Clearance Special Edition Paperback - DIRTY DARE, Slayers Hockey Book 9 (A M/M Novella)

It started as a dare
A laugh, a drunken challenge to me, captain of the guys’ hockey team, to kiss him, captain of the swim team.

It became the answer
It was a question I didn't even realize I'd been asking.

It became everything
He became everything. My beating heart. My every thought. What I held more precious than a future I’d been sacrificing for as long as I could remember.

And then it ended
We ended. Without another soul ever discovering we existed to begin with.

I was never supposed to come back
But four years and a Slayers Hockey contract later, here I am...
Wondering if I dare to risk it all again.

©Mira Lyn Kelly
Trevor
Off-Season

“Say it with me, little brother,” Tammy sings through the car speaker. “No more jocks.”
“No more jocks,” I groan, turning left onto Old Wildren Road. Never again. And yeah, maybe I have a type, but whatever. I’ll get over it.
The wooded country road twists and turns through another mile before splitting at the hand-painted sign for Little Lake Lane.
“Jesus, what am I doing back here?” My mom, sister, and I moved out of Wildren the summer after I graduated high school and started playing hockey for the Orators, Chicago’s farm team down in Springfield. I loved it here, but after what happened when I left?
Maybe this was a mistake.
Tammy ignores the rhetorical part of the question and huffs.
“Getting out of Dodge so you don’t have to spend the summer living in the same apartment with your cheating, asshole ex.” She takes a bite of something crunchy, probably racing to get some food in her before the baby wakes up. “Retreating to a place where your life was simpler. I mean mostly. You know, except for that.”
Right. That. Cameron Dorsey. The first jock.
First a lot of things.
“We’re not talking about that.” Ever.
She hums. “You sure that isn’t part of why you chose Wildren?”
Why I always crack and end up spilling my damn feelings to my sister, I have no idea.
“Positive.” It’s ancient history, and if I had to guess, that is probably going to avoid me like the plague. That is probably married to a nice woman and has a nice life working in his nice family business just like he was always supposed to.
“Yeah, fuck that....