Keeping Kyle: A Hockey Allies Bachelor Bid MM Romance #3 (Hockey Allies Bachelor Bid Series) Read online

  Keeping Kyle

  A Hockey Allies Bachelor Bid MM Romance

  Jeff Adams

  Hockey Allies Bachelor Bid MM Romances

  Hot hockey players on the auction block…

  Win a date with a professional hockey player during All Star weekend in Chicago. From leading scorers to fan favorites to guys you love to hate, watch the players strut their stuff in support of the Hockey Allies charity. Place a bid. You just might find someone to keep you warm.

  One night. One bid. One hockey bachelor auction… could change everything.

  Guarding Garrett – RJ Scott

  Loving Layne – VL Locey

  Keeping Kyle – Jeff Adams

  Scoring Slater – Susan Scott Shelley

  Absolving Ash – Chantal Mer

  Keeping Kyle

  An NHL All-Star.

  A workaholic entrepreneur.

  One irresistibly tempting opportunity.

  KYLE

  I can’t believe I let my best friend talk me into being auctioned off for charity. But when I get a look at the guy who placed the winning bid, I feel like I’m the one who snagged the top prize.

  AUSTIN

  I didn’t get to where I am by letting opportunities slip through my fingers. When I learn that Kyle Pressgrove will be part of the bachelor auction taking place during All-star weekend, that’s the kind of chance that you grab ahold of, and I have no intention of letting go.

  With my career on the line and the possibility of Kyle being traded to a team half-way across the country, things between us might be over before they’ve even begun. I’d give anything to keep Kyle in my life, but everything might not be enough.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Epilogue

  Thanks for Reading!

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Jeff Adams

  About the Author

  One

  Kyle

  “You ready for the auction?” In the locker room, my younger brother Bobby started stripping out of his gear as I did the same. The other guys from our pickup game changed around us. “Got a fancy suit so you look extra hot for the bidders?”

  “Did you just say hot?” I shot a scowl at Bobby.

  “What? I want my brother to get high bids. Family honor on the line and all.”

  This locker room always took me back about a dozen years to a time when being jammed in together with a bunch of friends to change was a common occurrence. Bobby played on a recreational team in Chicago, and when I was in town, he always organized a pickup game with some of his friends and teammates.

  This weekend, I wasn’t here with the rest of the Detroit Arsenal though. The NHL All-Star Game would be played here, and not only had I—Arsenal center Kyle Pressgrove—been selected to play for the Western Conference, but I’d also be competing in the skills competition for the title of fastest skater.

  An unofficial event for the weekend that I’d gotten involved in was the Hockey Allies hockey bachelor auction to raise money for its work to ensure equality in hockey regardless of a player’s orientation or gender identity. I’m always ready to help a good cause, but being paraded out for bids scared me a bit—actually more than a bit. I’m trying not to focus on that.

  Bobby wasn’t helping.

  “Hey, Bobby, is it okay if I bid on him?” My face heated, and I suddenly felt self-conscious in just my jock shorts as one of Bobby’s friends added to my embarrassment.

  “Of course, as long as you treat him to a great date if you win.”

  “Please stop.” I buried my face in my hands, hoping to will the redness away before looking back to Bobby. It wasn’t easy though. Many of his friends chuckled. I couldn’t blame them for that since I would’ve laughed too in their shoes. “As my brother, you are not allowed to talk to me about being hot… or not being hot… or whatever. Jesus. I can’t believe I let you and Garrett”—or G, as Bobby and I called him—“talk me into this thing. And I’ve got to be up there against Mister ESPN. Really? I get that it’s a good cause, but what if I’m won by some creepy stalker type?” A valid concern since Garrett’s been dealing with that stuff. “And what if no one bids at all?”

  “Have you seen you?”

  Why? Why did he keep going?

  “The hockey body. The five o’clock shadow. Those piercing eyes. I know what people say about you online. In fact, you could give people what they want and show more skin, maybe an open shirt. As for G, it’s ESPN’s loss they didn’t pick you.”

  I snorted out a laugh. Garrett Howell, a center for the Burlington Dragons, had a perfect ESPN body, and he deserved that cover, even though I’d given him a fair amount of shit for it. My brother and I had been friends with him since we all played juniors. He even stayed with us and essentially become our third brother.

  We’d also all come out to each other.

  He’d been the third person I’d told, after Mom and Bobby. He told me shortly after he moved in with us because he’d wanted me to know, so I told him too. We’d been a great support system for each other over the years, and Mom and Bobby always had his back too. All his social media activity and the cover had brought some unwanted attention though. Even though he had someone watching out for him, I still worried.

  “You got the family looks too, you know.” I looked to divert the discussion. “You conveniently forget that sometimes.”

  “But they work better on your athletic build.”

  We weren’t twins, but Dad had apparently had dominant genes, and we carried a lot of his features—the light blue eyes, the nose that was a little too small for our heads, jet black hair, and the near constant scruff. We had his height too at just over six feet, though I had a couple inches on Bobby.

  He was also a bean pole. Where I’d filled out in high school, Bobby remained on the thin side. He’d tried to change that, but no amount of weight training did much to bulk him up.

  Luckily, we got along great. Sure, we did some picking on each other, but there was no doubt—ever—that we were tight. I think it helped that we were only a year apart, but our parents also made sure we treated each other right. They didn’t put up with any petty sibling rivalry.

  But Mom wouldn’t have even chastised him about what he was doing to me now. Odds were, she’d have joined in.

  “If you were part of the lineup, I’d bid on you, Bobby, but I don’t want Seb coming after me,” another of Bobby’s friends chimed in.

  I grabbed my phone from the shelf in the locker I used and snapped Bobby’s slightly reddened face. I rarely embarrassed him, no matter how hard I
tried. Even in middle and high school, he had a high immunity for it. Somehow his friend pushed the right button, and now I had some proof. I took a couple more pics as the redness darkened.

  “No fair, bro.” He tried for the phone, but I snatched it out of reach.

  “Totally fair. Seb’s going to love them.” Bobby’s fiancé couldn’t get much of a rise out of him either—which we both attributed to his even-keeled therapist persona.

  Bobby looked at his phone, which chirped with Mom’s tone. “She’s boarded and seems on time. She used way too many emojis to end her message.”

  I looked over his shoulder. “Is that every excited one there is? Wow.”

  Mom’s enthusiasm was bubbling over for this weekend. She might have been even more excited than me when the news broke that I’d been selected for this year’s game. It was my first time and, of course, a huge honor. My game isn’t flashy, and I’m not a face of the team or anything, but I go out and get my job done and have acquired some fans along the way. To be recognized after seven years had me pretty damn giddy.

  “You expected anything less?” Bobby asked as we headed for the showers. “I know how proud I am of you, and she’s got to be like a million times more so.”

  She’d been one of my major champions since I first laced up skates. A lot of great things were on tap for this weekend, but having my family on hand was the best part. She’d wanted to come to the auction, but we’d convinced her that wasn’t a good idea. As much as Bobby liked to harass and embarrass me, Mom coming to the auction was too much since we had no idea how the crowd would behave. Turned out, G had also hoped she wouldn’t be there since he thought of her as a mom too.

  “You know, it wouldn’t hurt if the high bidder takes you on a nice date. It’s been too long for you.”

  “Not this again.” The words came out wrapped in a groan. Bobby liked to discuss my lack of a relationship—he’d always dated more than me—but he’d escalated once he and Sebastian settled down.

  “Don’t give me that. If you gave yourself half a chance, you could find the right guy. You’re not even trying.”

  “You know how my…”

  “Schedule is. Yeah, yeah, yeah. And I know how chill the off-season is, where you could start something that lasts.” Bobby shifted from a mocking tone to something I imagined he used on his patients. “You’re going to need a date to my wedding, after all, come July. As wildly important as family is to you, you actually should find a guy to start one with. Sebastian and I are looking forward to having kids, and I have no doubt you’d be an amazing dad too.”

  “Oh my God. Did Mom put you up to this because you sound just like her right now.” This was an old conversation. I did want a family—but I also had people to take care of. I had to make sure Mom was okay and that Bobby had help when he needed it. Although, that was far less often over the past three years since he’d met Sebastian. Besides finding a good guy wasn’t easy. The last one I thought might be dateable turned out to be a jerk, breaking up with a text.

  “Maybe I just want to be an uncle and have built-in playdates with our kids.”

  “That won’t be so easy if I end up across the country.” Might as well deflect one uncomfortable conversation with another. I stepped to the side of a showerhead and started the water flow.

  “I was going to ask about that.” Bobby did the same at the shower next to mine. “Anything more concrete?”

  “No.” I sighed. “Wait and see at this point. The team is definitely looking to shore up defense. My agent told me just before I came down here that I fit the ideal profile for this trade. A couple others on the team do too, but I tick all the boxes. Knowing that only makes it worse. I appreciated Candace bracing me for that, but still…”

  “Sorry, man. Maybe if you win the skills competition or stand out, here they won’t let you go.”

  “Or, I make myself even more attractive to the other team.”

  The last thing I wanted was to leave Detroit. Unfortunately, unlike Bobby who moved away by choice, this decision was out of my hands. Thinking about it too much made me nauseous from nerves. Not only did I love my hometown, but that’s where I needed to be for my family.

  Two

  Austin

  “Do you think they’d be open to seeing all three concepts?” Marilyn, one of the lead designers, asked hopefully. “We can present all the usability data and elaborate on our points of view.”

  I adjusted my glasses, pushing them up the bridge of my nose. “I don’t know the team well enough yet to know if they’d appreciate three options or if they expect a single one.”

  Across the table, concepts were emblazoned with the logo I’d come up with four years ago—a stylized, burnt orange, smooth font “AMDD” with “Austin Murray Digital Designs” in a crisp, easy-to-read typeface. I should know what to present to this potential client, but the importance of the presentation was causing me to second guess myself. Despite the success we’d had over the past three years, to continue to grow the company and become more profitable, we needed a lot more new business. A multi-year, multi-million-dollar contract rode on the outcome of next week’s meeting to show off this work.

  The board didn’t like the projections for the next fiscal year if we didn’t land this opportunity.

  The rectangular table in the corner of my office was covered in mockups for a proposed interface for a new luxury SUV line. We’d worked to get in with this manufacturer for two years to prove we had better concepts than their current design team.

  While we’d prepped for this over the past six weeks, now that we neared the end of the line, tendrils of anxiety were extending their reach into me each day. I made it worse by keeping up a façade for my team. They knew I obsessed on details—to the degree of firing off multiple emails overnight with ideas to consider—but they didn’t need to see stress or doubt.

  If we impressed, this enhanced interface—that used voice and touch and could be used in the car or via an app—would make its debut in this new model. Not only would it be used in the dashboard but in screens for the passengers in the back as well.

  The presentation would be done on Tuesday, yet six days out, the team continued debating what to put forth. It wasn’t even as minor as colors, some of it was the core of how it looked and functioned. I didn’t want to make an arbitrary choice. The designers had good instincts and knew how to back up their opinions with data. In this case, three of the interfaces tested pretty equally—a credit to the team but also an impediment to making a choice.

  A knock on the open door made me jump. Edginess gnawed at me, making me overreact.

  Tamara—best friend, co-founder, and chief operating officer—to the rescue.

  Hopefully.

  “This isn’t good.” She dropped into a seat between me and Marilyn. Her gaze darted between us, what was on the table, and the two other designers across from us before her focus settled on me. “I don’t think you’ve moved since I was here two hours ago except to maybe shuffle papers on the table and put different things on the screen. Still can’t decide?”

  The designers shook their heads, and I shrugged.

  Tamara and I met during my sophomore year at the University of Michigan. She’d been a senior and attended a showcase of technology. In only five minutes of talking, we’d discovered a mutual passion for the opportunities of good designs meshed with good tech. Once I’d graduated and she’d finished her MBA, we’d hatched AMDD to revolutionize the driver and passenger interfaces in cars.

  “Clearly, the team is too good at their job.” I smiled at the group. Indecisiveness didn’t sit well with me, and the left side of my brain kicked the right for not putting an end to this.

  “How about I take over this discussion, and we’ll get you a final decision?” Tamara’s expression told me I needed to say yes, but I raised an eyebrow at her instead. “You need to get out of here. Your driver’s been calling because he’s worried about the traffic to get you to the airport.” />
  I picked up the tablet that displayed my top choice. “It’ll be fine.”

  Tamara took the tablet from my hands, like I was a child she was scolding. Only she could get away with that. “You’ve been looking forward to this for months. We can chat from the plane, but you need to go.”

  She had the stern face perfected—part of what made us a great team. She knew that look would rein in my controlling nature.

  “You’re right.” I sighed. I didn’t feel like I should leave though. I wanted to go to the All-Star Game, and the bachelor auction that was an unofficial part of the weekend’s activities, but this meeting… Too much depended on it.

  “Let me talk with the team.” Tamara continued to make her point. “Maybe all this needs is a fresh perspective. I’m not as emerged in all of this as you all are.”

  I held up my hands and smiled. “All right. It’s all yours. I’ll check in once we’re in flight.”

  I went to my desk and shoved a tablet and laptop in my backpack. I refrained from saying anything as the team walked Tamara through what we’d discussed.

  The All-Star Game trip had been on my calendar since it was announced it would be in Chicago. I couldn’t miss it being so close. Hockey had been my obsession since I was a kid. For the past few years, I’ve had season tickets for Arsenal games, and I convinced the board to sponsor the team too.