E.M. Lindsey

Copyright © 2022




“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Adrien flinched in surprise.  “You asked me to stay.”

“I…not all night,” he blurted.  He didn’t mean to sound so blunt, and hell, maybe he had asked him to stay.  Under the influence of his meds, he might have asked Ravi for anything, which terrified him.  He hated taking anything for pain when there were strangers around, and his stomach started to twist.  “Did I say that?”

Adrien sighed and dropped his leg down.  “No.  But I wanted to make sure you were okay.  And you’ve only been asleep for three hours.”

Ravi could have sworn he’d been out all night.  It felt like at least a day had passed—if not a week.  He rolled onto his back and scrubbed his hand down his face.  “You can go.”

Adrien hummed, then turned to face him and there was something in his eyes.  “Is that what you want?”

Ravi swore for a second that he was choking on his own tongue.  He opened his mouth to tell him yes—obviously.  He wouldn’t have suggested that if he hadn’t meant it.  But…shit.  The idea of laying in the bed on his own was awful.

And in that moment, he felt heat between them.

“Would you stay if I asked?”

Adrien ran his tongue over his bottom lip.  It didn’t look like he meant it to be erotic, but it was pink and it was wet and Ravi had a sudden, wild need to taste it.  “I took off my leg.”

Although Ravi didn’t understand the significance, he could hear the weight of that statement.  Shifting over, he propped up on his elbow and looked Adrien right in the eye.  “Then stay.”

He watched the way Adrien swallowed, his throat bobbing, and the way his brow furrowed as he realized that Ravi was serious.  A short eternity passed, then Adrien swung his leg over the side of the bed and stood up.

Ravi’s heart sank to his feet and his hand dropped to his side.

“Can I take my jeans off?”

For a second, it felt like Ravi couldn’t get enough air, then he sucked in a breath and nodded.  “Yes.”  He realized he should probably do the same, and maybe have a piss, and brush his teeth.  The weight of what he was asking was heavy now, because there was a line drawn in the sand and Adrien crawling under the covers with him wouldn’t necessarily mean he’d crossed it.

But Ravi also knew that Adrien wanted him.  The quiet desire that had been simmering just under Ravi’s skin had been reflected back at him in Adrien’s gaze.  He just wasn’t sure either one of them would be brave enough to take the first step.

The last thing Ravi Chandola needs is to define his career by a single mistake he made off the ice. But it’s not that easy when you’re the captain of an NHL team and the press is always watching, waiting to pounce.

And to make matters worse, Ravi now has community service under the supervision of a former professional figure skater who hates him with a fiery passion. But things aren’t so simple when it comes to ice king Adrien Fischer.

He’s hot but cold.

He’s soft but sharp.

And in spite of telling Ravi there can never be anything between them, Adrien can’t seem to stay out of Ravi’s orbit. 

Ravi’s life is complicated enough without this man who can’t seem to make up his mind, but as much as Ravi wants to walk away, he knows he’s in it for however long Adrien will have him. So what hope does he have left? Just a miracle that the ice king’s heart will thaw and allow Ravi in.

Breakaway is the first book in the Sin Bin: West Coast series featuring the fictional NHL Team, the Denver Huskies. This story contains bad geography, a best friend with feelings-burritos, platonic cuddling, cute squirrels, spicy food, and of course a happily ever after.