Puck Love: MM Small TownHockey Romance (The Elmwood Stories Book 6) by Lane Hayes

Author:Lane Hayes [Hayes, Lane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-03-21T00:00:00+00:00

16

JAKE

Navigating LA freeways required total concentration. Vehicles whizzed by at ungodly speeds or slowed to a crawl in the fast line…just because. And the traffic could make a grown adult cry, which was pretty much the same as in Boston. The difference was that I didn’t know LA streets very well. Even with GPS, I took the wrong exit and ended up in Manhattan Beach.

I stopped near the pier to recalibrate directions and text Trinsky.

Sorry. I’m running late, but I think I’m close now.

He sent a thumbs-up emoji. No prob. I’ll leave a towel and trunks for you in the courtyard. Meet us at the beach.

Us? At the beach? What the fuck?

I’d thought we were supposed to spend the day naked, sucking each other off, not frolicking in the water. I hadn’t signed up for fun in the sun with Trinsky and some random friends of his. This was supposed to be a private thing, party of two. It was so like him to change the rules at the last second without telling me. Ugh. He was such an asshole. What was he doing?

What was I doing?

Yesterday had been eye-opening and cathartic. And yes, fun. I had no regrets. I’d wanted everything we’d done and maybe more. I liked kissing him, touching him, and in a twist, I loved having my prostate massaged. I’d even managed to wrap my head around the fact that those had been Trinsky’s hands all over me…Trinsky’s fingers in my ass. And after a spine-tingling orgasm, I’d liked talking to him.

But that was yesterday. If he’d changed his mind, I wished he’d said so before I’d braved the 405 freeway.

I retyped his address in the rental’s nav system just as an incoming call came in. I answered, slowly guiding the car south on Manhattan Avenue.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hi, there. How’s California?”

“Sunny and beautiful,” I reported, squinting against the glare on my windshield.

“And how was the interview?”

“It went pretty well. McD isn’t arriving till Thursday now, so I have a couple of days till the meeting. I suppose I’m a little nervous. I like LA fine, but I really don’t want to move here.” Okay, I added that last part quickly, hoping to divert any conversation that might include Trinsky. I wasn’t ready to go there.

“I selfishly don’t want you to move to the West Coast either, but I’m sure that’s a moot point. Boston isn’t going to let you get away,” he assured me. “How was Trinsky?”

Well, it was a nice try.

“Fine.”

My father chuckled lightly. “Fine? You can do better than that.”

“There was no bloodshed and no drama. He even offered me a ride to my hotel afterward.”

“He’s a good guy,” Dad said.

I huffed because that was what the script called for, but it felt forced. “Hmm. He’s pretty involved with children’s charity work. Did you know that?”

“I did. See? I told you he wasn’t a bad egg.”

News flash: my father had always liked Trinsky. I used to find that annoying, but now, I wondered if Dad had seen something in him all along that I hadn’t.

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