Page 39 of Game Changer
“Classic black?” Scott asked, stroking his thumb along Kip’s jawline. “Or maybe midnight blue?”
“Your choice, Hunter.”
Scott looked away and actually blushed a little. “It’s kind of hot when you call me that,” he said, “but it’s really going to fuck me up when I’m hearing it on the ice.”
Kip laughed. “Maybe I want you thinking of me during games.”
Scott groaned. “You ever gotten hard while wearing a jock? Not pleasant.”
“Sounds likeyouhave.”
Scott pressed his lips together.
“All right,” Kip sighed, “Scott it is.”
Scott leaned in. “I have a feeling I’m going to be thinking about you a lot anyway.”
He looked sohappy, gazing at Kip and stroking his hair. And Kip knew he looked the same way. It had only been a few days.This thing was so intense and way beyond Kip’s wildest dreams.
“Will you be thinking of me?” Scott asked shyly.
Kip smiled. “Not sure I’ll be able to think of anything else,Hunter.”
Chapter Eight
“Three nines,” Greg Huff announced, fanning his cards out on the table. “What you got, Hunter?”
“Fuck all,” Scott said, tossing his useless cards down.
“Knew it,” Huff said. “You’re a terrible fucking liar, Scotty.”
He gleefully swept up the small pile of twenties toward himself. Carter laughed and handed Scott a fresh bottle of beer. Scott took it gratefully.
“Your deal, Bennett,” Carter said.
The four of them were gathered in Huff’s hotel room in Philadelphia. Huff had kicked his young roommate out for a couple of hours so the four of them could enjoy an “old timers” poker game.
“So, Carter,” Huff said, “how’s it going withGloria Grey?”
“It’s nice. She’s coming to New York this weekend. Gonna be at the game on Saturday...and at my apartment later that night and all day Sunday.”
“Congratulations, man,” Eric Bennett said, “that’s great.”
“Lucky bastard.” Huff smirked. “How about you, Hunter? You been seein’ anyone?”
“Why would I tell you assholes?” Scott deflected.
“Come on,” Bennett said. “We’re old and married. Give us something.”
“Sorry to disappoint you guys.”
“Scott here is saving himself for marriage,” Carter said, placing a hand on Scott’s shoulder. “And he’s saving marriage for after he dies.”
The others laughed.
“I’m just busy,” Scott argued. “You guys know that.”
“Yeah, and we’ve got nothing but time,” Huff said. “Come on. Is there really no one? All those good looks going to waste?”
