All on the Field: Club Desire, #3

By Megan Slayer

Coming clean and accepting what you want has never been this sexy.

 

Jordan Brody commands the landscape on the football field. His punt returns are legendary. What's not so legendary? His sexuality. The hulking football player likes to be spanked and dominated, but he's not comfortable explaining his needs—until he visits Club Desire. The visit just might signal the game changer he's been looking for.

 

Simon Blue knows how to dominate and how to read people. The moment he sees the sexy football player, he's transfixed. Taking on a sub isn't in his game plan, but there's something about Jordan that calls to Simon's soul. He's convinced that a little spanking, some rope and a lot of patience will help Jordan seek the peace he desires—if he can convince Jordan to trust and submit.

 

Will these two wounded souls charge down the field in the ultimate score or fumble before the game begins? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Slayer
• Release date: Jul 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393493679

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com. When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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All on the Field

A Club Desire, book 3

by

Megan Slayer

All on the Field

Copyright © 2020, Megan Slayer

Edited by Michele Paulin & CJ Slate

Cover Art by WZDesigns

Published by Megan Slayer Publishing

Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

Electronic Release: July 2020

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places or occurrences, is purely coincidental.

Coming clean and accepting what you want has never been this sexy.

Jordan Brody commands the landscape on the football field. His punt returns are legendary. What’s not so legendary? His sexuality. The hulking football player likes to be spanked and dominated, but he’s not comfortable explaining his needs—until he visits Club Desire. The visit just might signal the game changer he’s been looking for.

Simon Blue knows how to dominate and how to read people. The moment he sees the sexy football player, he’s transfixed. Taking on a sub isn’t in his game plan, but there’s something about Jordan that calls to Simon’s soul. He’s convinced that a little spanking, some rope and a lot of patience will help Jordan seek the peace he desires—if he can convince Jordan to trust and submit.

Will these two wounded souls charge down the field in the ultimate score or fumble before the game begins? 

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About the Author

More in the Club Desire Series

For the Lucky Ducks

For JPZ

Chapter One

D ear God, I’m old. Jordan Brody stared at himself in the rearview mirror of his truck. He sat in the underground parking lot of Club Desire and debated his next move. For being twenty-seven years old, he felt tired. The longer he looked at his reflection, the more he wondered who he really was.

He’d spent over half his life immersed in the sport he loved—football. Every day, he did something sports related, from interviews to workouts to games. The interviews sucked because the media fed on his lack of a romantic entanglement. He snorted. Romantic entanglement. If they only knew about his fuck dates. He shook his head. He’d lied and pretended to be a ladies man in order to keep the news outlets from finding out his truth. The star punt returner for the Wild Cats was gay.

The ladies he’d dated didn’t care what he did as long as he took them out in public. According to one woman, it was better to be seen with him then not to be seen at all. He never told them the truth, but then again, most of the women he dated didn’t want any kind of truth. They wanted the fame of being the girl connected to the player. Sad, but true.

Jordan scrubbed both hands over his face. The tattoos around his wrist caught his attention. He’d tattooed most of his upper body—save for his hands, neck and head. Nothing below the belt and nothing he couldn’t cover up with a long-sleeve shirt. Stupid, really, wanting to cover them up. But then again, he preferred to cover up a lot of things.

He sighed. He’d come to Club Desire because his friend, Rocke Houseman, swore by the place. Rocke claimed anything a person wanted to do—within reason and legality—was possible. He could be whomever he wanted to be behind the closed door of the club. That was what Jordan wanted—to be himself without judgment.

So why was he sitting in the parking garage instead of going in? Fear. What if they knew him? What if someone outted him?

Fuck. Jordan climbed out of his truck and clicked the button on the fob to lock the vehicle. He’d never know what would happen if he didn’t make the first move. One foot in front of the other, just as he’d done for his whole sports career.

The valet nodded but didn’t say anything as he opened the main door to the club.

Unsure of what to do, Jordan muttered, thank you. He crossed the small foyer to a window much like that of a teller at the bank. He didn’t see anyone or there wasn’t a bell to ring. Hello?

Just a moment, came a female voice.

He snorted. He’d thought the place was run by all men.

Hi. A thin girl with bright blue hair strolled over to the desk. Her brown eyes sparkled. How can I help you? Do you have an invitation? She plopped down behind a computer and clicked the keys. Her breasts damn near busted out of the black leather corset she wore. Jordan wondered how the hell she could breathe.

The girl waggled her fingers. An invitation?

Oh, yeah. Jordan pulled the piece of paper from his breast pocket and placed it on the counter. Rocke Houseman sent me.

Ah. She grinned. You’re Jordan Brody.

Yeah. He gritted his teeth. If she asked for an autograph, he was so out of there.

The joining fee is five thousand, but you can do a one-month fee of a grand. Same perks but you’ve only got thirty days to decide if you want to stick around. Cash, check or charge?

He nearly swallowed his tongue. Are you kidding?

A grand wasn’t anything to sniff at. He could pay most of his bills for the month on that grand.

We deal with a very exclusive clientele. Maximum secrecy and security require a high price tag.

I get it and can pay it, but shit, that’s a lot of dough. Jordan whipped out his checkbook. The next time he saw Rocke, he’d kick the man’s ass. A thousand dollars. The club had better be wrapped in solid gold. He scrawled the information onto the check. He could have peace of mind with a therapist and a one-weekend boyfriend for less than a grand. Then again, his time with the therapist had fucked with his head rather than doing much good. Maybe, the club would be better.

Here you go. He handed over the check. Now what?

Well, first, I enter your information and set up your account. She smiled again. While I’m doing that, I’ll have Simon give you the tour. He’ll get your bio and background.

Background and bio for what? Christ, he was full of questions today.

That information helps us set you up with your proper Dom. She pressed a red button on