Free Hook Up (A Bad Boy Sports Romance) by Bella Love-Wins

out with the boys even though I hadn’t been away from them long enough to miss their ugly mugs. We’d all been at summer school, which was customary for members of the football team member, to make sure we kept our grades up and our bodies in shape all year long. A few hours earlier I had stopped by the frat house to hang with him, Tre and Evan, who had all made it to campus before me. Slade and Tre were local. Evan was from somewhere up north, and as we were always battling, I didn’t give a crap where he was from. That guy had a mouth on him that was probably worse than Jo’s.
    I wondered what she was up to right about now.
    Mo and Chad were the only two from our more senior bunch who weren’t back yet. Had I known the whole squad wasn’t here yet, I’d probably not have rushed to leave that little Beaumont hotel so fast.
    I was having a sweet flashback of Jo and me getting busy when Evan started his usual crap.
    “Let me be the first to say, I don’t give two fucks what any of you did over the past week. We all did the same fucking shit. We saw our folks. We drank like fish. We ate disgusting unhealthy food. We didn’t keep up with workouts. And we fucked some girls. The only difference between me and you losers is I got to tie some of them up and give one or two a nice little spanking. Did I mention it was topless tassel and ball gag night at the karaoke place up the street from my house?”
    “Too much fucking information,” Tre shouted. “Keep that freaky shit to your damn self.”
    “And the fact that you spent your whole week off inside a strip club isn’t freaky?”
    “No, it ain’t. It’s quality time with my hoes and bitches. The lap dances were off the chain!”
    “Here we go again.” Evan shook his head and turned back to face forward.
    “I’m telling y’all that’s what we need up in the frat house.”
    “A strip club?”
    “I’ll settle for two stripper poles in my room. Our usual groupies would be all over that shit.”
    “I’d like to be there when you pitch it to the landlord.”
    Slade, quarterback and team captain, raised a hand to get everyone’s attention. “Listen up, sons. I got an announcement to make.” He waited until we all simmered down before he continued. “I’m about to make a bold prediction. Who’s ready to hear it?” We all nodded in his direction. “We are going to win the SEC Southeast Conference championship this December, and then we’ll move on to scoop up the playoff semifinals. After that, we’re gonna break some skulls and take home the Nationals . Who the fuck’s with me?!”
    “Fuck yeah!” we all shouted, barking out our usual loud chanting, which was twice as loud in the car with the windows up on account of the heat and humidity.
    “And every one of us graduating this year is getting into the NFL. That’s me, Chris and Evan. Tre, you’ll have to hang on until you’re juvenile ass is old enough to graduate.”
    “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
    “What are you, eighteen?”
    “Nineteen, motherfucker.”
    “You’re still too young for strip clubs.”
    “That’s not what your momma told me.”
    Slade grumbled, then he continued. “Who else? Chad’s got a shot too. Mo, well, he has to get his grades in order. I ain’t too sure he can pull it off this year, but he will for sure by next season…Getting back to the point. This. Is. Our. Fucking. Year!”
    “Woot!”
    “We’re gonna bring it like we own it, because no one can take us on.”
    “Hell yeah!”
    After a while we got into the Baton Rouge pub district near River Road. He parked near the meeting spot for the first spot on the pub crawl. “We’re here. Let’s drink our faces off until we pass the fuck out.”

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    A fter our first stop on the pub crawl, the rest of the evening was a bit of a blur. I should have paced myself, but then again, who can really do that on a night like this? First of all, someone had let Tre do the organizing of the route. Bad fucking idea.