Pump Fake by Brooklyn Cate

Everything about Jase Maxwell rubs me the wrong way…until one night I accidentally rub him the RIGHT way.
Lucas
It was supposed to be a relaxing night out with friends. But somehow it turned into a media circus when a small mob of haters came after me and the tight end I’ve been secretly fantasizing about since being drafted to the Cincinnati Crusaders.
After videos of us blow up on social media, we’re sentenced to community service to “rehabilitate our images.”
Jase Maxwell is cocky, grumpy, and sarcastic, with an air of arrogance that chokes me like bad cologne every time he flies into my airspace. But he’s also gorgeous and built like a Greek god, so it isn’t long before the air that choked me now makes my heart thrash and my blood burn.
I want him.
But not only is he my teammate, he’s also straight.
Or is he?
Jase
Lucas just had to be at the bar that night. And of course, he had to tail me out of the place when those ignorant jerkoffs took off after us with a Louisville Slugger.
I didn’t count on the cops showing up…or Lucas trying to hide us by pressing his lips against mine in the darkness…or me loving the barrage of sensations that rippled through me at the unexpected assault.
But what he can’t know is why I’ll never, ever let him near my lips again and why I could lose everything if he figures out that my true obsession beyond football is him.