The Jock (The Team, #1)

by Tal Bauer

You think you’ve had pussy before? You’re about to drown in pussy. Girls will be throwing themselves at you faster than you can blink.

Ew. This is a grown ass coach talking to a 21 year old college kid.

Justin had come out here be alone, but apparently, his dad had other plans.

Typo. *to be alone

“I love you,” he called after Justin. “I loved you in Paris, and I still love you. You’re everything to me. You’re the first thing I think of when I open my eyes in the morning. You’re in class with me, you’re on the field with me, you’re in the gym with me. I talk to you when I’m alone. When I’m driving in my truck. When I’m jogging or working out. You’re on my mind every minute of the day. And you’re the last thing I see every night. That photo…” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I love you, and I’m not ashamed of that.”

Before they’d driven off, he’d gargled and rinsed his mouth out with a warm bottle of water, spitting into the gutter.

Not enough. You better brush your teeth after throwing up before your mouth comes anywhere near mine.

When dawn spilled over the horizon, tipping a paintbrush of marigold and bluebonnet across the eastern sky, Wes was holding Justin in his arms as they lay in his truck bed, watching the stars fade and whispering into each other’s ears and lips and necks.

Tal Bauer, the way you write. 🥰

“Is there any epic love story that isn’t tragic?” “Ours.” Wes smiled. “It’s not gonna be tragic. It’s gonna be epic.”

Justin cock was hard and leaking,

Typo. Justin’s*

You let me believe you were dating a girl!!

Because you wouldn’t respect his privacy!

The national championship title is yours, if you go out there and do what exactly what you have every single week you won: Believe in each other.

Typo. Delete *what before exactly.