Jock Boyfriends Novels & Stories

I huffed, “don’t think you’re getting out of this so easily. I know what you did to transport us here is not normal.” Jake rolled his eyes and looked at Bryce, “did you really space jump her?” “I had to, she was about to be shot,” he told them. His two brothers looked shocked and then started to fuss over me. “Babe, are you okay?” Cody asked me seriously. “I’m not your babe, I have a boyfriend,” I told him. Cody and Jake sharply inhaled a breath in unison, “you what?” “I have a boyfriend,” I repeated. “Dump him,” Jake said without fanfare.

Reminding him of his other pressing issue isn’t the nicest thing to do when he is already so distressed. “So, uh, you and Ben are pretty serious, huh?” he asks, looking back at me after a long moment of silence. I finger the hairs at the nape of my neck. “I guess?” “Guess?” Jack asks with a small chuckle. “He brought you along. I’d say that’s as serious as it gets with him.” “Well, I am his boyfriend.” “Exactly,” he says. “He always kept his…partners at a distance. None got close enough to carry that title.”

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

Things are I’ve always kept to myself what kind of guys I liked. I have publicly been dating some guys, some from the music industry, and I even dated a Hollywood actor, but that one ended up hurting me badly. That’s when I decided I would let things flow and not rush into anything with anyone. Josh and I talk for a little while, and it feels great. He is easy to talk to, but I can’t wait to get him out of here and to wherever he wants to go, so I can kiss him properly and take good care of him. He needs someone to look after him for a while as he is not completely healed. I worry about him, and I don’t ever want to see him hurt again.

I saw some white men playing golf and I waved at them. " Impressive," I said as Doris and I walked home together. " Mrs Johnson must be quite an incredible wealthy woman. Where's this boat cruiser and private jet of hers anyway?" Doris ticked something on her clipboard. " Today is your second day in your contract and yet, you're already asking about her Private jet and boat cruiser. Are you her husband?" " I'm her boyfriend," I said, laughing. " I'm entitled to everything she has except cash, remember?"

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

My steps quickened as I tried my best to reach my office before breaking down. I paused when I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped in. He was seated in my chair, a smile plastered across his face. His short, curly hair fell onto his forehead, giving him a slightly boyish charm. He was dressed in a pristine white shirt tucked into black slacks. “I thought I’d take you home,” he said. Despite the turmoil inside me, I felt my lips curve upwards. Nathiel Brooks. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first kiss.

Giving me the clear view of his face. Caramel skin, shaggy hair over his face, this mega hotty was my boyfriend?? His jacket shows he's on the football team. The Reapers! Oh my god, he's a quarterback? How'd I score that and wait- I do know him! He's one of the jocks who called me a slut, and asked if I'd like for them to pee on me. I'd recoil into my skin if I thought it was possible. There's no way I dated this jerk. No fucking way. How could I?

"Who is that guy, Anya? The man who is going to propose to you? Have you known each other before?" "We know each other, Dad, he's Anya's boyfriend." "What the hell, An, if you have a boyfriend why haven't you told mom and dad? Do you not think of us anymore?" "Mom, calm down first, let's listen to Anya's explanation." "Mom, Dad, before Anya apologizes if she has disappointed you for the fact that Anya said earlier. It's not that Anya wants to hide all of this, but because our conditions are not possible, so we agreed to keep our relationship a secret."