BIG D
A SPORTS ROMANCE
By
Stephanie Brother
© 2016 Stephanie Brother
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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.
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Contents
Copyright
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
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About the Author
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Description
They call him Big D because he is. Tall and broad, with muscles so thick and good that all I can think about is getting a grip on his biceps and squeezing.
Then there’s the other reason.
All the girls talk about it. I’m not sure how everyone knows he’s hung like a horse but they do.
I try not to think about it because he’s a popular football player who everybody knows and I’m just the work-focused history major who likes to stay mostly invisible at school. But when my professor pulls me aside and asks if I’d be willing to tutor a failing student, suddenly it’s impossible to ignore.
I’m going to be teaching Big D. If he doesn’t pass he’ll be off the team and they can’t win without him.
We’re going to be together night after night, well, the ones I’m not working. I have two big secrets you see. Huge enough that I know for sure that I’m not right for Big D, even though I wish I was.
In my fantasies I imagine finding out if he really does live up to his name, but when trouble heads in my direction again, Dominic Ramsey might be the only one who can keep me safe.
1
Hannah
They call him Big D because he is. In just about every way. Big personality. Tall and broad. Biceps and thighs like tree trunks. On the field he’s a machine; the running back that everybody talks about. The rock that keeps our college team making headlines and wins. The one they can’t do without.
I’ve heard that they call him Big D for another reason too. I’m not friends with the kind of girls that discuss the size of someone’s cock at full volume in the cafeteria, but I have eyes and ears. I’ve seen the gestures. Hands held at least a foot apart. Wide eyes and open mouths. I pretend that I’m not interested in that kind of thing. I’m Hannah Star, serious history student. I concentrate in class and turn in all my assignments early. I know why I’m here and I care about my studies enough to not want any distractions. Not even the big, sexy kind.
That’s what I pretend. But in my bed at night I can’t stop my mind from wandering over Big D in all his glory. I’ve seen him in just his football pants and nothing else. I’ve seen his skin glistening with sweat, muscles rippling as he walks. I’ve seen the bulge that doesn’t seem like something that is really humanly possible. And when I’m so worked up I can barely breathe, I picture his face. Big D is gorgeous. Not in the model perfect kind of way but in the ‘I’ve had my nose broken’, ‘I’m a real man’ kind of way. Strong brow and beautiful dark eyes. Lips that don’t seem to smile enough. He’s watchful and calm. A veritable brick wall of strength and stability. No wonder his teammates worship him. No wonder all the girls on campus want to crack his reserve.
I’m on my way to class with my bestie, Andie, when I see him. He’s all swagger, with his snug jeans and t-shirt that leave practically nothing to the imagination. I watch him as he talks to his jock buddies, laughing at something I didn’t catch. He has a wicked sparkle in his eye that makes my lady bits instantly warm, and just one dimple that I get a sudden urge to lick. God, I have it bad. And the worst thing is, I have a rule and I can’t break it, no matter how much I wish I could.
No men. Not while I’m dragging my ass through college. Or shaking it, I should say. I have a secret that would complicate my life if it ever got out. It’s something that I’d have to admit to if I got close to anyone of the opposite sex, and that makes relationships out of the question. Honest ones anyway.
“He thinks he’s something really special,” Andie says after we pass him.
“Who?” I ask, pretending I have no idea what she’s talking about.
“Dominic Ramsey.”
“You think?”
Andie looks at me as if I’m crazy. Maybe I am a bit. Crazy with hormones that have no outlet. Crazy with fantasies that keep me awake at night.
“That boy has more ego than Texas has hot summers,” she scoffs, glancing back at him over her shoulder.
“He’s confident,” I say, “But I’ve never seen him be a dick to anyone.”
Andie looks at me suspiciously.
“You got a thing for Big D?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. That would certainly be big news if I admitted it. Andie knows about my rule. She also knows my secrets and is sworn to take them to her death.
“I haven’t got a thing for anyone.”
“Liar,” she says and laughs. “It’s okay to think he’s hot you know. There isn’t a girl on campus, except maybe his cousin, who hasn’t had filthy thoughts about that man.”
Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. Andie having filthy thoughts about Dominic.
“Hey,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m only human, and on a dark night my thoughts might have turned to his most notable attribute.”
I flush at the thought of the thing she’s talking about. If she wasn’t watching me like a hawk I’d succumb and squeeze my legs together to squash the ache.
“I thought I was the only one.”
Andie laughs. “Your rule is stupid, you know.”
I shake my head. If there is one thing I’m certain of, it’s that my rule is the most important thing in my life. The unbreakable commitment. The thing that holds all my worlds apart and makes life manageable.
“Nah,” I say just as we get to our next class. “My rule is the only thing that makes sense.”
We take our seats and I pull out my laptop ready to take notes. Andie hates that I like to sit near the front but she joins me anyway. The lecture starts and I manage to concentrate for the most part. I’m tired from my shift the night before but I force myself to listen. I down a full fat coke to keep myself awake and alert.
It’s about halfway through the lecture that the double doors at the back of the room slam. The whole class turns around to see Big D lumbering down the steps and taking a seat. The Professor doesn’t look surprised to see him, but I am. He doesn’t take this class so I have no idea what he’s doing here.
I struggle to concentrate for the rest of the class and am furious with myself by the end. It’s not cool that my mind kept wandering. I don’t have the luxury of slacking off like a lot of the other students here. The ones being bankrolled by mom and pop who spend th
eir days chewing gum and flirting with the ball players. The ones who see college as an excuse to drink themselves into oblivion or snag themselves a rich husband.
When the lecture is finished, I start to pack my stuff.
“Wonder what that was all about,” Andie says.
I shrug, trying to look as though I don’t care.
“Hannah, can you stay back for a moment?” Professor Starkie asks. I hadn’t noticed her walking towards me.
“Err…sure,” I say, panicking. Was there something wrong with my latest assignment? I worked so hard on it and I was sure it was great. I glance at Andie and it’s her turn to shrug. She heads towards the door at the front of the hall and I watch her go, noticing her looking towards where Big D had been sitting. I follow her gaze, thinking he must have gotten up and left already, but he’s still there. He looks huge sitting in the average sized chair, with his legs spread wide and foot half out in the aisle. Huge and a little bit sheepish. Maybe he needs to stay too, to explain to the Prof why he’s here and why he was late.
Professor Starkie waits until everyone has left. It’s just me and Big D and I feel really self-conscious.
“Hannah, I’m hoping you’re going to be able to help out with something,” she says.
“What can I do?” I ask, thinking she might need some photocopying or an errand run.
“I have a new student joining the class. I’m hoping that you’ll be willing to spend some time catching him up with what he’s missed.” She pauses, her eyes flicking up to Big D. “It’s a request that’s come down from on high.” I don’t miss the slight eye roll she does at that. She obviously doesn’t like the edict she’s received.
“I’m not sure,” I say. Professor Starkie looks a little surprised. I guess she was expecting me to jump at the chance, but she has no idea how busy I am. I’m barely keeping all of my life’s balls in the air as it is.
“You’re my best student,” she says, and I’m shocked. I mean, I try my hardest but I had no idea that I was top of the class. I flush a little with pride because it feels good to know that everything I’m doing is actually paying off.
“It’s not that I don’t want to…it’s just…I have a lot going on.”
“He needs to pass this class or he’s off the team.”
I don’t need to hear any more to understand what’s happening here. Dominic is flunking and there’s no way the team will succeed this season without him. The powers-that-be need him to pass. What I don’t get is why they’re pushing him into this class. History isn’t exactly an easy subject.
“Will I get credit?” I ask. It might sound mercenary but if I’m going to be spending my precious spare time doing the university a favor, they’d better be finding something in it for me.
“There is some scholarship funding that can be made available to support you next semester.” My eyes must widen because the Prof winks at me. “Does that mean I can sign you up?”
“I guess it does.”
I glance up at Big D, expecting to find him fiddling with his phone or Mac, but our eyes lock across the lecture hall and for a moment, I’m stunned. They are so dark and serious that it’s like slipping into the sea at night time; cool and a little bit scary. A shiver runs up my spine and over my scalp, as though my whole body knows this man is a threat to the status quo I’ve been so great at maintaining. I blink and inhale because I need to get a grip. This is all about the Benjamins for me. I can tutor Dominic Ramsey. I can get him to pass because I need that scholarship. I can do this because I will not accept that failure is part of my nature anymore. And if I hadn’t already put enough pressure on myself, Professor Starkie says, “The university is counting on you, Hannah.”
And suddenly I realize that thousands of people’s hopes and expectations are resting on little old me. Oh, and Big D, of course!
2
Hannah
I leave the lecture hall before Professor Starkie goes to have her chat with Big D. She asks me if it’s okay for her to pass on my cellphone number and I agree. Now I feel as though I’m walking around with an unexploded bomb in my purse. My iPhone could go off at any second and the thought fills my stomach with butterflies.
Andie is waiting for me with her eyebrow close to her hairline again.
“What did she say?” she asks, walking with me as we make our way to the cafeteria as we always do on a Monday.
“You are looking at the official tutor for a certain football player,” I say. My voice sounds a little higher pitched than normal, evidence that I’m not totally at peace with what is happening.
“Oh my god,” Andie says. “Is that why he came into class?”
“I guess he was failing at whatever he was doing.”
“But it isn’t an easy class,” she says, voicing my exact thoughts.
“I know. I have no idea what’s going on behind the scenes. All I know is that I’m getting funded next semester for tutoring his ass into a pass grade so that he can stay on the team.”
“Wow. That’s fucking amazing.”
“Yeah,” I say, thinking about all the other things the money I’ll be earning can pay for. Things for Jenny. Maybe even a ticket home for a weekend. Just thinking about it makes my heart ache. “But what if he doesn’t pass?”
“He’s got you as a tutor. He’d have to be a serious dumb ass to fail.”
We look at each other and burst out laughing. “Maybe that’s why he’s called Big D,” Andie chuckles. “Maybe it has nothing to do with his dick.”
“His dick?” I say, in mock confusion. “I thought he was called Big D because he’s tall and his name is Dominic.”
“Ah, shut up.”
Andie grabs my arm and we head into the cafeteria for lunch. It’s while I’m digging into my high protein salad that my phone rings. I rustle around in my purse and see it’s a number I don’t recognize. It’s loud where we’re sitting. A group of frat-jerks are making a show of themselves at the next table so I cover my free ear and say, “Hello.”
“Hannah.” It’s him. I recognize the smooth deepness of his voice immediately.
“Dominic?”
“Yeah.” He pauses as if he’s nervous and I suddenly see the situation from his perspective. He’s flunking. Poor guy must be so embarrassed. “Professor Starkie gave me your number.”
“Sure. Yeah. She told me she would.”
“You free to meet? This feels weird talking like this.”
“I guess. I’m eating, but in half an hour? Outside the library?”
“Okay,” he says, sounding relieved.
We say bye in an awkward ‘I don’t know you and this is really weird’ way, and then hang up. Andie is looking at me strangely.
“You like him,” she says.
“Oh, my god. Where the hell are you coming from with that?”
“I can tell.” She scrunches her button nose in concentration. “I think he’s going to be the one to get you to break your rule.”
“No way.”
“You’ll do it. You’ll crack,” she laughs, leaning back in her seat with a very satisfied look on her face. “Trust Auntie Andie. I know these things.”
I have to laugh at her because she’s right. She does generally know these things. It’s like she has a crystal ball for potential couples. She called out Jenna and Harrison way before they got together. There was no way I’d have predicted that match because their parents were married and Jenna had managed to convince us all that she found her stepbrother annoying. Yet here they are, going strong. And she’d mentioned that she thought Carrie and the twins were up to something. That one had baffled me even more, but not Andie.
To be honest, her prediction scares me. I’ve broken so many promises to myself in the past that I just can’t face the prospect of failing again. It’s not just me I have to think about either. Everything I do affects my family back home. They’re counting on me. But a little part, the part that thinks about Big D when I’m in my bed at night, and the part that sh
ivered when I caught him watching me, is just a tiny bit hopeful.
I’ve got great friends and a great life, despite some initial setbacks, but that doesn’t mean I’m not lonely.
I steer the conversation away from Big D and my potential future rule breaking and ask Andie to go over some of the stuff I didn’t fully catch from the lecture. When I’ve finished my salad and Andie’s done with her sandwich, we stow our trays and head outside. It’s a gorgeous day and I lift my face to the sun, soaking in the warmth.
“I’m going back to the dorms,” Andie says, starting to step backward in that direction. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“You gotta stop that. I have the rule.” I don’t know who I’m trying to remind more, her or me.
“Rule shmule, baby,” she says grinning. “I’ll call you later for an update.”
It takes me five minutes to cross campus to the library. When I round the corner, I see Big D sitting on the stone steps that lead up to the grand glass entrance. He’s got his bag between his legs and he’s messing with his phone, brow furrowed. I hear the rumble of his voice but I can’t make out what he’s saying. It looks like he’s on FaceTime or something. My feet make a sound on the gravel and he looks up.
“I gotta go,” he says to whoever is on the other line.
“Okay,” a little voice says. It sounds like a kid but it could be a woman. At this distance, I can’t be sure. His girlfriend, maybe?
“Talk to you later,” Dominic says, looking back at the screen again and smiling quickly.
He stands, as I get closer, looking almost formal in a way that surprises me. I wasn’t expecting that at all.
“Hannah.” He moves his hand as though he’s considering offering it out to shake mine, but he must see my surprise because he shoves them into his pockets.
“Hey,” I say.
“Thanks for coming out here.”
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