Page 95 of Cold as Ice

Mal didn’t say anything else, but Elliott didn’t miss his sharp grin.

And the next time they took the ice, there was an aggression in Mal’s play too. Like he didn’t give a flying fuck anymore, and Elliott couldn’t deny he loved watching him like this.

Like he was in the middle of breaking all those walls that kept the real Mal battened down and suddenly he just saidfuck itand kicked the remainder out.

It was an uncharacteristic emotion from him, and Elliottlovedit.

After the game, which they’d won 1-0 on that sweet goal of Ramsey’s, Elliott checked his phone before he headed to the shower and wasn’t surprised to see a bunch of messages on the screen from the sister chat.

From Macey:more PFM!!!!!

Then Nina responded:does it count as PFM if Mal didn’t score?

Connie chimed in next.It sure does, more so because Mal knew he couldn’t take the shot himself, before that asshole got to him, so he shot it to Ramsey. A+ choice of a selfless boytoy, bro.

Elliott chuckled under his breath. Typed out his response.He’s not my boytoy.

Connie’s text back was nearly instantaneous.But he SHOULD be.

Nina:I’m with Ell on this one. He’s not a boy. He’s ALL MAN. Congrats, baby bro.

Elliott hadn’t told them anything had happened yet. He hadn’t knownhow. Or what to even say. He was so afraid to spook Mal, only for him to raise all those walls again, that he was just trying to live in the moment.

Macey responded last.Speaking of all man, when are you going to give Ramsey my number?

Elliott chuckled.Never, that’s when.

I don’t need a commitment. I just want to tackle all that for at least one night.

Ew gross,Nina texted.Save your weird football flavored fantasies for your other group chats.

“What’s so funny?”

Elliott glanced up and Mal was there, hair slicked back, towel around his waist. He’d already finished showering. Elliott felt his heart stutter.

“I was just talking to the sister chat.” Elliott glanced over at where Ramsey was re-enacting the goal with Brody cheering him on. “My sister wants me to give Ramsey her number.”

Mal looked unimpressed. “Does she know what he’s like?”

“Oh, yeah. Doesn’t care. She’s . . .uh . . .well, she’s a bit like me, I guess.” Mal frowned, then, and Elliott quickly regrouped. “Like Iwas.”

“Oh.”

“What I mean is that she wouldn’t give a shit if it was . . .uh . . .temporary.”

Mal’s frown deepened. “I don’t understand that.”

Mal wouldn’t.

“Well, I understand both points of view. If you get my drift.” Elliott really hoped that he did. Because he did not want to fuck this up, and all because Macey wanted to bed Ramsey.

Mal gave a single nod. “You gonna go get cleaned up?” he asked.

“I was planning on it, just got derailed by the sister chat,” Elliott said.

“Good.” Mal paused. Lowered his voice. “I was thinking we could . . .” Cleared his throat.

Elliott took pity on the guy. Though it was hardly pity when he was going to get at least one—and more like two—spectacular orgasms out of the situation. “We could go back to my place?” he suggested.

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