Hot on Ice: A Hockey Romance Anthology by Avery Flynn & Robin Covington & Desiree Holt & Kimberly Kincaid & Nana Malone & Virginia Nelson & Xio Axelrod & Angi Morgan & Robin Kaye & Kate Meader & Misty D. Waters & Kim Golden & Lena Hart & Katie Kenyhercz & Christi Barth & Andie J. Christopher & Heather Long & Susan Scott Shelley

Author:Avery Flynn & Robin Covington & Desiree Holt & Kimberly Kincaid & Nana Malone & Virginia Nelson & Xio Axelrod & Angi Morgan & Robin Kaye & Kate Meader & Misty D. Waters & Kim Golden & Lena Hart & Katie Kenyhercz & Christi Barth & Andie J. Christopher & Heather Long & Susan Scott Shelley [Flynn, Avery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-20T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 6

DC

“The Club” was the name of the place where we met Etienne’s friends.

A two-story venue, the bar was on the first floor and wide steps led to the second level dance floor. Techno pop blared from the speakers as a sea of hot guys of every make, model and size gyrated under the strobe lights. Almost all of them were shirtless and the sight of all that naked, hard sweaty flesh got my blood pumping in my veins in a straight line to my cock.

Ryker popped up into my line of sight. I wouldn’t say that he grinned. It was much too feral for that but I think the flash of his teeth meant that he was happy about being here. It was hard to tell with the mask of nothing that usually covered his face.

“Is this the first time you’ve been to a gay club?” He asked.

“Since I’ve been out? Yeah.” My only forays into gay clubs had been under the shadow of being found out and had shoved me into a back room with a nameless guy’s mouth wrapped around my dick. To walk in the front door and sign autographs for fans? This was a first.

“Well fuck, man.” Ryker threw an arm around my shoulder and gestured to the mob in front of us. “This is an all-you-can-eat buffet. I hope you’re hungry.”

He let go of me and started walking backward into the crowd. The last I saw of him was a glimpse of his six-pack and tons of tattoos as he took off his shirt.

Etienne appeared to my right, his afro was free tonight and I was itching to get my hands on it. At least I was until he grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head, exposing the long expanse of his torso. Smooth brown skin, hair dusting over his pecs and down his treasure trail, a six-pack he worked hard to maintain.

I clenched my hands at my sides, an automatic gesture created by years of hiding my true desires but Etienne was having none of it. He reached over and grabbed my own shirt, forcing my arms up with his movement to remove the garment until my chest was bare to the heat of the room.

He ran his fingers over my body, lingering for a tantalizing moment on my right nipple before going lower. I sucked in my breath as his arm slipped around my waist and he pulled me tight against him. I wasn’t the only one who was hard.

His breath was hot against my neck as he said in my ear. “Tonight you can touch as much as you want. Don’t worry about anything. Just go with what you feel.”

I let him lead me into the crowd and for the next couple of hours, I did exactly what he said. I felt. Everything. I felt like me. The real me.

The crowd moved together as one, bodies gyrating as song after song spun out through the invisible speakers.