Rip Cord: The Complete Trilogy
By USAT Bestselling Author Jeanne St. James
Genre: M/M Sports Romance, LGBTQ
Blurb:
The Reunion:
Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However, there is one thing he misses from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on from the first day he laid eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.
The Weekend:
Geek Gil Davis hasn’t heard a word from NFL player, Rip Cord, since hooking up at their class reunion. Then Rip calls him unexpectedly, he’s taking Gil to his cabin for a weekend of erotic exploration.
The Ever After:
When Rip Cord is kicked out of the NFL, he shows up unexpectedly at Gil Davis’ front door. With his career over, Rip’s finally ready for a future with Gil, if Gil’s willing to give him another chance.
As they putted across the wide lake, Gil relaxed at the serene view. A mountain at one end of the lake, trees and lake homes dotting the shore.
Gil turned to watch Rip steering the boat. The wind was whipping his longer hair around his face, his striking blue eyes covered with dark sunglasses. His expression was relaxed and… carefree. Wow. Gil had never seen him look this untroubled in the almost thirteen years that he’d known him. Granted, for years he had only seen him in the media. But from the day he met him in the ninth grade until now, he’d always been intense, brooding, tough. Like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. And Gil had no idea why.
Rip caught Gil studying him, and he smiled broadly, his perfect white teeth sparkling.
Shit. He still couldn’t believe that Rip wanted him. That it was him, Gil, on a weekend getaway with the handsome, hot, famous football player. Why did Rip want him? Did Rip think he was just an easy lay?
Suddenly the power cut off and the boat slowed to a stop. Gil realized they were in the cove Rip had talked about.
Rip threw out a small anchor and tugged the line until it seated solidly at the bottom of the lake. Then he turned to Gil, his hands on his hips, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
“I saw you staring at me with that dreamy look on your face. I don’t want you to think this is going anywhere. No picking out flower arrangements or cummerbund colors. No nesting.”
Nesting? Him?
“This is straight-up fucking, Gil. Getting my rocks off. Yours too.”
He pulled his T-shirt off with a yank and tossed it to the side. He was already barefoot and in swim trunks.
“I know I can trust you, right? To keep this quiet,” he said before diving off the boat into the water.
Was that the only reason Rip wanted Gil? Because Gil could be trusted to keep his secret? Why did Rip think that? Was Gil such a spineless sap that Rip thought he could easily control him in and out of the sack?
Rip surfaced about ten feet from where they were anchored. He shook his wet hair out of his face and looked at Gil.
“What are you waiting for? Get in.”
“Is it cold?”
“C’mon. No chickening out.”
Bock, bock, bock.
Gil pulled his shirt off and swallowed hard as he moved to the edge of the boat and stared at the dark water. There could be anything lurking under there.
Screw it.
With perfect form, Gil dived in and surfaced next to Rip. Their gazes met, and they treaded water in silence for a few moments. Gil couldn’t read the expression on Rip’s face, but there was something about it that warmed his core.
Rip surprised Gil with a quick kiss, and then he swam away back to the boat.
“C’mon. Let’s work on our tans.” Rip pulled down a metal ladder and climbed up. He extended a hand to Gil.
Rip removed his wet trunks and threw them on the rail to dry. He laid two thick beach towels on the floor of the boat and lay down on one of them, patting the other.
“C’mon, baby. Bring your naked ass down here and do some sun worshipping with me.”
Gil looked nervously at the entrance to the cove. Wouldn’t other people boat into this area?
“No one cares about your pale, naked ass. Except for me. Now come down here. The sun feels so good.”
Gil had a fleeting thought of the sunscreen Rip had also tossed on his front lawn. Gil settled in next to him, staring up. A few puffy clouds moved at a slow pace in the clear blue sky. The sun did feel good. And so did lying next to Rip. He sighed contently.
Rip rolled onto his side, facing Gil. He had his sunglasses back on, and his wet hair framed his strong face.
“Kiss—” Gil cleared his throat. “Kiss me.” He was surprised at the command in his voice but was tickled pink when Rip—though not before arching an eyebrow—did what Gil wanted. Rip took his mouth and made it his. His tongue searched and explored Gil’s mouth, and when he finally pulled back, Rip licked Gil’s lower lip. He snagged it between his teeth and gently pulled.
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK
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