Maverick

Maverick
Like all good stories — and many bad decisions — it began in the back room of a club. I’d been traded to the one place I swore I’d never return: Alabama. So the night before I tackled the big move across the country, I hooked up with a random stranger.
It was supposed to be nothing more than a night of fun. We were never supposed to see each other again.
Imagine my surprise when I happened to run into him… five yards behind the line of scrimmage.

Reese
The last time I saw Maverick, he had tears in his eyes. I know; I put them there. And no amount of pass interceptions or end-run tackles could make me forgive myself.
Exes on the field was a bad idea, but exes in the locker room was even worse. Until I caught him with my team captain in the showers… and was commanded to join in.
Well, that was one way to apologize for the past.

Quinton
As defensive captain for the Yellowhammers, I couldn’t afford any distractions—on the fifty yard line or in the bedroom. So to get it out of my system before the season, I made a hot stranger my little princess in a city far from Alabama.
I never thought I’d see my princess twice.
The fact that he had a history with the one player on my defensive line with a smart mouth and a bad attitude only spurred on my protective nature.
After all, it was the team captain’s job to make sure everyone got along.