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Total pages in book: 91
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Jeremy
Seeing my best friend West, happy with his fiancé opened my eyes to things I’ve been missing in my own marriage. My divorce, which was amicable, followed. Strangely, at West’s wedding, I find myself confiding in Darren, the straight, confirmed bachelor and star quarterback of the Atlanta Lightning. Darren is a full-steam-ahead kind of guy, and one talk leads to hanging out, swapping phone numbers, and pranking West and Anson while they’re on their honeymoon. When I head back to California, I expect our chats to end, but I couldn’t be more wrong.

Darren
I still can’t say how it happened, how a random decision to strike up a conversation with Jeremy turned into…whatever this is. All I know is, months later, my days aren’t complete until we tell each other good night. Whether it’s on our calls or when he flies to Atlanta, we talk about everything, lying awake together half the night. Jeremy’s got me feeling…different. If it was just my newly discovered bisexuality, that’d be one thing. I’m not one to stress about being into a man for the first time. It’s the other stuff, the way he makes my pulse race and my heart swell, that’s throwing me for a loop.
I didn’t think I was made for relationships, thought something inside me was broken, but I want it all with him. Except, it feels like as soon as we make it past one obstacle, there’s an even bigger one waiting for us. We just have to keep our heads in the game and our eyes on the prize, to make it to the end zone, before one last tackle takes us down for good.
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Chapter One

Jeremy

I watched my best friend West move together with Anson, his new husband, in their first dance as a married couple. They’d been together…three…four years? Give or take. I couldn’t say exactly, since part of their relationship had been in hiding. I’d found out by accident one day when I went to see West and discovered a half-naked professional football player at his house.

The bastard. He had all the luck. I was still taking partial credit for getting the two of them together, though. Sure, they met at a hotel bar, but West didn’t figure out who Anson was until he went to a Lightning football game with me. That had been the beginning of all this.

It was amazing to see him so…happy. So fulfilled. West had hidden behind a facade most of his life, showing the world nothing but his smile and his cockiness, but beneath it all, there had been a man who just wanted to be loved. A man who hadn’t felt completely worthy of it.

Anson loved him fiercely, and I was grateful every day that West had found him.

Also, slightly melancholy for myself. Their happiness had made me acknowledge I wanted more, that as much as I loved my husband—well, ex-husband now—I needed more.

It wasn’t anything Bobby had done wrong, per se. If anything, I was the one who’d changed the rules. We’d been content in our open marriage, even though we rarely saw one another because of his travel schedule. It had taken me a while to realize how much I missed him when he was gone, that I wanted us to come home to each other more days than we didn’t, and that I didn’t want to attend special occasions with my friends without him. That I wanted…well, I wanted what West had. I didn’t want to feel alone, which was what it had begun to feel like.

Bobby was still one of my closest friends and always would be. I didn’t blame him. Sometimes things just changed, and they had changed for us. That was a consequence of living and growing.

When I heard West laugh, my gaze found him again. They both looked gorgeous in their white tuxes. Anson was smiling, West’s head dropped back, enjoying whatever it was his husband had said to him.

Lucky. Bastard.

“They’re ridiculous.”

I looked over, already knowing the deep voice belonged to Darren Edwards. He was the quarterback for the Lightning and Anson’s best friend. Darren and I had walked down the aisle today together as West and Anson’s best men. Anson’s brother, Elias, had performed the ceremony. “Sweet enough to make me nauseated,” I replied, which earned me a raspy chuckle.

I let my gaze travel up and down Darren as he sat down. He was straight, but a guy had a right to look. He was tall, over six feet. Lean muscle that I knew was ripped as fuck under the shirt he wore. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his thick forearms—more muscle wrapped in warm, chestnut skin.

Darren kept his dark hair buzzed short. His eyes were a whiskey color, with thick, full, dark lashes.

Fuck. Why did he have to be straight? I could use a distraction.

“I got something on my face or what?” he asked.

“No, just lamenting how unfair it is that you don’t like men.” I hoped he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Even though I was close with West, and Darren was with Anson, I didn’t know Darren very well. I moved back and forth between San Francisco and LA—well, it would be San Francisco only now. Bobby had stayed in LA mostly, but over the years, he’d been there even less and rarely made it to the Bay Area. I traveled to Atlanta fairly often because I’d gone in on You Belong, the queer alliance center that was West’s dream. I still wasn’t sure why I’d done it. We’d planned on having a California office, but that hadn’t materialized yet. Maybe I’d needed a change long before I’d realized it.

“Hello? Earth to Jeremy.” Darren waved his hand in front of my face.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

“Just that it makes sense. I drive the ladies wild, so looks like some queer guys might be the same.” He winked, then sobered. “Shit. It’s okay to use that word, right? Anson does, and I hear it when I help out at the center sometimes.”

His concern was sweet. “It’s mostly okay. It’s been reclaimed, but it still carries a lot of pain for some people.”

“Fuck. Sorry. I have a habit of sticking my foot in my mouth.”

“You’re okay saying it around me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yep.”

He grinned. “So then back to you thinking I’m hot…Don’t you have a husband?”

It showed how often Bobby and I were together that Darren had never even met him. Disappointment flooded my chest. Our decision was the right thing, I knew it was, but I still hated to…well, fail at something, and that’s what divorce felt like. “I did,” I admitted before taking a drink of my whiskey. “Signed the divorce papers before getting on the plane for Atlanta.”


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The Endgame (Atlanta Lightning #1) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-endgame-atlanta-lightning-1-read-online-riley-hart Sun, 25 Apr 2021 11:47:56 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-endgame-read-online-riley-hart Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Atlanta Lightning Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 109
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
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Weston
When I left home, I swore I'd never hide anything about myself again. From college, to law school, to the United States Senate representing California, I've done it all as an out gay man. So, when I'm in DC and see a beautiful guy at the hotel bar, I don't hesitate to proposition him...right before he runs out on me, leaving his sunglasses behind like my very own Cinderfella.

Anson
I've always known I'm gay, but never acted on it. Pretending isn't easy, but it means I can keep playing football. No one has ever guessed my secret until the gorgeous man at a bar in DC. At least he doesn't know who I am--the best tight end in the NFL, playing for the Atlanta Lightning. Though my identity doesn't stay a secret from him for long.
Between texts and late-night phone calls, we get to know each other. West's the only person who knows all the parts of me, just like I know his. When he asks for one night together so he can show me what it's like to be with a man, I can't say no. But once isn't enough, and we keep sneaking around together--brief encounters, in California, Georgia, or DC, filled with passionate touches and whispered truths.
I never thought I'd have love. West never thought he'd want it. Now we're all in with each other, but he still has time left in his Senate term. I have contract obligations to fulfill, and I'm closeted. We don't even live in the same state. The odds are stacked against us, but if there's one thing I know, it's how to win. He's the endgame in the biggest challenge of my life, the one I'm banking my future happiness on.
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Chapter One

Anson

July

All I wanted to do was collapse.

It didn’t matter how many years I’d been in the league or the shape I was in—which was pretty damn good shape—NFL training camp was brutal. My muscles were on fire, an ache that throbbed bone deep. After a couple of weeks of hard-core workouts, fitness testing, and multiple offensive line drills and practices per day, it was over. Now the real fun began. The games. The competition. The hard hits, sweat, blocking, speed. The one place I felt alive. God, I fucking loved football. It was as vital as the blood in my body, and I knew I could never live without it.

I stood under the showerhead, scorching water pelting my skin. It was hot as balls—being summer in Georgia, after all—but heat against my body always helped work some of the pain away.

I took my time, staying as long as I could before turning off the faucet, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around my waist. I padded across the floor to my locker. Most of my teammates—the rest of the Atlanta Lightning—were already dressed, bullshitting with each other or talking on their phones.

“Hawkins, you got plans tonight?” Darren asked, rubbing a hand over his shaved head. He was our quarterback and my closest friend on the team. We’d been drafted the same year and had spent our whole careers as teammates. As a tight end, I was part of the offensive line and helped protect the quarterback as well as receive passes. Darren and I had great chemistry together and had from the start.

“Nah, and I want to keep it like that. I can hardly move, much less go get laid.” Which I knew was exactly what Darren would want to do. It was what he always wanted to do. But my issues made things…difficult. I’d always thought the older I got, the more years I had in the league, shit like that would get better. My teammates got married—some of them more than once—had kids, and yeah, I guess in some ways it was easier because the pool of people who asked me to go out was now smaller. In the beginning, we’d all been young, and rich for the first time in our lives, and all they’d wanted to do was party, which always included fucking…something I was interested in, just not with women the way they were.

“What the hell, man? We’ve been training for weeks, and you don’t want to go out and relax?”

I grabbed my boxer briefs and tugged them on under my towel. Darren was standing naked in front of me. He always let it all hang out. I kept my gaze focused away from him, not because I wanted him—I didn’t—but because I felt like a piece of shit lying to him. If it ever came out that I was gay—I wasn’t sure how it would since I’d never let myself act on it—but if it did, I didn’t want my teammates to ever have something to hold against me. To ever wonder about “glances” in the locker room.

“You got one part of that correct. I’d like to relax. That means going home and staying in bed, not spending a night drinking and trying to get my dick wet.”

“You should always want to get your dick wet, Hawkins. I swear, you’re such an old-ass man sometimes.”

“And you’re such a kid sometimes,” I countered. “We’re twenty-six.”

“Oh. Ouch. That hurt. Is that what you call a dad joke? You’re not a father, but like I said, you’re old.”

I glanced his way and rolled my eyes, and we both laughed.

“At least you’re not crushing Mia’s dreams by getting serious with anyone,” he added.

Mia was Darren’s older sister. As my relationship with Darren evolved, I’d become close with his family and he with mine. We were both Georgia boys, both grew up without shit and probably still wouldn’t have shit if it wasn’t for our talent. Now we were fucking superstars, and we’d both been named eligible bachelors in some ridiculous magazine I couldn’t remember the name of. We took care of our families, though Darren’s was bigger than mine. I just had Mama and my younger brother, Elias.

But yeah, Mia had a crush on me. I’d told myself before that maybe I could make it work with Mia. I liked her. She was a sports agent, hilarious, outspoken, and loved football. If I could get serious with any woman, it would be Mia, but…I knew I couldn’t. I hadn’t tried. Putting her in that situation wasn’t fair to her.

“I don’t know why the fuck she likes your ugly mug,” Darren teased when I didn’t reply.

I flipped him off, then tugged a tee over my head and winced. Fuck, my body ached. I needed a massage, maybe an ice bath. “What can I say? She has good taste. I’ve heard I’m the sexiest man in the NFL.”


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