Series: Hot Off the Ice #2
Genre: Hockey Romance
Country Boy is a love story about figuring out who you are, who you want to be, and how to get there. It contains sweet hockey plays, a 1976 Corvette Stingray, fancy underwear, and the journey of a lifetime.
The first time Paul Dyson met Robbie Rhodes, they ended up naked in Robbie’s bed. The last time they met, on the ice the morning after, Paul punched Robbie in the face and called him something he’d rather not repeat. Two years later, they’re teammates on the Seattle Thunder and Paul is so deep in the closet he'll need a roadmap to find his way out again. It’s going to take a lot of faith to find their way together in this shiny new world.
Sometimes the hardest thing to believe in is yourself.
This book was fantastic to read. It dealt with issues facing normal people and i felt like i was a part of Robbie,Paul,Bryce and Dakota. As i read more, i came to understand where Paul was coming from and could even be angry at some of his reactions. This was off the charts A.E. I can't thank you enough for writing this series.😘
Shivering, he went in the living room in his boxers. Robbie’s blankets looked warm, and Paul wondered if Robbie would mind if he wrapped one around himself to warm up. He sat tentatively on the edge of the folded down futon and ran his hands over the soft comforter, an oddly intimate gesture.
Robbie raised one eyebrow when he caught sight of Paul sitting nearly naked on his futon. “Mr. Dyson, I’m not that kind of a boy,” he said archly. He threw a pair of pants and a gray t-shirt at Paul.
Blushing, Paul shook out the clothes. The shirt was a Bemidji Chargers’ t-shirt with Robbie’s last name on the back. He held it up and made a face.
“Tough luck,” Robbie said with a laugh. “It was the only clean shirt I had left. Count your blessings.”
Paul tried to hide his trembling hands as he pulled on the shirt and sweatpants. All he could think of was how kissing Robbie had made him feel. His lips tingled, raw from the cold, the pressure, and the scrub of Robbie’s end of the day stubble.
He was twenty-two years old, had been with more than a few girls, but he felt like a fourteen-year-old virgin.
Sure, it wasn’t quite his first experience with a guy. He pushed that memory down deep. Six-feet-deep.
But even that time hadn’t been like this. Lending a friend a hand in the middle of the night was one thing. But kissing? Especially kissing like that? Soft and sweet? The kind Paul secretly ached for? That was gay.
And so, apparently, was Paul, despite how often he had prayed to God not to be. Evidence A? He wanted to kiss Robbie again, right now. So, how could he make that happen?
Suddenly Robbie was up in his space, a hand on his chest, pushing him down to the futon. “I lied. I am that kind of a boy.” He climbed onto the mattress, straddling Paul’s lap.
Oh. Okay. Paul’s heart jack-rabbited as he swung between terror and elation. He lay there, eyes wide and arms gripping the comforter that was as soft as he’d thought it would be.
Everything he was feeling must have shown in his eyes, because Robbie stopped, his palm flat against Paul’s chest. The grin slipped from his face. “Are you okay?”
Paul nodded quickly.
Robbie didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? It’s okay if you want to stop. I won’t kick you out or anything.”
Tentatively, Paul reached up and laid his hands on Robbie’s thighs where they rested on either side of his body. His muscles were hard as rocks under the soft fabric of his sleep pants. Paul couldn’t resist digging his fingers into them. “No,” he croaked. “Don’t stop.”
Robbie curved down over Paul, his face inches from Paul. “Do you really want to kiss some guy from BSU?”
“Yeah, I really do,” Paul said seriously. He might never get up the nerve up to do this again. If one night was going to have to last him a lifetime, he wanted to feel everything. “I want to do everything.”
“That’s a tall order,” Robbie whispered, slipping his hands beneath the shirt Paul wore. “I’ll see what I can do.”Buy the Book:Amazon
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