Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance by Sosie Frost

Author:Sosie Frost [Frost, Sosie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2016-08-03T04:00:00+00:00

2

Cole

Some men prayed when they began their morning. Most read the paper and ate breakfast. The lucky few spent time with their families.

My day didn’t begin until my fist curled around grass, my cleats dug into dirt, and a ball snapped.

My signal to work.

The whistle’s metallic trill echoed over the field, and a surge of adrenaline and testosterone consumed me. Even during practice, I charged at my teammates with a break-neck burst of speed. We collided—grunting, sweating, churning. That frantic bash of bone and body was the reason I was alive.

Linemen feared me.

Running backs avoided me.

Receivers hated me.

And quarterbacks? I scattered those pretty boys over the goddamned field. I was stronger than them. Faster than them. I knew the plays they’d call, and I loved when they pissed their pants as they read my blitz.

After that ball snapped, I was no longer a man. I became an animal.

The drill was supposed to end if I broke through the line, but I couldn’t stop in time. Our quarterback smacked the ground ribs first.

Tim Morgan, king of the pussies in more ways than one, landed with a whined squeal. Nothing his oxy addiction couldn’t manage, but it didn’t bode well when he rolled onto his back and stayed there, grabbing at side.

The whistles blew, and the media on the sidelines snapped entirely too many pictures. The trainers and coaching staff rushed to the field.

And I was horse-collared backward by Coach Scott as the O-Line helped Tim to his feet.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Hawthorne?”

Coach Scott wasn’t a polite or subtle man. Time hadn’t been kind to the former defensive end. He kept the weight from when he played, but he no longer had the strength to push me to the ground. He swore instead.

“It’s a goddamned practice.” He jerked my collar. “That’s our own guy you’re hitting!”

And I’d tried to pull back before I wasted him. If I were the head coach, I’d have commended me on a job well-done and bitched at our tight-end. Tory was half a step slower than usual, probably because he spent the night banging whatever scraped across the parking lot after practice. It was his fault I made it through the line.

The adrenaline practically slurred my words. “Couldn’t pull back.”

Not what he wanted to hear. Coach Scott pushed me off the field. The other linebackers cleared out, isolating me on the sidelines. Right where the media had a clear view. The line of reporters probably already tweeted the incident…just like the hundred fans pressed tight against the fence, watching the practice from the training facility’s stands.

Coach Scott yanked my shoulder pads, trying to hurt me. He was lucky my temper didn’t snap, or his neck would have been next. He pitched his headset to the ground.

This wasn’t gonna end nice.

“You better get your fucking head in this game, Hawthorne. You see him?”

Coach Scott pointed at Tim. Our fearless leader massaged his ribs and eyed the women cooing from the fence. He’d probably have his pick of them tonight before heading home to his pregnant wife and kid, family man that he was.

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