Switch Hitter

The pitcher. The catcher. A tent neither of us asked for.

Kit Stone is the cockiest guy on the roster. He shakes off my calls, throws what he wants, and gets the strikeout anyway.

I can't stand him. He can't stand me. The whole team's tired of it.

So Coach puts us in a tent together on a team bonding trip and tells us to sort it out.

Two nights. One tent. A squirrel with a personal vendetta against my s'mores. And a guy I want to murder who turns out to be a completely different problem in the dark.

He kissed me to shut me up. It worked.

Then it happened again. And again. And somewhere between the sleeping bags and the campfire and his hand over my mouth so the whole team doesn't hear us, I stopped hating Kit Stone.

I'm a straight guy. Always have been.

But my pitcher just threw me a pitch I wasn't ready for.

And goddammit… I swung.

Enemies to Lovers | Straight to Gay | First Time MM | Forced Proximity | They Both Switch

Explicit Short Novella

Book 3 GSB — Good Straight Boys — MM Erotic Fiction Series