Book 1 & 2 in the Rip Cord trilogy combined into one novella available now!
Book 3: Rip Cord: The Ever After will be available 11/15
- Length: Novella
- ISBN: 978-1-68252-223-3
- Genre: LGBTTQ, Contemporary
- Cover Artist: Syneca Featherstone
- BUY LINK: http://www.loose-id.com/rip-cord.html
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.
Geek extraordinaire Gil Davis hooked up with his long-time crush Rip Cord, the Bad Boy of the NFL, during their tenth year class reunion. It was a dream come true for Gil, so when Rip surprises Gil with a trip to the pro football player’s cabin on the lake two weeks later, Gil looks forward to their weekend alone. Since Rip is still deep in the closet due to his career, Gil will take any stolen moments they have. Little does Gil know, those moments will be filled with a blindfold and ropes, as well as a bad tumble down the mountain.
But a few bumps and bruises won’t stop Gil from spending precious time with Rip and his toys. However when the weekend ends, will Rip disappear again? Or will Rip want to take their relationship to the next level?
- Note: Rip Cord: The Reunion was previously released by another publisher. The Weekend is new and not previously published.
Gil Davis’s breath stopped. Was the Bad Boy of the National Football League really calling him?
He glanced at his caller ID again just to be sure.
Rip had said he was going to call. He had even plugged his digits into Gil’s phone the last time he saw him; however, his former classmate never did. Gil just figured Rip decided he didn’t want anything but a one-night stand. Gil had been disappointed, yes, but not surprised.
“Get ready. I’m coming to get you in an hour.”
“Rip?” So, it wasn’t just a butt dial.
“Wear jeans and shit kickers—you do have boots, right? And pack enough for a weekend in the woods. You won’t need much.”
Of course it was Rip. Holy crap. It. Was. Rip!
After hooking up the night of their high school reunion, he never, ever thought he’d hear from Ripley “Rip” Cord again. The pro football player was in the closet. Like deep in the closet. Gil thought Rip had used him that night just to get his rocks off. Honestly, they had both gotten their rocks off, so Gil wasn’t complaining about having a copious amount of sex with his high school crush.
It had been a dream finally come true, but honestly…Gil never thought it would happen again. Why did the hot football player want him again? Him, little ole geek Gil.
Gil’s heart thumped in his chest.
“Are you there?”
Rip’s deep voice made him shiver. What had occurred that night two weeks ago flashed through his mind. It was going to happen again! He wanted to squeal like a girl.
“Yes! Yes, I’m here.”
“Be ready. You’ve got an hour.”
Gil’s cell phone went dead. He stared at it in his hand like he’d never seen it before.
A weekend in the mountains?
He would have to get his roommate and best friend, Katie, to help him pack. He knew nothing about packing for the outdoors.
Katie hovered by the bay window while Gil stood on the front stoop of their little shared house. She was as excited as he was. Okay, maybe even more so, since Gil sort of, kind of, dreaded the mountains. Well, the outdoors in general. The bugs. The dirt. Fresh air. Okay, maybe not air. Oxygen was necessary for breathing. But being an accounting nerd, he tended to prefer being indoors. It was safer. And he was less likely to hurt himself, klutz as he was.
When he heard the deep roar of a motorcycle coming up the street, Gil gripped the handle of his rolling carry-on like a lifeline.
The man of his dreams—his crush since ninth grade—rolled into the driveway on his blacked-out Harley Davidson. His broad shoulders were encased in a black, heavy-duty leather biker jacket. The kind with all the rivets, buckles, and snaps. All that leather made his solidly honed body appear even bigger. When he pulled up to Gil, Rip’s shoulder-length dirty blond hair was a mess from the wind. But it made him look like a badass. That’s because Rip was a badass! A sexy, hard-core badass. Gil’s cock agreed as it twitched in his jeans.
Rip shut down the powerful machine between his legs and stared at Gil. No, not stared. Rip inspected every inch of him, from his short brown hair to his T-shirt and light Windbreaker, to the blue jeans, which were still a like-new dark blue since Gil hardly wore them. His gaze stopped on Gil’s boots.
A wide smile showed off all his white, perfect teeth. He nodded his head in approval.
Gil just happened to have some of those “shit-kicker” boots at the back of his closet. But what do you know…there wasn’t a scuff on them, of course. He had only worn them once at a Halloween party when he had dressed as a construction worker.
Rip finally unmounted the big bike, and Gil caught his breath. Rip was wearing worn, holey jeans that fit him sinfully well.
“What’s this?” Rip asked, jerking the overnight bag out of Gil’s hands. He shook his head, frowning. “No. No. No.”
He flipped the small suitcase onto the ground and unzipped it. He started tossing everything out of it.
“You don’t need all this shit.”
Rip pulled two pairs of boxers, two pairs of socks, and a couple of T-shirts out of the pile he’d made on the ground. His book! Gil watched with dismay as Rip tossed the book he was currently reading onto the lawn. The book’s spine was going to be creased!
Rip lifted the flap on one side of a leather saddle bag and stuffed only the essentials into it, including a toothbrush. And, fortunately, his spare glasses.
But his razor! His shampoo and conditioner. His brush. His dental floss. His nasal spray.
Stuff he needed…
Ugh. He was such a pussy. Rip must be used to roughing it like a real man. Clearly, something Gil was proving he wasn’t.
Gil turned toward the house and saw Katie’s eyes widen, but she was laughing from behind the window. She gave him two thumbs-up and then an obscene hand gesture. The one indicating intercourse.
Gil felt heat rolling up into his cheeks as he turned back to Rip, but let out a big “oof!” as Rip shoved a helmet into Gil’s sternum.
Gil looked at the helmet as if it was an alien, then plopped the thing on his head. The weight of it felt awkward, uncomfortable, and unbalanced when he tilted his head. He struggled to tighten the straps until Rip impatiently pushed Gil’s hands aside and within seconds had the helmet secure. Rip patted the helmet and laughed.
Rip shook his head with an amused expression. “Really? You’ve never been on a motorcycle before?”
Of course he’d never been on a motorcycle before! Why was he such a nerd?
Gil awkwardly straddled the bike, trying not to kick Rip in the back or head as he mounted.
“I suggest you hang on tight. Real tight. Road rash never did a body good.”
“You’re not wearing a helmet?”
Gil got a laugh for an answer. The night of their class reunion, the rest of the jocks had ribbed Rip about not wearing a helmet, and Gil just thought Rip was trying to look tough in front of them. To live up to his nickname. But apparently not.
Rip kicked the side stand up and hit the Start button. The bike jumped to life with a roar, the vibrations making Gil’s stomach shaky. Hopefully Rip didn’t hear his yelp when the motorcycle shot out of the driveway unexpectedly, almost giving Gil whiplash.
On the two-hour ride to the cabin, Gil found every reason to hold on to Rip tightly. And there was nothing better than being behind Rip, having his hips tight against the larger man’s ass. Well, being naked would’ve been better.
Gil brushed a dead bug off his face shield. On the other hand, being naked on a bike with bugs committing hara-kiri might not be all that hot.
The motorcycle kicked up dust on the long dirt lane through the woods to the cabin. The bike wobbled and bucked a few times, causing Gil’s heart to jump into his throat. But when they came to the clearing where the cabin was, Gil sucked in a breath. This was not a rustic cabin like he’d been expecting. This was a sprawling, ranch-type log home with a long deck overlooking a vast, serene lake.
Rip turned the key and the beast—which is what Gil now thought of the motorcycle as—got quiet.
The football player turned his head slightly. “Anytime now.”
Huh? Oh! Gil unmounted the beast and stood on shaky legs. He groaned as he stretched his cramped muscles.
“Don’t worry. We’ll work out the kinks later.”
Gil sure hoped so. He turned in a slow circle, taking in the lake view, the surrounding woods, the seclusion of it all. It made Gil wonder if this place was an escape for Rip from the public life of being a star football player. A place where Rip didn’t have to live up to the reputation of being the Bad Boy of the NFL.
But as pretty a picture as it was, the cabin and the lake suddenly reminded him of summer camp when he was a young teen. He remembered the teasing he got from the other male campers and how none of the girls had ever been interested in him. It had been his worst summer ever. Four long weeks of living in a rustic, spider-filled cabin and having to use latrines to go to the bathroom in. Latrines as in shit pits. You know, the holes in the ground where excrement piled up like a mountain and every once in a while, someone—he felt sorry for the person who had to do it—would sprinkle lye into the hole. Gil’s nose crinkled as he remembered the gag-inducing smell.
He had come home covered in poison ivy and mosquito bites. And because he refused to take off his shirt when swimming, he had been just as pale at the end of the month as before he went.
To this day, Gil still hadn’t forgiven his parents for sending him there. The next year they had tried to make up for their mistake by sending him to a computer camp. At least there he had been with his own kind.
“Are you just going to stand there all evening?”
Gil glanced at his watch. It was getting late since they’d left the house not long after Gil had come home from work.
His stomach let out a loud growl.
Gil nodded his head.
“Luckily I had the caretaker fill the fridge with food. Let’s grab some grub and unpack.”
Unpack? What was there to unpack? Everything he planned on bringing was still back on his lawn at home.
Copyright © Jeanne St. James