Skater Boy – Hot Off the Ice Book #4

Series: Hot Off the Ice #3
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In a world that measures success in dollars, how do you put a price on happiness?

Love, marriage, and a baby carriage. It’s all Alex Staunton has ever wanted. Well, that and an Olympic medal for figure skating. The medal he got. The rest of it - not so much.

When his most recent poor decision comes to a door-slamming end, Alex moves into the house of his best friend, Thunder starting goalie, Sergei Pergov. But when tragedy strikes, giving Sergei custody of the twins he fathered confidentially, Alex’s problems take a backseat to the needs of two infants, and Alex vows to be the best fake-dad and house-husband he can be. 

Sergei is dazzled by the way Alex makes managing all the craziness look as easy as doing a triple-axel. As their friendship grows even deeper, Sergei realizes he doesn’t want to imagine a life without Alex in it. Alex is the one who makes their house a home; his love makes them a family. How can Sergei make Alex understand he’s worth everything? 

Skater Boy is a story about falling in love with your best friend. It contains discussions about baby poop, day drinking, girls’ night out, and the purchase of a mini-van.

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 “In here,” Sergei called from his bathroom.

He’d put on jeans at least, but his chest and feet were still bare. He leaned over the sink, carefully shaving and shaping his thick beard. Somehow, he looked even sexier than he had when he’d been wearing the towel. The fresh masculine smell of the shaving cream bypassed the logic centers of Alex’s brain, and he found himself taking the razor out of Sergei’s hand.

“Let me,” he said to Sergei’s surprised reflection in the mirror.

Alex hopped up to sit on the counter next to Sergei’s sink. “Come here,” he ordered, tugging Sergei to stand between his legs.

“I like your shirt,” Sergei said, running his hands down Alex’s arm. “The color suits you.”

Alex grabbed Sergei’s chin, tilting it up so he could swipe at the skin below his neck. “You might want to reconsider fondling my arms while I have a razor to your throat.”

Sergei hummed in agreement and wrapped his hands around Alex’s waist, his thumbs making slow sweeps from the tops of his jeans to the bottom of his rib cage. “Better?” Sergei asked, letting Alex tilt his head side to side. “I break no rules.”

“Stop talking,” Alex said, pinching Sergei’s chin. “You’re making my job harder.”

Alex had to spread his legs wide in order for Sergei to fit between them. The heat from Sergei’s skin seeped through the two layers of denim separating them, and Alex couldn’t help but imagine them in a much more intimate position; a much more naked position.

Shaving cream disappeared beneath his blade, and he leaned over to rinse the razor off in the hot water streaming from the faucet. Sergei’s hands slid to Alex’s thighs, his grip firm as he stroked from knee to hip.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Alex said, waving the razor at Sergei. “No below the waist.” Truthfully, he was going to wrap his legs around Sergei and jump into his arms if he didn’t stop.

“Rules,” Sergei grumbled, reluctantly moving his hands back to Alex’s torso.

Alex pulled Sergei’s head down, cupping his cheeks with both hands and looking him in the eye. “You have to take this seriously. This thing…” He swiped the razor at the top of Sergei’s beard. He liked it a little lower than Sergei did, and he wasn’t going to miss his chance. “This thing is so new. Like crazy new. We’re like a newborn baby deer hobbling around on wobbly legs. Like a soufflé rising, or a bubble floating gently over a cactus.”

 “I am very much being serious,” Sergei promised. “So, we are the baby deers? Or am I a soufflé and you are a soap bubble?” He craned his neck, trying to see around Alex into the mirror.

Alex yanked his head back. “I’m searching for the perfect metaphor. Let me search, stop metaphor blocking me!”

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