Page 70 of Cold as Ice

“Fun,” Mal grumbled.

“Fun,” Ramsey repeated. He exchanged a glance with Elliott. Like he expected him to chime in. And on any other day, he would’ve.

“I’m busy,” Brody said, “but I can stop by for a few.”

Elliott was pretty sure Brody was fucking his gargantuan football player roommate, but Brody hadn’t told him yet, and he’d been so preoccupied he hadn’t been bothering to try to get him to tell him.

But maybe he should, tonight.

“I’m in,” Finn said.

“I’d have rented out Darcelle’s, if only to see McCoy squirm more, but the kids wouldn’t be able to come.” Ramsey winked at Elliott and Finn.

Elliott rolled his eyes.

“Like both of them don’t drink at Gamma Sigma house,” Brody said.

Malcolm made a face.

Elliott decided right now would be a great time to change the subject. “Darcelle’s has a drag brunch that’s all ages on Sundays.”

“Right. We’ll have to do that sometime,” Ramsey said. “But tonight, we’re going to Star Signs.”

“I guess I could eke out a few minutes,” Mal said, begrudgingly. “If we’re all going.”

“Such a team player,” Ramsey said, smacking him on the shoulder.

When Ramsey finally wandered away, Mal turned to him. “I was uh . . .hoping we might do a tutoring session tonight,” hesaid, rubbing his neck and actually looking ashamed at asking for sex.

Because that was what he was doing. Elliott was certain of it.

“We can still do that. After Star Signs,” Elliott said, playing along with Mal’s excuse. “You want to come over to mine again?”

“Uh, probably for the best. Jane might be home. She’d be a study distraction.”

Elliott chuckled. “Right. We can’t have that.”

“Then it’s settled.” Mal nodded once, like he could schedule sex just that easy and Elliott would go along with it.

And you will. You sure as hell will.

Elliott took the ice for the first period determined that he wouldn’t let the situation with Mal derail him again. Ruin his edge.

He was going to attack the Cyclones’ goal with as much intensity as he would’ve if he and Mal hadn’t had sex last night.

If he still wanted him as bad as he had, pre-sex.

You do. Maybe even more.

“Shit, what’s crawled up your ass?” Ivan grumbled midway through the first period as they flopped down to the bench. “Did someone light a fire underneath you?”

“Maybe I want to just put this game away,” Elliott said. “We’re only up one. Gotta keep getting our shots in.”

Mal rolled his eyes. “What, are you trying to set some personal shots on goal record?”

“Yeah,” Ivan joked, “’cause it’s not like you scored that goal.”

Elliott didn’t need the reminder that when the Evergreens had scored, it was because Ivan had flipped in the puck in a gorgeous little maneuver, right over the left shoulder of the goalie.

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