Scoring With Him (Men of Summer #1) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Men of Summer Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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I toss my navy-blue T-shirt to my best friend, Reese, who catches it one-handed then clutches it to her chest. “Should I act like one of your adoring fans? Try to steal your shirt? Ask for an autograph?”

I laugh. “They’re free for you, babe.”

She hugs the shirt tight. “I’m so lucky.”

“Course you are,” I say with a wink. Then I shrug. “And I don’t have that many adoring fans.”

“Emphasis on yet,” Reese says.

“Did I say yet?”

“No, but I heard the yet,” she says.

The tattoo artist laughs as she rubs alcohol on my right pec. “Gotta say—I heard it too.”

“Fine, fine. If you ladies insist, I’ll try it again.” I clear my throat. “I don’t have that many adoring fans. Yet.”

“But you will so very soon,” Reese says as she sinks into the chair facing me in Echo’s work area.

“How long have you two known each other?” Echo asks as she reaches for a razor, quickly adding she’s going to shave the location for the ink.

“Since I was eight. She was six,” I say, tossing a glance at Reese, her blonde hair curling over her shoulders, her face as familiar as my sister’s. “We grew up on the same block, across the street from each other.”

“Our grandmothers are besties,” Reese adds. “They played competitive Scrabble together as teammates, and on nights when I would fall asleep in his room at their house, we’d hear them arguing over whether ‘ew’ is a word.”

“It’s definitely a word,” Echo says as she works the blade across my chest. Delicate vines and tiny flowers twine along the porcelain skin on her right arm. “And that’s adorable. The grandmas and the sleepovers. And that you’ve known each other forever.”

Reese’s blue eyes twinkle in my direction. We’ve been down this road many times, people always trying to figure out if we’re childhood sweethearts.

But Echo doesn’t ask the usual next question—are you two together? She just tosses the razor into the trash, grabs the stencil paper, and transfers it to my chest. The design is a simple arrow; my style is minimalist when it comes to my ink. No swirly lions or elaborate skulls for this guy.

“What’s the story with this arrow?” Echo asks, sounding genuinely curious.

I’m happy to share the meaning behind this ink—my words to live by. “Reaching your goals. Finding your way. And keeping your momentum.”

“Finding your way is a good message. A good reminder.” As Echo preps the needles and ink, her eyes stray to my other tats—the mountain design, the compass, and the bands around my biceps that look like water.

“Nice art. When did you get your first?” she asks, and I’m glad she’s not prying open the why of each one.

Echo seems to sense it’s best to tread carefully. Smart woman. Ink is usually personal, but I drop a nugget I bet she’ll dig. “My grandpa brought me here for my first one when I was eighteen. He wanted to make sure I went to a good shop with a good rep,” I say.

Her smile deepens. “Let me guess—Grandpa’s got some ink too?”

“He does.” I keep going, staying ahead in the story. “I like to mark the big events in my life. That’s kind of my thing. When I hit a milestone, I like to celebrate with a tattoo. Or a piercing.”

In some ways, I am an open book. People ask me questions, and I answer them.

A lot of times, I offer info.

I don’t see the point in being all secretive and shit about who you are. It takes you long enough to figure it out sometimes, but once you do, there’s no reason to hide it.

“Once you’ve figured it out” being the operative phrase.

“What about this one?” she says, pointing to the stainless-steel barbell on my left pec. “What’s that for?”

I glance down at the piercing that runs through my left nipple. I definitely want to get ahead of this story.

Sometimes it’s easy to say.

Sometimes it takes serious cojones.

It depends on who you’re telling, and you never know with people.

“Ah, this thing?” I say, “Got that when I knew for sure I liked guys.”

I wait for the momentary surprise, the quick rearrangement of her expression. Everybody’s got some sort of reaction. But this woman with the chill attitude? She just laughs then leans a little closer. “What do you know? I’ve got one too, on my left boob. Feels great when a guy touches it, right?”

I crack up. “I highly recommend it.”

Echo glances at my friend and shoots her a smile. “I had a hunch you two were just friends.”

Reese, who shares a name with the famous actress she looks like, twists her hair into a ponytail, smiling too. “He’s my best friend.”

I wink at Reese. “You’re mine, woman.” Then I turn to Echo. Since she didn’t assume we’re together, I have a chance to satisfy my curiosity. “What gave away that there’s nothing more between us?”


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