They don’t play for the same team. Or do they?
Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.
Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.
Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions—can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend...and a big one to learn about himself.
Warning: contains sexual situations, skinnydipping, shenanigans in an SUV and proof that coming out to your family on social media is a dicey proposition.
Fine, I'll admit it: I was wary going in.
Sometimes when a book is so hyped up, it falls short of expectations. Plus, the authors write mainly M/F, and I did not want a Chicks with Dicks repeat. Thankfully, what I got was Hockey Players with Dicks.
Ryan Wesley and Jamie Canning are CRAZY HAWT together, and the sex scenes are through the roof scorching.
Jamie figures out he's bi, not just gay for Ryan, which I appreciated (I'm not a fan of GFY, as it mostly strikes me as false).
The alternative first-person POVs worked fairly well. I did not have trouble figuring out who was talking.
Some of the dialogue is a little juvenile, as other reviewers have pointed out, but considering that the MCs are 22 and grew up in locker rooms, I found their sometimes crass way of talking believable.
After all, they are jocks, and this is what (many) jocks are like. Plus, when the MCs are alone, their friendship transcends pranks and teasing.
I loved the synergy between these two!
I know next to nothing about hockey, but the sports talk didn't overwhelm the story.
Honorable mentions go to:
-Jamie's funfuckingtastic family & their FB responses
-Holly for not being a bitch
-Awkward yet steamy sex fest in the backseat of a (rather) small car
-Ryan's tattoo (*grabs a tissue*)
-Totes feel-good HEA
Jamie does muse about female anatomy too often at the beginning. I could have done without the many mentions of tits and pussy, fuck you very much.
But I enjoyed this fairly low angst, sexy as hell, and ultimately sweet estranged-BFFs-to-lovers story.