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The Perfect Pass
By R.M Neill

The Perfect Pass FINAL (1)

The Nickel City Bandits, Book 2

Can I find the perfect love with my best friend?

Austin Maloney

Playing professional hockey has always been my goal. I need it to provide a better life for my brother. I didn’t expect my best friend to block my shot at going pro, or be the person to captain my heart. How can I juggle love and family without losing sight of my dream job?

Logan Larkman

Playing hockey as a career was never my end game. It was a way to pass time until I could pursue my philanthropic dreams. Dreams that include my best friend. I need him to realize, our chemistry on ice doesn't stop there. How do I make a play for the perfect partner when he can't accept me as a possibility?

This story involves friends to lovers, bisexual awakening, innuendo-filled hockey banter, including an amusing debate about NHL mascots, the cutest orange cat, ice melting heat, and an adorable grand gesture.

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His face lights up as he reaches under his seat, pulling out a little shave kit bag. Inside is a wad of bubble wrap. From all this bubble wrap, he produces his silver medal. He holds it out to me like it’s a newborn baby.

“It’s okay if you touch it.”

“Do you say that to all the boys?” I tease.

Austin rolls his eyes at me. “You know I only say that to you.”

For someone that isn’t sure how to do this with me, he’s doing a pretty good job so far of keeping up with the joking end.

I reach out and take his medal, being gentle. It’s pretty cool to be able to see something like this up close. I hand it back to him, and he starts wrapping it back up to pack safely away.

“You did great, Austin. I watched every game. It’s not gold, but shit happens. You should be proud of that.”

“I am proud. Seems weird to be proud of a silver, but god, it was so awesome, Logan. I wish you could have been there.”

The air grows a bit heavy in the truck. The sexual tension is palpable, and I can see his uncertainty about what he should do. I unbuckle and slide across the bench seat to him.

“I’m here now.”

“You are.”

“Austin…”

He’s gazing at me with those gorgeous eyes of his, and I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as I want to be with him right now.

“Logan…”

I make the first move, pressing my lips to his. My tongue pokes out, licking his bottom lip gently. He tentatively gives back, nipping my lower lip and teasing with his tongue. Austin lets out a stuttering breath.

“Jesus, Logan, I feel like I’m a nervous virgin in a room full of inmates for a conjugal visit.”

“Are you comparing me to a criminal right now?” I laugh.

“No, but you make me feel like breaking all my own rules, and that terrifies me.”