Aug 2 2017 11:00am

Santino Hassell Excerpt: Illegal Contact

Santino Hassell

Illegal Contact by Santino Hassell

New York Barons tight end Gavin Brawley is suspended from the team and on house arrest after a video of him brawling goes viral. Gavin already has a reputation as a jerk with a temper on and off the field—which doesn’t help him once he finds himself on the wrong side of the law. And while he’s been successful professionally, he’s never been lucky when it comes to love.

Noah Monroe is a recent college grad looking for a job—any job—to pay off his mounting student debt. Working as Gavin’s personal assistant/babysitter seems like easy money. But Noah isn’t prepared for the electrifying tension between him and the football player. He’s not sure if he’d rather argue with Gavin or tackle him to the floor. But both men know the score, and neither is sure what will happen once Gavin's timeout is over…

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Noah exhaled slowly. “Anyway, patch yourself up. I didn’t realize how messed up you’d be after playing for fun. There’s a bruise on your back the size of England.”

I snorted. “This is nothing compared to a real game. We went easy on each other.”

“Right. Easy.” Noah brandished the first-aid kit. “Are you going to do it, or do I have to do it for you?”

“We both know I’m not too good at tending to myself.”

“You’re just trying to get me to patch you up while you lounge around mostly naked,” he accused.

Not denying this obvious truth, I sprawled on the bed and folded my hands behind my head. “Is there a massage included in this?”

“You wish, Gavin.”

He had no idea.

For the most part, it was impersonal. Sitting alongside me on the bed, he cleaned the worst of the cuts, like my raw knees and the various gashes that had come from being slammed into the ground, and dabbed them with ointment. I was bandaged and given a couple of pain relievers within fifteen minutes, the most unsexy nurse routine I’d ever witnessed, but it didn’t stop the series of mental images from floating through my mind. It didn’t help that his hands were lingering on my skin long after he’d finished.

The tips of his fingers dragged over a raspberry colored bruise stretching along my side—by-product of being rammed by a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound linebacker.

“Let me kiss you again.”

“As a thank you for having a good day?”

“Yeah.” I sat up, causing his hand to fall away. “And because I liked it.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me with his fingers curling in the fabric of my sheets.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” he admitted. “That’s why it’s probably not a good idea.”

“Fuck good ideas. I’m tired of imagining how your tongue would feel in my mouth.” I moved closer, breath coming faster. “Please? Just one more time. Then I’ll fuck off.”

“Would you really fuck off?”

“Yes. I’ll fuck off now if you don’t want this.” I searched his face. “Just say the word.”

Noah nodded slowly, analyzing me with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, probably going through dozens of bad scenarios and awful outcomes. Psyching himself out. Comparing me to his old boss. Comparing himself to the old Noah. Letting the worries get in his head the way Phil Stokes did before each game. Which meant, I was about to get rejected.

Except I didn’t.

Noah put his hands on me. Fingers sliding into the wet hair at the nape of my neck and his other hand gripping my shoulder as he drew me in to swipe his tongue across my mouth. I shuddered. He felt it and smiled as I released a husky groan. And that was fine. He could be as calm as he wanted while I gripped him hard enough to break capillaries and drowned in the cool taste of his mouth. His talented tongue and sensual kisses made me question whether I could woo this fucking kid when he was a way better kisser.

It was supposed to have been one kiss, but Noah wasn’t moving. He gripped me tighter the longer it lasted, and his coolness faded one low moan at a time.

“Move back,” he rasped against my lips.

I complied, shifting against the headboard, and didn’t try to muffle my husky gasp when he straddled me. His round ass pressed against my throbbing dick. Fuck yes. Now we were talking.

With both hands cupping his ass cheeks, the tips of my fingers pressing into the crease of his jeans, I was on a different planet. The scrimmage had resulted in my best day ever, but this moment was lifting me into the goddamn heavens.

“Take your shirt off,” I said against his lips.

Noah hesitated briefly before whipping off his T-shirt. It was more of him than I’d ever seen, and it made me grabby. I roughly jerked him forward, bucking my hips up, and enjoyed his answering restless grind once I latched onto his nipple. I liked how sensitive he was, and how low his voice got when he was turned on. How he grabbed a fistful of my hair to yank me back into another sensual kiss, all the while grinding on me until my body was hot and aching.

I heard the second hand ticking on the clock and paid it no mind. Time meant nothing when it was spent making out with Noah, but he ended the blissful moment by pulling away. I automatically leaned in to kiss him again and made a low sound of protest when he turned his face. I panted against his cheek, fingers digging in tighter.

“I’m gonna leave before this gets out of hand.”

“It’s already out of hand,” I said, voice scraping out in a husky rumble. “But yeah.”

Noah shuddered when I traced openmouthed kisses down the side of his face. “Okay, I’m going now.”

“Okay,” I said, nipping at his jaw.

“Gavin, stop,” he breathed. “You’re making this impossible.”

I pulled away with difficulty and winced when the delicious pressure of his body against my dick disappeared. I bit my lip and wasn’t even discreet about the way I adjusted myself beneath the towel. And he wasn’t discreet about staring at the motion with parted, wet lips and dilated eyes.

“I’m going.”

“You said that already,” I said.

“Okay.” Noah grabbed his T-shirt and hopped off the bed. “I’ll talk to you in the morning.” “Right.”

He backed away, clenching his shirt in his fists. “Good night, Gavin.”

“‘Night, Noah.”

Noah fled the room, shutting the door too hard behind him, and I fell back against the bed with a groan. Phantom touches were all over my body, Noah’s mark imprinted in my flesh. There was no way I’d be able to scrub that sensation away and no amount of jerking off would replace my need for his touch.

Kissing Noah might have been the most masochistic thing I’d ever done, but I didn’t regret it. Not by a long shot.

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Santino Hassell was raised in Brooklyn by a strict Catholic family, but he was anything but traditional. He grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school-cutting grunge kid, then a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into an unlikely romance author.

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