Out of Bounds: A Bad Boy Sports Romance Read online

  Out of Bounds

  A Bad Boy Sports Romance

  Copyright 2016 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Swann Song Books

  To view the rest of Juliana Conners’ Amazon catalog,

  click here or go to: http://hyperurl.co/JCAuthorCentral

  Table of Contents

  Out of Bounds: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

  Chapter 1 – Wesley

  Chapter 2 – Wesley

  Chapter 3 – Chelsea

  Chapter 4 – Chelsea

  Chapter 5 – Chelsea

  Chapter 6 – Chelsea

  Chapter 7 – Wesley

  Chapter 8 – Chelsea

  Chapter 9 – Chelsea

  Chapter 10 – Chelsea

  Chapter 11 – Chelsea

  Chapter 12 – Wesley

  Chapter 13 – Wesley

  Chapter 15 – Wesley

  Chapter 16 – Chelsea

  Chapter 17 – Chelsea

  Chapter 18 – Chelsea

  Chapter 19 – Chelsea

  Chapter 20 – Chelsea

  Chapter 21 – Chelsea

  Chapter 21 – Wesley

  Chapter 23 – Chelsea

  Chapter 24 – Wesley

  Chapter 25 – Chelsea

  Chapter 26 – Wesley

  Chapter 27 – Chelsea

  Chapter 28 – Wesley

  Chapter 29 – Chelsea

  Chapter 30 – Wesley

  Chapter 31 – Chelsea

  Chapter 32 – Wesley

  Chapter 33 – Chelsea

  Chapter 34 – Chelsea

  Chapter 35 – Chelsea

  Chapter 36 – Chelsea

  Chapter 37 – Chelsea

  Chapter 38 – Chelsea

  Chapter 39 – Wesley

  Chapter 40 – Wesley

  Chapter 41 – Wesley

  Chapter 42 – Chelsea

  Chapter 43 – Chelsea

  Chapter 44 – Wesley

  Chapter 45 – Chelsea

  Chapter 46 – Chelsea

  Chapter 47 – Wesley

  Chapter 48 – Chelsea

  Chapter 49 – Wesley

  Chapter 50 – Chelsea

  Chapter 51 – Wesley

  Chapter 52 – Chelsea

  Chapter 53 – Wesley

  Epilogue – Chelsea

  BONUS BOOK: Jensen: A Military Bad Boy Romance

  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

  BONUS Excerpt: A Sneak Peek into Harlow: A Military Bad Boy Romance

  Don’t be left out! JoinJuliana’s Bad Boys Mailing List

  Out of Bounds: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

  This book is a work of fiction and any similarities to real places, people or events are entirely coincidental. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format except for short quotes for review purposes, without the express written consent of the author.

  To Matt, as always.

  And to Weston Michael, as a welcome to the world and to our crazy family.

  Thank you for smiling as you wait for me to finish a scene before I change your diaper.

  A NOTE TO THE READER ON THIS EDITION

  This Limited Release Bonus Edition of Out of Bounds contains a free copy of Jensen: A Military Bad Boy Romance, Standalone Book # 1 in The Bradford Brothers Series and a brief excerpt of Harlow, Standalone Book # 2 in The Bradford Brothers Series.

  If you enjoy this book, please leave a review. In addition to joining my newsletter, I invite you to view my entire catalog at my Amazon Author Page or my website, JulianaConners.com. Or, like my Facebook Page or follow me on Twitter for updates and news.

  Don’t be left out!

  Join Juliana’s Bad Boys Mailing List.

  Never miss a new release.

  And never buy a Juliana Conners book at full price again!

  Members of Juliana’s Bad Boys are the first to receive newsletter notifications of new releases at a limited time discount price of only 99 cents.

  Member of Juliana’s Bad Boys also receive an invitation to join Julianna’s ARC team where you can receive FREE Advanced Reading Copies (ARCs) of Juliana’s books before they’re even published.

  Want a chance to win an Amazon gift card?

  Subscribe to Juliana’s Bad Boys and you’ll get continued opportunities to win an Amazon gift card offered EXCLUSIVELY to members of the mailing list.

  Click here to join Juliana’s Bad Boys Mailing List

  or type this URL into your browser:

  http://hyperurl.co/JBB

  Looking for the best FREE and DISCOUNTED Romance eBooks?

  Subscribe now to the Happy Endings Book List and get great deals from bestselling authors sent directly to your inbox!

  You can also follow us on Facebook and Twitter for flash sales, limited time discounts, raffles, and other romance news!

  Click HERE to Subscribe! Happy Endings are Guaranteed!

  Chapter 1 – Wesley

  Damn it.

  Midway through walk on try outs, I pull something in my leg.

  I’m jumping back into football too soon, too hard, after too much time being away from the field.

  A stupid, avoidable injury like this is the reason I should have been practicing all summer.

  Except I thought I wasn’t going to get to play.

  Scratch that.

  I didn’t just think I wasn’t going to get to play, but I was pretty damn sure of it. Since that’s what the Powers That Be had informed me when they not so nicely dismissed me from Huningdale University and from the Warriors football team I had led to victory during my first season as its quarterback.

  “Run through it, run through it, run through it!” Coach Thompson bellows at me now.

  If only his players were as strong as his lungs.

  I can’t believe I’m trying out for such a shitty football team. The Calton Wildcats haven’t won a game in ages.

  Or at least I’m pretending to try out. Even suffering from a slight injury, I’m clearly better than every player who was on the team last season and everyone else who is trying to make the team this season.

  We all know I’m a shoe in. A deal’s been worked out and I’m already on the team; it’s just a question of whether I get to play or whether I’ll be benched for most or all of the season while I show I can behave when I’m off the field.

  Even without the deal, though, I’d still be a sure bet to make the team. No one else comes close to my talent. To be blunt, I’m too good for this team. The Calton Wildcats are a joke compared to the Huningdale Warriors.

  But thanks to the hot water I landed myself in back at my old school, it’s this team or nothing, or so I’ve been told.

  I couldn’t believe it when they told me I could play at Calton, since it had been months since they’d told me I was a goner for good. I couldn’t believe I was getting a second chance. So now I put up with Coach Thompson shouting at me while I run a bunch of lame, easy drills just for show during walk on try outs for his subpar team.

  He’s yards away, but
it feels like he’s yelling right into my ear. I have to admit, he’s a menacing presence, with his large, overbearing figure and his red, puckered-up face.

  I try to remind myself that his scary demeanor and raw anger probably come from losing too many games. And that I can fix that little problem for him.

  I’ve never been afraid of a coach, but this one has the power to make or break what little is left of my college football career— and whatever lies beyond that.

  I pick up the twisted stack of rags on the ground, as required by this drill, and keep running as fast as I can. I tell myself to forget about the pain in my leg, as well as this crazy coach’s screaming.

  “Great job, Reynolds!” he yells, as I touch both lines on the field and finish strong in the drill. “Good explosive steps despite your previous hobbling around with whatever pussy footed injury you’ve given yourself. Keep going, keep going!”

  Of course he’s impressed. I shouldn’t have worried, even for a second.

  Now it’s time for the forty yard dash. I’ve done so many drills in a row today after a long time of not doing much at all. I really should give my out-of-practice leg a rest but I just keep running. And I end up finishing with the fastest time of anyone trying out, while not even breaking a sweat.

  If it weren’t for my damn injury, it’d be a piece of cake. This try out is nothing compared to the warm ups my last coach put us through.

  “That’s it, keep going, keep it up,” shouts Coach Thompson. “Next drill. Next drill!”

  Now I touch orange cones as I run back and forth on the field. Mobility is a big deal and I know that coaches like to see it seamless— partly bum leg or not.

  Coach Thompson nods his head with an obvious mixture of pride and amazement as I continue the drill. I know he’s happy he made the right decision by agreeing to allow me to play for Calton University despite my bad reputation.

  There’s never been a football coach I couldn’t impress. Before I was the star quarterback of my last school, Huningdale University, I was the star quarterback of Piedmont High School. And before that, Piedmont Middle School.

  And I was even the star of flag football, dating way back to my elementary school beginnings. It’s in my blood. In my genes. My father was almost as good of a quarterback as I am.

  I know how to walk on to a team. Just like I know how to win football games. It’s what I do.

  That, and fuck up, apparently.

  Fuck up to the point of getting kicked off my good football team. And then needing my dad to pull strings so that my coach will strike a deal with another coach and allow me play on a shitty team for a season, to prove I can stay on the straight and narrow long enough to come back to my good football team.

  “Awesome,” Coach Thompson shouts. “Last one. Keep going.”

  I know I need to concentrate. Kiss this coach’s ass for giving me the chance to keep playing. Especially because he’s big and scary.

  But I’m in the middle of completing the rope course when I see her.

  The proverbial hot cheerleader.

  Yeah, there’s always a hot cheerleader. And I’ve had my full of them in the past— which is part of what got me in trouble at my last school.

  They loved me until I moved on, and then they’d complain that I’d treated them badly. By breaking their hearts I guess. At Huningdale, I was told to find another dating pool to swim in, to avoid drama between the cheerleading team and the football team.

  And I did, for the most part. There were plenty of other girls to fuck, many of whom came with less drama. I should have learned my lesson.

  But this cheerleader is too impressive to ignore, no matter what life lessons I’ve learned and no matter what else I’m supposed to be doing at the moment— like not blowing my second chance to play football.

  I keep my eyes on her as I hop over the ropes in my drill.

  She’s leading a team of cheerleaders onto the field to start practicing as soon as our try outs are over. She’s bouncing around as if she owns the field, and them.

  And she looks so fucking good as she’s doing it.

  Blonde hair, curvy thighs peeking out from under a short skirt.

  Tits peeking out from a low cut top, begging to be devoured.

  Holy shit.

  They weren’t kidding when they said the girls at Calton University were hot. The school’s football team and pretty much its entire athletic department leaves a lot to be desired— hence its willingness to take a chance on a damaged but talented player such as myself.

  But the Calton ladies are well known for their looks. Especially the cheerleaders. And this one is the hottest I think I’ve ever seen.

  I can feel my cock growing hard and I nearly trip.

  Not a good time.

  But damn, all I can think about is fucking her. I want to take her and bend her over and show how what a real athlete can do to her. How Wesley Reynolds, star quarterback, can make her feel. And I want to feel myself inside her.

  What I want, I make sure to fucking take.

  So I vow to myself, in the middle of walk on try outs for the football team on which I’m supposed to be on my best behavior, to take that head cheerleader.

  Chapter 2 – Wesley

  “Very good, Reynolds,” Coach Thompson says, clicking his stopwatch and interrupting my little fantasy about the head cheerleader.

  Despite my distraction, I’d managed to finish strong. And now I’m free to look without risking screwing up my try outs.

  I swear I catch her looking back at me before I turn my gaze back to Coach Thompson’s direction.

  “But you’ve got a wandering eye.”

  He glares at me, as if personally affronted by the fact that I chose to sneak a peek at the hot cheerleader. What’s it to him? As long as I manage to pull it together on the field, which I just did, I don’t see what the big deal is.

  “Keep your eye on the prize,” he continues, in a scolding tone of voice. “I can’t have my second string quarterback distracted by every passing female.”

  “Second string quarterback?” I repeat, forgetting all about his chastisement.

  I shrug as if it’s no big deal. As if I knew it all along.

  And even though I mostly did, it’s always nice to get confirmation.

  Because I need this. I would die if I couldn’t play football. The past six months of thinking my career was over just when it had gotten started had been hell.

  I need to stay on the straight and narrow now. I know that. But it’s so fucking hard. Just like my cock wants to be, inside that head cheerleader.

  “Yes. Second string quarterback. Only if you can prove to me that you can stay focused,” Coach Thompson continues, shaking his head as if he doubts my ability to do that. “Obviously I want you on the team. But you have to show me I’m taking the right risk, putting in a newbie as second string.”

  The other guys on the team make rude remarks.

  “He wasn’t that fast, Coach.”

  “Any one of us could do it better.”

  I do my best to block out the negativity. I understand why they’re jealous. I’m intruding on their territory.

  And it’s not like I’m even here by choice. This is my last chance freeway, and I have to drive steady on it so that I can get back onto the on ramp of my main career path.

  “You sure you can handle the pressure?” asks a calm, quiet voice to my left.

  I look over to see someone taking off his helmet while sandy brown hair spills out of it. He’s almost as tall as I am, and in pretty good shape. My competition in the looks department, if not the athletic department.

  “Christian Lewis,” says the guy under all the hair, extending his hand for me to shake. “First string running back.”

  “Wesley Reynolds,” I tell him. “Newbie intruder.”

  “And apparently, second string quarterback,” Christian says, his tone sounding light and refreshing compared to the gruff grumbles of my other new teammates. “Tha
t’s impressive.”

  “Thanks.” I shrug.

  “Just between you and me—” he lowers his voice. “Our first string quarterback isn’t very good. I think Coach has been looking to replace him, and you’re probably just the guy to fill the slot.”

  I nod, even though I already knew as much. Calton hasn’t been known as a good football team in years, and none of its players stand out as being particularly talented. That’s the whole reason I’m even allowed to be here.

  But I let Christian continue without interrupting.

  “He just has to make it look kosher, you know? Can’t up and put in a brand new player right off the bat. He expects you to prove yourself, and for there to be no doubt that you’re the best player for the position.”

  “I see,” I tell him, torn between thanking him for sharing the intel I already knew, and wondering why he’s so eager to help me out.

  I say nothing. I could use a friend, and I shouldn’t assume that everyone has bad motives.

  I know I’ll be moved up to first string and that I can help pull this team up from the gutter. But I have no intention of oversharing information with this teammate I just met, even though he’s clearly trying to be friendly for some reason.

  “I’ll see everyone tomorrow for practice,” Coach Thompson says, dismissing us. “Thanks to those of you who have come to try out. I’ll get you my decisions shortly.”

  “Nice, you’re the only one of the candidates who got an automatic yes,” Christian says. “Impressive.”

  “My coach back at home was really demanding,” I tell him, as a way to deflect my embarrassment.

  Even though I’ve been told I always come off as confident— cocky, even— I can’t take compliments well.

  “If it hadn’t been for him, I wouldn’t be nearly as…”

  “Good,” Christian finishes my sentence for me, nodding as if it’s a given. “That’s great about your old coach. You know, I’ve heard about you.”

  “You have?”

  I wonder whether what he heard about me was good or bad. I assume it was bad, under the circumstances and just because it was about me. I’m not about to ask him, though.