Tom Gets Sporty Novels & Stories

He adds with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. I give him a pointed look as this is an argument I suspect will continue having until the baby is born. “And I told you baby girls are dominant in my grandmother's line, beautiful ones too” I finish with a playful flip of my hair. “Now where are you going?” Tommy arranges the right sleeve of his leather jacket, tugging a little on the silver Zip sewn at the side “I have to meet Diego and Gio in the city for an errand… and no, you can’t come” he adds quickly when I start to smile.

Aria asked all of a sudden. "I've never practiced martial arts. I'm just stronger than most." Tom was stunned for a moment before answering swiftly. Aria's sudden question caught him off guard. "Stop fooling me. How could you be so powerful if you've never learned martial arts before?" Aria did not believe Tom's words. "You might not know about this, but great strength can do wonders!" Tom said with a smile. A few months prior, Greenton was destroyed by a group of expert martial artists. Tom managed to flee to Southlake City under the protection of his father.

Tate If there is something Liam can do, it’s eat until the cows come home. I’m not kidding you. He can eat for an army and still not put on any weight. But then he does work out a lot and burns off so many calories playing football. He has to train with the team four nights a week, spends a session in the gym most mornings before school. This guy is dedicated to his sport and one day for sure, I know that Liam is going to be a hot shot. In school he already is.

Tom sat on the hood of his car and rested his back on the windshield with one hand behind his head and the other covering his eyes from the sun's rays. He listened to the music playing from his car and hummed along to it. Tate stood beside him guzzling a bottle of water. Dehydrated from all the running around they had done during practice. "Tom." Tate called when he had emptied the bottle. "Mm hmm." "Get in the car. Let's go." He tossed his gym bag in the back seat

Jasmine retreated weakly, as if falling into an abyss of despair. Sometimes she wondered if she was being punished for committing some unforgivable sin, for stealing someone else's life and changing her own fate. "Get lost!" Tom had followed her out and cursed at the man leading the group. The guy, clearly drunk, saw that Tom was alone and signaled his buddies to start a fight. Tom, a former athlete with regular fitness training, had no problem handling a few drunks. He took care of them quickly and looked at Jasmine with disgust. "You really are trouble, aren't you? Attracting men wherever you go, just like Daniel said, you can't live without them."

Sienna Carter has three rules: keep her grades high, avoid drama, and never—ever date an athlete. But when a cheating ex shatters her pride, a transfer to Northgate University throws her straight into the path of Scott McCall, Alpha, quarterback, and campus golden boy. From the first clash, it’s war: football team versus cheer squad, Alpha versus Alpha. Then a scandal threatens Scott’s career, and his only way out is a fake relationship with the one girl immune to his charm. What starts as a game of pretend turns dangerously real. Rivalry becomes chemistry, banter becomes fire, and with sabotage lurking in the shadows, Sienna and Scott must decide if their fake bond is strong enough to sur

“Jordan, these two delinquents are Carter and Kareem. They’ll be keeping you safe on the line when you’re kicking, so don’t piss them off.” Carter grins, or at least I think he does. It’s hard to see his mouth past the bushy blond beard. His hair hangs to his massive shoulders and a T-shirt clings to every muscled inch of him. Youza. From a distance, I didn’t realize exactly how big he is. “Kick the ball through the posts and you won’t have a problem from me,” Kareem remarks. His braided hair is pulled into a loose ponytail that hangs to the middle of his back. He carries the same muscle as Carter but appears bigger…if possible, meaner.

the man told him. Athena came up to him and sniffed his hand. The man quickly pet her on the head, and Athena leaned into it. If my dog thought this guy was okay, I guess I could let him talk to my little brother. He looked up briefly at me and smiled as Tommy continued to follow his instructions. “I'm back in,” Tommy announced, relief filling his features. “Now, to keep the gym under our control.” “Good to have you back in the battle.” The man studied his phone screen. “Hmmm, a leveled up Stingly would take care of this situation in a heart beat.”

Our clothes were strewn all over the place in seconds and we began our sinful deed. Tom was the same height as Ryan, with a physique that suited his stature. He had a broad chest, chiseled abs, a perfect jawline, and most importantly, he was big down there but there was still something missing. He had driven me to climax four times in a row but I still wasn't quite satisfied.

With a final tap, a soft hum whispered through the room—the sound of bulletproof panels sliding into place behind the bookshelves, barely seen but very much present. “Ah, the sweet serenade of carbon fiber composites,” Tom thought wryly, “Music to my ears and a real party pooper for stupid bullets.” He glanced around, noting the position of each henchman with the same ease as if he were mentally bookmarking their profiles on MafiaMatch.com. “Swipe left, swipe right—nope, not a single dateable quality unless you’re into guys who communicate in grunts.” “Are we done with this circus, Tomas?” Grossman interrupted him, trying to reclaim the stage as his voice cut through the tension.