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  Nice Guys Collection

  Copyright © Kindle Alexander, 2018

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  Edited by Jae Ashley

  Cover art by Reese Dante

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  ISBN: 978-1-941450-15-4

  Published by: The Kindle Alexander Collection LLC

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  Nice Guys Collection is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted in the licensed material is a model.

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  graphic language, adult situations.

  Trademark Acknowledgement Deleted Scenes

  American Express: American Express Marketing & Development Corp.

  Armani: Giorgio Armani, SPA

  Bisquick: General Mills Marketing, Inc.

  Converse: Converse Inc.

  Cool Whip: Kraft Foods Group Brands LLC

  eBay: eBay, Inc

  ESPN: ESPN, Inc.

  FaceTime: Apple, Inc.

  iPod: Apple, Inc.

  Jell-O: Kraft Foods Group Brands LLC

  Jiffy: Chelsea Milling Company

  Karo: ACH Food Companies, Inc.

  NCA: Varsity Spirit Corporation

  McDonald’s: McDonald’s Corporation

  Pier 1: Managing Trustee of Pier 1 Services Company Pier 1 Holdings, Inc.

  Rocky Horror Picture Show: 20th Century Fox

  Sports Illustrated: Time Inc.

  Starbucks: Starbucks Corporation

  TGI Friday’s: TGI Friday’s of Minnesota, Inc.

  TMZ: Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.

  Uber: Uber Technologies, Inc.

  Wells Fargo: Wells Fargo & Company

  700 Club: Christian Broadcasting Network, Inc.

  Table of Contents

  Double Full

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  Full Disclosure

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  Dedication

  Kindle, you’re forever in our hearts.

  Perry, you’re missed every day

  To Melissa McEntrye

  The most beautiful pearls are found in the deepest oceans.

  The best memories are kept in the deepest part of our hearts.

  ~GBatiste

  Double Full

  Copyright © Kindle Alexander, 2013

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  Edited by Jae Ashley

  Photo credit: Photo of Trevor Adams by wagnerLA

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  Cover art and interior print layout by Reese Dante

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  First Edition October, 2013

  ISBN: 978-0-9891173-8-8

  Published by: The Kindle Alexander Collection LLC

  All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher, Kindle Alexander LLC, [email protected]. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without permission from Kindle Alexander, LLC. Warning: 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. http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights and livelihood is appreciated.

  Double Full is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Licensed material is being used for illustrative purposes only and any person depicted in the licensed material is a model.

  WARNING

  This book contains material that maybe offensive to some:

  graphic language, adult situations.

  Trademark Acknowledgements:

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Armani: Giorgio Armani, SPA

  Bentley: Bentley Motors Limited

  Cheshire Cat: Disney Enterprises, Inc.

  Christian Louboutin: Louboutin, Christian

  Coke: The Coca-Cola Company

  Coppertone: Schering-Plough Healthcare Products, Inc.

  Corona: Cerveceria Modelo, S.A. de C.V.

  Creed: Blue Collar Records, Inc.

  Dallas Mavericks: Dallas Basketball Limited

  DFW International Airport: Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport Board

  ESPN: ESPN, Inc.

  Garth Brooks: Brooks, Troyal Garth

  Google: Google, Inc.

  Green Bay Packers: Green Bay Packers, Inc.

  iPhone: Apple, Inc.

  iPod: Apple, Inc.

  Jack Daniels: Jack Daniel’s Properties, Inc.

  Levi's: Levi Strauss & Co. Corporation

  Linkin Park (New Divide): Linkin Park, LLC

  Longboard Island Lagers: Kona Brewery, LLC

  Malibu (coconut rum): The Absolut Company

  Medical City Hospital: Medical Cities, Inc.

  National Cheerleader Association: Varsity Spirit Corporation

  NBA: NBA Properties, Inc.

  NFL: National Football League

  PETA: People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, Inc.

  Porsche: Dr. Ing. h.c. F. Porsche AG Corporation

  Prius: Toyota Jidosha Kabushiki Kaisha AKA Toyota Motor Corporation

  Rage Against the Machine: Rage Against the Machine composed of Tom Morello, Brad Wilk, Tim Commerford, and Zack de la Rocha

  Rose Bowl: Pasadena Tournament of Roses Association, Inc.

  Speedo: Speedo International

  SportsCenter: ESPN, Inc.

  Starbucks: Starbucks Corporation

  State of Decay: Microsoft Corporation

  Super Bowl: National Football League Unincorporated Association

  TMZ: Warner Bros. Enterta
inment Inc.

  Walkman: Sony Corporation

  Wal-Mart: Wal-Mart Stores, Inc.

  World Series: Office of the Commissioner of Baseball Unincorporated Association

  Wranglers: Wrangler Apparel Corp.

  Xanax: Pharmacia & Upjohn Company

  Xbox: Microsoft Corporation

  YouTube: Google, Inc.

  Zombie Apocalypse: Konami Digital Entertainment, Inc.

  Prologue

  March 2003

  Jace gripped the side of the locker, his knuckles turning white as he dropped his head inside the open metal frame. The Texas Longhorn University men’s locker room was empty, all except for him and Colton Michaels, who at the moment had his cock buried deep inside Jace’s ass.

  “Fuck… yes!” A loud moan escaped Jace’s parted lips. Colt slipped his warm palm over Jace’s mouth in an attempt to quiet him. The hard pounding from behind never stopped.

  “Shhh… Jace, baby, someone might hear us,” Colt whispered. “I’ve waited too long for this.”

  “I never knew,” Jace panted.

  “Shhh… I want this to last.”

  “I can’t… it… dear fucking God, you feel so good.” Jace ground the words out, biting his knuckle as Colt’s hand slid down to grip Jace’s rock hard length, stroking hard and fast in the same urgent rhythm he created from behind.

  “Come for me, baby… I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill. I’ve had too many fantasies about this moment.” Colt’s breath warmed his ear, making his balls ache with every word he spoke.

  Jace grabbed for the damp towel he’d just used in the shower, but not for his leaking cock. No, he needed it for other things. Jace crammed the big wad of white terrycloth in his mouth, stifling a long muffled groan as his climax racked through his body. Damn! Somewhere in the back of his mind, he swore he could hear Colt’s soft chuckle at his over the top response.

  Colt held Jace tight, not letting him collapse forward into the top locker when the orgasm caused his knees to buckle. Instead, Colt wrapped his big strong quarterback arms around Jace’s chest and pulled him back against his athletic body, keeping him upright. All he could do was drop his head back on Colt’s broad shoulder and pant. He wasn’t complaining. He’d dreamed about the hot football player for as long as he could remember.

  It didn’t take too much longer. Colt’s grip tightened, and Jace just about went to his knees at the intensity of Colt’s release. Completely blissed out of his mind, he smiled to himself as Colt’s weight settled on him and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

  “I want to hear you cheer my name now, cheer boy,” Colt growled in his ear, before turning Jace’s head to the side, capturing his lips in a heated kiss.

  Chapter 1

  The warm spray of the men’s locker room shower soaked Jace Montgomery for the second time in less than an hour. Just like the first time, he was completely alone, and the best he could tell, no one witnessed his complete lack of morals and discretion. But, my god, if they had, who could blame him? That was Colton freaking Michaels who just fucked him senseless at his locker.

  Okay, wait, the sentence made no sense. Jace reached down and pinched himself on the arm.

  “Fuck! Like your ass doesn’t hurt bad enough.” Jace halfheartedly scolded himself at how hard he actually pinched himself. It would definitely leave a mark, but instead of thinking about the bruise he just acquired, he chose to dwell on the delicious feel of his aching ass. Colt worked him over like no one ever had before him.

  Where in the world did that come from? Colt Michaels… What?

  Jace reached for the bodywash, soaping his hands. Only their lack of a condom had him in the shower right now. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared wash for the next week in hopes of keeping Colt’s scent on his body a little longer.

  Probably not the best move to go without a condom, but he couldn’t find it in him to care right now. He was solidly in that after-sex high and decided he’d worry about the lack of protection later. Right now, he just wanted to remember. When they finished, and yes, Jace came not once, but twice, Colt pushed him toward the shower after one hell of a mind-blowing kiss. The kind of lip-lock you read about in super-hot romance novels.

  Hold your horses, hoss. The thought caused him to cringe, and his reasonable, sound mindset slowly crept back in. Damn, he hated that side of himself, always responsible, doing the right thing all the time. Technically, nothing about tonight classified as making a right decision, so Jace shoved reason aside. He wanted no part of sensible and gently reached back to wash his ass, wanting every thought to stay focused right there on that particular region of his body.

  For now, he didn’t want to consider how random their little sexual quest turned out to be. Nor did he need to be told they would never do this again. But for the length of this shower, he wanted to bask in the fairytale high of the moment. The one where the handsome prince rode in on his great white horse and swept Jace off his feet, pounding him against his locker. His smile grew bigger.

  One very important thing he learned tonight… Colt Michaels had indeed noticed him, just like he’d noticed Colt. As it turned out, they had watched each other for years, but neither had said a word. In what world was that even possible? Apparently in his world! Jace had been given his chance with the gorgeous star quarterback. Clearly, dreams did come true.

  It was all down, set, hut, hut, and fuck Jace in the butt, butt! He groaned and then chuckled at the little cheer.

  Jace looked down at his water-pruned fingers, still laughing at his rhyme, and decided he needed to celebrate the night. Everything in him wanted to call Haley and maybe Gregory to have a total girls’ night. He wanted to share this juicy bit of information so badly. He grabbed his towel and dried off while scolding himself again. This fell conspicuously under the strategic heading of never telling another living soul on the planet. Colt was a testosterone-filled jock with a beautiful girlfriend. He wasn’t slumber party gossip material, no matter how bad he wanted to tell someone he’d had hot locker room sex with Colt Michaels.

  He never got to be the one with the interesting story! Now that he had one, no way he could ever speak the words out loud. Dang it!

  Jace wrapped the towel around his waist and grabbed his shower caddy. He stopped by the sink and looked in the mirror. Something he didn’t normally do, but with one glance, he saw the ever present grin still plastered across his face. He definitely wore an after-sex glow. Man, he loved having sex with Colt.

  Standing in front of the mirror several minutes, Jace just stared at himself. Could this one sexual encounter have altered him somehow? He seemed changed and took inventory of his body. His hair was still short and blond, no change there. His eyes were still a dark green, but they did have a noticeable sparkle, and Jace’s smile broadened. His lips were still full, his skin tanned. He lifted up on his tiptoes, rising up to get a better look in the mirror. He was still the same height, about six feet tall. So what was different? Nothing he could see, yet somehow he was fundamentally transformed. Interesting.

  He gave himself the minute to imagine Colt standing right there beside him, trying to decide how they might look together. The small mirror in his locker didn’t do them justice, besides he’d been too far gone to fully absorb what he’d seen. Jace lost himself in the thought. Colt was a little taller, maybe by a couple of inches. They had about the same build. They both worked out more than their fair share. They were lean, defined, and strong. Colt’s skin was naturally dark, maybe an olive complexion. His hair was dark, almost black, and his eyes a nice light blue.

  To see all of Colt’s devilish good looks walking through the locker room had startled him senseless as he’d dressed. Jace had never gotten that up close and personal with the star of the team. And then to have those blue eyes land on him with purpose… Jace had been robbed of his ability to think straight. He still wasn’t sure he was thinking straight.

  Jace dug for his comb, did a quick brush through of his hair,
and wondered if he would ever hear from Colt again. Probably not, but if he did, this whole infatuated schoolboy thing he had going on right now would never do. Reality came crashing forward again in full force. Jace needed to lose the silly grin right now, so he forced the smile away. If Colt made contact with him, he needed to keep it cool, light, and casual. Act as if he did these kinds of things every day, all day. He certainly didn’t want to come off as a stage-five clinger. That would scream needy and scare Colt away.

  Jace grabbed his shower kit and slowly walked toward his bank of lockers. One glance down the long row and his gaze stopped at the still open locker at the end. All his thoughts of playing the cool guy flew from his brain. He could feel the smile return to his face with the heat of the blush creeping back throughout his body. Colt had banged the shit of him just a few feet away. And man did Jace want a repeat performance!

  The small Porsche rocketed through the luxury townhome complex where Colt lived. The car was new, just like the townhome, and much like the big wad of cash burning a hole in his pocket. All were secret gifts no one knew anything about. This was a tricky game, skirting around all the clearly broken rules, but Colt never allowed himself to worry. It was the only benefit of having such an involved, over-the-top father. He took care of all these little details.

  Colt zipped into his parking space, bringing the car to an abrupt halt. The townhomes were within walking distance of the university, but he loved driving this thing. He admittedly drove a little recklessly, but what was the point of having a badass sports car if you didn’t live on the edge? And Colt had certainly been much closer to falling off the edge tonight.

  Maybe diving off the edge was a better way to say it. He’d finally gotten inside Jace Montgomery’s sweet tight ass. How long had he fantasized about that one? Since he first saw Jace, that’s how long. And the sex was pretty much perfection, just as he dreamed it would be.