Title: Long Change
Author: V.L. Locey
Publisher: Ellora`s Cave
Cover Artist: Allyse Leodra
Release Date: 6/26/15
Blurb: Collegiate superstar goalie Boone Crockett seems to have the world at his feet. He’s rich, handsome, attends an elite college and is a hot prospect for the pros. Pity all that is a front for a deeply closeted and troubled young man.
All Boone’s life plans are shattered when flamboyant ex-figure skater Preston Gordon, an orange-haired twink, shows up to audition for the team’s mascot position wearing sequins, scarves and toe picks. His moves on the ice send Boone into his own pirouette of frustrated and reluctant desire.
As senior year progresses Boone slides deeper and deeper into a dangerous depression, Preston’s sensual strength the only thing he has to hold on to. If Boone can’t keep from plunging through the thin ice he’s skating on, it could take a twink to make the big save.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
“Stop. Just let me,” Preston whispered as I began to freak the fuck out. He moved my hands away from the silver latch. The door opened and I fell out of the stall as if drunk. Well, I was pretty much. I was inebriated on Preston. Talk about being over the legal limit. I was hammered, filled to the gills, shit-faced soused on my twink’s mouth, body and passion. “Boone, please don’t run off again.”
I paused at the door, hands shaking violently, breath labored, body sheeted with cold sweat.
“Please, don’t run. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have acted on my feelings. It’s just that, well, I’ve been wound up in you since we first met. I suppose my crush has grown into something far more incendiary.” I looked into the wall of mirrors over the sinks. Christ. He looked so good. So doable. His lips were puffy, his eyelids heavy. “Cross my heart, I will not lure you into something you’re not ready for again.”
He made a small X over his cleanly shaven left pectoral. I searched those green eyes for deceit, and once more found none.
“We can’t do this. I have to keep my nose clean. The pros don’t want players who bring baggage with them,” I panted, my body coiled as tightly as the inside of a Swiss watch. My dick was hard, my balls throbbing.
“I understand. I do,” he said. He was too pretty. Too soft. Too beautiful.
“There’s too much at stake for me to risk it for a fast bathroom fuck.”
Ouch. Yeah. That one hit the dude dead center. It was obvious in the way the caring look he had been wearing dropped into an expression of pain. Give the man props, though. He blew off the hurt fast. His dainty chin came up an inch. His pretty eyes went from warm and lusty to shuttered and frigid.
“Understood.” One word spoken as coldly as the ice we both skated upon. An apology slammed into the back of my teeth. I spun. The door did not hit me on the ass on the way out.
Just outside the locker room door, it came to me that I hadn’t helped him to dress. I’d helped him up against the wall then tongue-fucked his mouth, but hadn’t done as he’d asked. The light lunch in my stomach rolled over. I had to channel this quaking anger, terror and lust. Use it. The mind is pretty amazing. It can sense when the brain is close to overloading. All the bullshit drifted off. I was happy when the only thing that remained was hockey. That I could do. That was safe. All I needed was hockey.
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