Rip Cord: The Complete Trilogy
A MM Sports Romance
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, LGBTQ
Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no intentions of attending his tenth 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. A few bumps and bruises won't stop Gil from spending precious time with Rip and his toys. But when the weekend ends, will Rip disappear again? Or will Rip want to take their relationship to the next level?
The Ever After:
Rip Cord, the infamous Bad Boy of the NFL, ends up on Gil Davis’ front porch drunk as a skunk. Not only has he been fired by his franchise, but also his sports agent. His last brawl on the football field during a prime time game was the final straw.Accounting geek Gil Davis hasn’t seen his on-again, off-again lover since the summer when the professional football player whisked him away for a kinky sex-filled getaway weekend.
But immediately after, Rip returned to the NFL and was on the road leaving no time for Gil. Now Rip wants to come back into Gil’s life one more time, this time to not only make a future with him, but to finally admit who he really is deep down inside. After hiding his sexual preference since he was a teen, Rip realizes he’s made too many bad choices along the way. It’s time to make the right choice with Gil.But is Gil ready to forgive Rip for keeping him at a distance? And more importantly, after two false starts, can they finally live happily ever after?
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Ripley “Rip” Cord was just as tall as Gil remembered. Around five inches taller than him, not that Gil was a squirt. The football player was at least six foot two.
And every inch of him was muscle. Not lean muscle, but heavy muscle. Heavy, rounded, lickable muscle.
Gil glanced at Katie. “You’re drooling.”
Katie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “As if you aren’t.”
Gil snagged her wrist and backpedaled until he rammed into something hard. It was the table with the place settings.
Gil peered over Katie’s shoulder to see if his klutziness had caught Rip’s attention.
Luckily it hadn’t. The man was completely surrounded by their old classmates clamoring for his attention.
Throughout the years, he’d followed Rip’s career in the newspapers, on the evening news, on ESPN.
And in the tabloids.
Rip was well-known. Unfortunately it was as the “bad boy” of the National Football League. He started out with a great career in the NFL, drafted straight out of college. He was one of the best wide receivers in the league, but it was all his rumored problems that kept him in the spotlight, not his stats.
And that famous wide receiver was here. Now.
After Rip helped Gil out of the tub, he gently toweled him off, dressed him in a fresh pair of boxers and a T-shirt before making him relax on the couch as Rip cooked them dinner. He was told not to move under any circumstances. The only move Gil did make was to shift enough to get a better view of Rip as he moved around the kitchen.
When a pro football player like Rip was only wearing tight boxer briefs while he cooked, it was impossible not to watch. The ripple of muscle as he chopped, rinsed, and grabbed things was mesmerizing.
Rip was more edible than whatever he was cooking.
Though Gil had to admit whatever he was making smelled really good.
Gil pushed off the couch and immediately was chastised. “Get back on the couch!”
“I have a bump on my head and I’m a little ouchy. I’m not an invalid.”
From across the room, Rip gave him a don’t-sass-me-boy look, like his mother used to do, along with a raised brow.
“I’m fine,” Gil insisted. And he was for the most part. His head just ached a little and his body hurt here and there at the impact spots, but, again, he wasn’t going to use his injuries as a reason to miss out on any man loving that Rip was willing to give him.
Gil licked his lips as he came around the counter and saw Rip’s profile in his tight underwear.
Even soft he was quite a specimen.
“Does it look good?”
Rip glanced up from stirring veggies in a pan and saw where Gil’s eyes were glued. Rip laughed and, with a finger under Gil’s chin, lifted his head. “I’m up here.”
They both laughed.
With a high voice Rip mimicked a woman saying, “All men do is talk to my boobs. I’m up here, not down there!”
A moment later Rip was back to being serious. “You cook?”
“If you consider microwaving frozen meals as cooking.”
Rip shook his head. “I taught myself to cook so I could eat healthy during the season. I let myself cheat a lot more off season. The Food Network tends to inspire me to learn new dishes. I guess I could’ve hired someone, but…” He shrugged.
Who was this Rip? Cooking? Taking care of Gil? Maybe Gil should check him for a concussion instead. The man in front of him was suddenly baffling Gil.
He loved that Rip was a bad boy. Because who didn’t love a bad boy? Bad boys were sexy and hot and everybody wanted a taste of one. At least for a little while. They may not be the best thing for a serious relationship, but they sure were fun while they lasted.
But he was also loving this domestic side of Rip. A side he’d never seen before. It actually gave him some hope.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mr. Gilbert Davis. Put the ol’ brakes on. Don’t get your hopes up thinking this is going to last and Rip is suddenly going to become the perfect domestic partner.
There was no reason to disappoint himself.
But for now Gil was pleased. Rip was cooking him dinner. Whatever he was cooking was sizzling. Gil peered into the pan, and his mouth watered.
Rip lifted a spoonful to Gil’s lips. “Yep. Chicken.”
Gil took a taste from the oversize spoon. As he swallowed, he fought back a cough.
“Oh yeah. It’s a little spicy. Sorry.” Rip quickly poured Gil a glass of water and handed it to him. “Milk would be better, but there isn’t any in the fridge.”
Gil downed the whole glass. His lips were on fire. The water hadn’t helped.
“You don’t like spicy foods? It’s good for you. It’ll kill any parasites you have.”
Gil’s jaw dropped. “What? Is that true?” He placed a hand over his belly. “Do you think I have parasites?” The question ended in a little squeak.
Rip shrugged. “You never know.”
Holy crap. The thought that there may be questionable things crawling around inside of him wigged him out. He was going to put parasites right next to spiders, snakes, and all the other creepy-crawly things he tried to avoid.
“Hey, I have a can of coconut milk in the cabinet. I can add that to cut down the heat, if you want.”
What Gil wanted was to not think about whether there was something invading his gut or not. So he was tempted to eat a whole plate of it as hot as it was. Kill those little bastards off.
But he also didn’t want anything that would affect how he felt later when they were getting intimate. Gil wasn’t sure how eating such spicy food would affect his stomach. And he certainly didn’t want to lose the feeling in his lips. He wanted to make sure he could feel everything his lips touched on Rip.
“Grab a can from the cabinet next to the sink.”
Gil opened the cabinet door, and inside were stacks of canned goods. As he sorted through looking for the coconut milk, Rip’s heat was suddenly against his back and his ass, his body molding against Gil’s.
Gil sighed when Rip wrapped his arms around him, one large hand on his chest and one on his belly.
“I saw you reaching up and your T-shirt pulled up just enough that a little stretch of skin was exposed above your boxers. I want to taste that strip. I want to pull off your shirt and lick my tongue up your spine.” Rip nuzzled his nose against the tender spot where Gil’s shoulder and neck met. Rip’s warm breath tickled his skin, making him break out in goose bumps.
Gil leaned back against the hard wall of Rip’s chest. Turning his head just slightly, he inhaled the scent of Rip’s hair. The woodsy smell of the shampoo was becoming familiar to him. He would always think of Rip when he smelled something similar.
“So what’s stopping you?” Gil murmured at Rip’s temple.
“Burning dinner.” Rip kissed the back of Gil’s neck as he pulled their hips together tight. “Fuck. I need to stop before I can’t.”
Which need was greater? The one for sex or the one for food?
Preservation before gratification, Gil guessed.
Rip pulled away. He snagged a can of coconut milk and doctored the stir-fry. He dished them up two plates, and they settled down at the table with a beer for Rip and an iced tea for Gil.
“I’d pour you a whiskey, but you took those pain pills. So it’s not a good idea.”
Gil was sooo disappointed he couldn’t drink the whiskey. He sipped the sweetened iced tea. It was more his speed.
Now that the heat was quenched, the stir-fry was impressive. The chicken was tender and the veggies still firm. Rip had used brown rice instead of white. Tamari sauce instead of soy. Healthier choices. “You’d make a good wife,” he said to Rip.
Rip paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. “Should I find myself a sugar daddy so I can be a kept woman?”
“Can you do laundry?”
“Do you clean?”
“Only when I have to. I haven’t had to since being drafted and could afford a housekeeper.”
“Can you maintain a pool?”
Rip tilted his chair back onto two legs and gave Gil a long look. “Oh yeah. I’d wear tight short shorts and baby oil as I vacuumed the pool.”
Gil licked his lips. He closed his eyes and could picture it. Rip walking around the edge of pool, his muscles all slick, the tight shorts pressing against his cock and ass. Gil would have to come out of the house to wipe off the beads of sweat for him. Maybe spray him down a little with the hose so he didn’t get too hot.
The bang of Rip’s chair returning to the floor made Gil open his eyes. “Was it good for you?”
“No, the little fantasy you were having.”
“Oh yeah. I need to buy a house with a pool.”