An Excerpt from Rip Cord, a m/m novella

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Gil Davis had hated high school. Ever the geek, he had 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 missed from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on since the first day he laid his 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.


Enjoy an excerpt from RIP CORD:

Gil squeezed between the chair and Rip, his hip brushing against Rip’s arm.


“Sorry.”


“Nothing wrong with a tight fit.”


Heat crept up Gil’s neck. There was something about the words “tight fit” coming out of Rip’s mouth which stirred his blood. As he sat down, something brushed against Gil’s ass. He sucked in a breath.


No, he must have just imagined it because Rip was busy greeting everyone at the table. He introduced Katie as Gil’s date. But hardly anyone remembered Gil. In fact, every time he repeated his name, he received blank stares.


A couple of the guys attempted to identify him by bringing up stories from the past. They were all wrong.


Had he been so unmemorable? Apparently so. At least there was a silver lining to his being easily forgotten, his fear of being teased became nil since no one remembered him.


“Hey, Rip, is that your Harley out front?” Todd Cassel yelled across the table.


“Yep. That’s mine.”


Todd had played Varsity football with Rip. “That’s wicked. All blacked out with the straight pipes. I hope they put it in your contract you have to wear a helmet.”
And was still just as obnoxious as he was back then.


“No helmet.”


Gil remembered many a time when Todd had led other guys in the locker room to pick on Gil. Numerous pranks had been pulled on him during gym class. The locker room had been his most hated place to be in school.


“Dumb. Remember when that quarterback—”


Rip cut him off. “I remember. And he’s fine now.”


Gil bit back a smile. Rip was clearly irritated. He didn’t seem interested in his old jock friends.


A little giddiness rippled up Gil’s spine as Rip turned to pin him with a stare, ignoring the jocks’ significant others smiling at him, preening, bending over to show cleavage, and—


“Gil, you remember where our lockers were?”


Gil blinked. He did. He remembered. They had been only five narrow lockers apart. Just close enough to tempt Gil and he’d always had found a reason to hang out at his locker when Rip was at his.


“They were right near our homeroom. They were in F wing.”


“F wing,” Rip repeated. A smile flitted over his lips, almost as if he had a secret he didn’t want to share. “We should see if they look the same.”


Gil didn’t know how much lockers could change, unless they had been painted.
“Wanna check it out?”


Gil shrugged before leaning forward to eye Katie. She was engrossed in yapping with the guy next to her.


Rip shifted and whispered, his warm breath against Gil’s ear, “She’s busy. We’ll be back before she realizes we’re gone.”


Gil’s cock stirred and he squirmed in his seat. He was going to have a perpetual boner if he went off into the hallways with Rip.


He didn’t want to just desert Katie without saying something first, but when he opened his mouth Katie got up and headed towards the dance floor with that guy.
Gil sat there stunned. He couldn’t believe she didn’t even say anything to him first. But on the other hand, at least he was off the hook when it came to dancing with her.


Rip nudged him in the side with his elbow. “See, she’s busy. Let’s go.”


They both rose in unison and Rip pulled Gil’s chair back, clearing the way. Gil waited for him to lead, but Rip hesitated.


“You go first.”


Hell. Well, at least Rip might not notice the half chubby he sported.


Gil shrugged and wormed his way through the room. The hair on the back of his neck stood. He imagined Rip was staring at his ass as he shifted his hips around the people, chairs and tables.


He headed toward the nearest double doors and pushed his way into a dim hallway. He didn’t have to look to see if Rip was behind him. The larger man’s presence was unmistakable. Gil stopped short.


Rip bumped into him, his arm snaking around Gil’s waist to catch him from falling forward.


“Shit. Sorry. Why’d you stop?”


Gil turned around in Rip’s hold to look at him. He expected Rip to drop his arm quickly and step back, gaining some personal space. But he didn’t.


Gil was more breathless from the closeness than the fact Rip had slammed into him.
“Uh. I… I forget which way to go.” Gil’s hands fluttered aimlessly. He didn’t know where to put them. Where he wanted to put them was on Rip’s chest—underneath that heavy jacket, of course. His hands trembled.


“Are you nervous?”


“No.”


Rip’s hand tightened on Gil’s hip, right below his belt. He leaned in.


Gil’s gaze locked with Rip’s and he held his breath.


“Liar,” Rip murmured, barely a hair’s breadth above his lips.

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JEANNE ST. JAMES loves to write hot, steamy romances. BANGED UP (a m/f erotic contemporary romance) is available at Liquid Silver Books here. Her interracial menage a trois (m/m/f), DOUBLE DARE, is available at Loose Id here. Her m/m novella, RIP CORD, is available at Phaze here. For more information on Jeanne, check out her website at www.jeannestjames.com.