dramatic. I thought Harvard would’ve removed that and filled you with pretention by now.”

“No, that happens sophomore year.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“Even in humbleness, he’s cocky.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“First one to come wins?” I ask.
Jacobs rolls on top of me. “Isn’t it usually fastest on the trigger loses?”
“Yeah, but we don’t have time for that. Flip around.”
“Fuck, I love you.”
I grin. “Turns out there’s a fine line between love and hate, and that line is blowjobs.”
“Duh.” Jacobs positions himself on his hands and knees, facing my feet.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots