Big Jock.

(Bad Boy Sports Romance).

Vanessa Kinney.

Blurb.

I was supposed to just tutor him, but I fell for his Big Jock.

Casey Boone.

David Cooper is just like every other jock.

Cocky, full of himself, and a player.

He cares more about football and parties than passing his classes.

And that's why I'm stuck with him. Forced to tutor someone I despise.

Someone that reminds me of who I used to be.

David Cooper.

I'm the biggest thing to happen to this school.

Because of that I get whatever I want.

Endorsements, Parties, and any girl that I could want.

Yet I don't want any of that since I met her.

Cassey Boone is strong willed, smart-as-hell, drop dead gorgeous, and she doesn't care who I am.

And that makes me want her even more.

I won't stop until I make her mine.

Big Jock is a scorching standalone Bad Boy Sports Romance with no cheating and a happy ending. Recommended for readers 18+ due to extreme scenes of panty-dropping hotness.

Big Jock ends at around 60% percent. For a limited a copy of King: MC Romance is also included at the end of the story.

1.

Casey.

The chairs screech as everyone drags them across the floor. This is the third meeting in a row this week. Everyone is quick to grab their folders. The meeting lasted longer than any of us anticipated so everyone is eager to get out and catch the last quarter of the football game. Nobody wants to miss the game. Well, nobody but me.

"Are you sure that you don't want to come?" Melissa asks as she walks toward her office. The rest of the tutors are out of the door before she can talk to any of them. By now, everyone knows not to stick around at the tutoring center. Not while Melissa is still here.

I'm the last victim, not that I mind. I get along quite well with Melissa, even though everyone else thinks she can be kind of a hard ass sometimes.

I grab my jacket and throw my backpack over my shoulder, the straps digging into my shoulders. I've got a full load for tonight. I'll have to pull an all nighter to get done with everything. Nothing out of the usual for me. "I don't think so. I've got a lot of work to do. Plus, football's not my kind of sport."

The homecoming game is tonight. It's against our cross-city rivals, The Vultures. The whole campus has been buzzing about the game all week and everyone's donning the blue and gold.

"Well, if you change your mind, the offer still stands. You have my number and can text me." She throws her coat on and grabs a folder off the table, holding the folder out for me with a smile. I reach for it and nearly drop it when she lets it fall into my hand.

"What is this?" I ask and open it. I flip through the pages and hold my breath. I'd never seen or held a tutoring folder this thick before. It's twice as thick as the encyclopedia that I have in my dorm room. All I know is that this doesn't bode well for me.

The inside of the folder is filled with half answered homework assignments and poorly written essays. Whoever these belong to didn't even bother filling in their name at the top of the page. In all the time that I'd worked here, I've never seen such a lack of effort.

The top of each page is marked with a thick letter F. There's an occasional D or C- in the pile, but nothing that would change the average. Whoever's folder this is, he or she is failing almost every class that they have.

"I know that you're loaded right now, but I need you to do me a favor." She hikes up the collar of her coat and walks out of her office. I try to stick right behind her as I skim through the comments on the progress report. There isn't even a glimmer of hope for this student. It would take a miracle to turn these grades around.

"Whose folder is this?" We step out into the lobby of the tutoring center and take the glass steps down to the front of the library. Grant, the library security guard, manages to give us a weary nod before his eyes turn back to the small TV at his table. The football game is on full blast, the cheers of the crowd bouncing off the rows of books. Normally being this loud in the library wouldn't be allowed but as I look around I note that we're the only three people here. Every living soul on this campus is at the game or at a nearby bar to watch it.

Melissa leans over the counter and watches the next play unfold. I try to pretend like I'm interested, but half the time, my eyes go back down to the folder. When I look back up, the teams are walking off the field and I catch a glimpse of the score.

It's a close game. It's half time and we're only up three points. And that's when he pops onto the screen.

David Cooper.

Even someone like me knows who he is. Every girl on campus loses her mind every time he walks past. There's always a plethora of girls following him.

He's the star quarterback. The captain of our team. A smile that makes every girl wet for miles. At least that's what I've heard. He's everything that any girl could want.

Tall. Handsome. Muscular.

Normally, that wouldn't matter to me. But he also has the greenest eyes that I've ever seen in my life. Every time I see them, it reminds me of grass poking through the winter snow. I can't help but get lost in them.

A reporter gets his attention just before he walks down the tunnel to the locker room. He pulls off his helmet and his thick blond hair bounces out and gives way to his green eyes. I almost drop the folder I'm holding and the air in my lungs stops.

There are dirt marks on his face and grass stains on his uniform. The dark marks on his face bring out a rugged look that only amplifies his charm. I'm sure that every girl right now is swooning over him.

"What does your team need to do to come back into this?" The reporter holds the microphone close to his mouth and he throws her his signature smile. The skin around his cheeks tighten and a small dimple gives way at his upper right lip. Without wanting to, I find myself biting down on my lip.

"We need to work together and contain them on their side of the field. All I need is just one perfect pass and this game will be ours." He nods to himself and his hand tightens around his helmet. He bites down on his glove and peels it off his hand, grabbing for the microphone. I wish that his teeth were grabbing onto my panties. I can feel the redness rise to my face and look down at the folder, glancing at the TV. "Go Hawks," he yells and the crowd erupts into a cheer. He winks at the camera and runs down the tunnel.

The camera zooms in on the number "01" on his jersey, slowly falling down to his backside, giving me and every girl in the crowd a look at his chiseled ass. I wouldn't be surprised if every girl is taking a picture of it. I'm also tempted to the same if Melissa weren't right next to me.

"He knows how to give them what they want." Melissa laughs and pats the side of the table. "See you tomorrow, Grant." Grant waves his hand in acknowledgment, but doesn't take his eyes off the screen.

I follow Melissa through the revolving door and I'm hit with the cold autumn air. She stops at the steps leading up to the library. "That's your next project." Melissa rubs her hands together and pulls a pair of mittens from her pocket.

"Grant?" I look back at the security guard, who's now leaning back in his chair with his feet propped up on the table.

"Not Grant." She dances from foot to foot as she puts on her gloves. "David Cooper."

The moment his name leaves her lips, his chiseled jaw and green eyes pop into my head. I can feel the rush of heat to my cheeks. It's so intense that it almost gets rid of the frigid bite on my cheeks. Almost.

My grip tightens on the folder as I remember all the work that I have to do. I make a mental note never to be alone with Melissa again. "Melissa, he's failing all his classes. How am I supposed to work with all of this?" I hold out the folder in one hand, almost dropping it.

"Casey, you're the best tutor that we have. If you can't get his grades under control then there isn't anyone who can." She puts a hand on my shoulder and grips it a little tightly. "If it were up to me, he would be off the field but the University head won't allow it. Not without giving him a fair chance at bringing his grades up. And not with Coach Vaughn breathing down his back." Her grip tightens on my shoulder and I wince.

Melissa Dunn is the Head of the University Board of Professors. She is a stickler for students getting their education while attending and not coasting along. That includes all the collegiate athletes that dominate on the field. She doesn't care who they are. If they're failing, then Melissa is known for taking them off the field. It's one of the reasons that she was recently hired for this job. And probably why everyone thinks she's such a hard ass.

"Do you think you can do it?"

I bite down on my lip and stare out at the quad. Usually at this time, it would be packed with students and teachers, but now it's a ghost town.

"I can try. If it doesn't work out at least, I can say I tried," I reply. I bring the folder to my side and hold it still. I don't like giving up that easily. Not without giving it a try.

"That's what I like to hear. I wouldn't have chosen you if I didn't think you could do it." She gives me a quick hug before she rushes down the steps. "If you want to come watch the game just let me know," she shouts. I know that she wants to catch the last quarter of the game. She might be tough and a hard ass, but Melissa loves to watch football. School spirit is something that she isn't lacking.

She and the other tutors are catching the game at Pete's Bar. It's the kind of bar that every college campus seems to have. The one that hardly checks IDs, smells of burnt burgers, has the cheapest beer, and is always playing loud obnoxious music that is accompanied by strobes and flashing lights. The thought of all that sends a shiver down my back. It reminds me of that one night. The night that I don't ever want to relive.

When I came to college, I promised myself that I would leave that behind. That I would concentrate on doing my best and leaving all of my past life behind. The thought of going back to what I used to be only send shivers up my spine.

I make my way across campus trying to come up with a plan of attack. Someway that I can get David Cooper to get his grades up. The lack of work in his folder shows me that I have a tough semester ahead of me. He might be the hardest student that I've had to tutor. And that's not all.

I've heard enough rumors on campus to know everything I need to know about David Cooper. He's the typical jock that's on every college campus. He loves to sleep around and break the hearts of as many girls as he can. But, there's one extra rumor that's been circling the campus. A whisper that I hear here and there. The nickname that some of the girls have given him on campus.

David "Big Jock" Cooper.

It's a play on words. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they're alluding to. And I'd be lying if I said there weren't a couple nights were I hadn't thought of him in that way. The nights where I couldn't get myself to sleep because of the stress that comes from caring about my grades. The kind of nights that I doubt David Cooper has ever experienced before.

I turn the key to my dorm room and burst inside. I drop the folder on my desk, sending several pages flying to the ground. I grab the remote and turn on the game. It'll be a good noise filter while I concentrate on the work that I need to get done.

I open my history book and a packet of notecards. I grab my favorite green marker and get to work. I need to get every vocabulary word done tonight from the last three chapters. I can't fall behind.

Behind me, the roar of the crowd breaks through my concentration. I watch the game for a bit and give in. I grab all of my work and sit down on the bed, angling myself toward the TV. Every time the crowd cheers or jeers, it manages to pull me away from my work.

Football is such a dumb game. A bunch of sweaty, muscular guys slamming into each other as hard as they can. All the while chasing after that stupid pigskin-covered ball. I can never understand the appeal of it. That is until the two minute warning hits.

The notecards drop from my hand and I find myself biting down on the end of my pencil. The taste of a half-used eraser filling my mouth. I lean forward and get captivated by the game.

It's 24 to 20. We're down four points and in desperate need of a touchdown. And there's less than two minutes on the clock. It's going to take a miracle for us to take it down the field in that time, even I know that.

I watch as David breaks the huddle and his team lines up in front of him. He hunches over and yells out a string of numbers, but I get lost in the concentration in his eyes. They're only 20 yards away from the end zone. All he needs is one good throw.

I hold my breath as the ball is hiked into David's hands. He runs backward and holds it out to his side, his eyes scanning down field. I let out a scream as a player from the opposing team rushes toward him and tries to tackle him.

David stops in his tracks and easily sidesteps the attacker. He doesn't even take his eyes off the field. He takes another step back and I can see his smile come out.

His arm cocks back and he lets the ball loose just as someone tackles him to the ground. The camera follows the ball as it whizzes through the air. The entire stadium is dead silent. Everyone's eyes are locked on the ball, which is still soaring through the air. And for a moment I wish that I was there taking it in live. The ball dips to the ground and into the hands of number #2.

Dwayne Benson.

He runs down the field and jumps into the end zone. There's another moment of silence until the referee runs down the field and throws his hands into the air. The crowd erupts in a cheer and I can almost hear it from outside my window.

The band starts playing the school's battle song as a sea of students rushes the field. I fall back against the wall and let out a sigh of relief. My hand shakes as I manage to turn the TV off.

I couldn't care less about the game. The whole time I couldn't get my eyes off of him. I'm going to be tutoring David "Big Jock" Cooper. There's a weird sensation between my legs as I close my textbook and pull on my covers.

The last thought that crosses my mind as I fall asleep is those deep green eyes of his looking down at me.

2.

David

I push through the crowd of people and make my way into the tunnel. Countless people and faces cheer me on. They lean over the stadium railings with their hands out, waiting for me to give them a high five. I do my best to hit every hand and feel the rush of adrenaline course through me.

That game was a close call. One mistake by me and we could have been done. Lucky for me that Dwayne managed to catch my pass and score that touchdown.

"Good game out there." Hannah ruffles the pom-poms in her hand and they fall to the ground. She launches herself at me and throws her hands around me. She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Don't ever let it get that close again," she whispers into my ear.

"It's not like I tried," I answer and pry her off of me. Her eyes glisten as she looks at me, and she pops a pink bubblegum bubble in my face.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" She grabs the pom-poms off the ground. Her hand shoots to her hips and her mouth moves, but I don't listen.

Hannah Thomas is the head cheerleader. She also happens to be my on and off girlfriend for the last couple months. More for the convenience of having an easy fuck whenever I want it. And she gets to ride around campus glued to my arm and showing me off. It's a mutually beneficial relationship.