The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning #2) 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: 91
Estimated words: 88402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
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(Atlanta Lightning #2) The End Zone

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Riley Hart

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B097HSM447
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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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Atlanta Lightning Series by Riley Hart

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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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