Outed_ A Coming-Out MM Sports Romance - Kimberly Knight

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OFF THE FIELD DUET

BOOK 2

KIMBERLY KNIGHT

RACHEL LYN ADAMS

CONTENTS

Synopsis

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

Also By Kimberly Knight

Also By Rachel Lyn Adams

About The Authors

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, places, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and storylines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains profanity, explicit sexual situations, and alcohol consumption.

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Copyright © 2022 Kimberly Knight and Rachel Lyn Adams

Published by Kimberly Knight and Rachel Lyn Adams

Cover art © Indie Sage

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Outed is a coming-out MM sports romance and book 2 in the Off the Field duet. It is not a standalone novel.

Aron Parker and Drew Rockland never expected to fall for each other when they were traded to the same team. While playing the biggest games of their lives, an accidental slip of the tongue in front of a teammate threatens to expose them before they’re ready.

Wanting to prove to the sports world that who you love doesn’t change who you are on the field, the guys decide to come out after the season ends.

As Aron and Drew get closer to their dream of winning it all, Drew’s ex drops another bomb that neither of them expects, and just as the guys think they have a handle on everything, an agreement is made that could change it all and threatens to tear them apart.

For good.

Off the field, they are just Aron and Drew …

But maybe not everyone approves.

1

Drew

“Hey, Rockland.”

My head snapped up, and my steps faltered when I heard my name and saw Matthewson standing at Aron’s door. Panic took over, telling me to head back to my room, but he’d already seen me, and it would have been weird if I’d turned around. Instead, I replied, “Hey,” and continued walking toward him.

I watched as Matthewson turned his head to look at Aron and questioned with a hook of his thumb toward me, “Baby?”

My eyes widened, hearing him use the name Aron and I called each other—or used to call each other. I was at a loss for words, not sure what had prompted the term of endearment to be the subject of conversation.

Stepping into the hallway, Aron opened his arms toward me and chuckled. “Honey, you’re home.”

I swallowed, still not able to say anything.

When I was within a few feet of them, Aron slapped Matthewson’s arm playfully. “Dude, you should see your face right now. You gave us so much shit when we were living together, Rockland and I started joking around about being the old married couple on the team.”

Knowing Aron was being Aron, I rolled with it and said, “Yeah, the old man and I are going to hang out and grab some food since Parker didn’t eat at the hospital. You want to join us?”

Aron’s gaze flicked to mine, but for once, he said nothing.

Matthewson shook his head. “Thanks, but I ate with the guys. I just wanted to check on Parker before heading to bed.” He looked between us one more time, a knowing smirk still on his lips. “I’ll see you two in the morning.”

He headed toward the elevators as I followed Aron into his room and closed the door behind us.

He sat on the couch and looked down at his phone. “I still need to order our food. Matthewson stopped by before I could order.”

“Okay, but first, what the hell just happened?” I gestured toward the hallway.

He shrugged his shoulders. “He knocked on the door, and I thought it was you. I called you baby by mistake—or who I thought was you.”

Damn. I hated hearing him backtrack on calling me ‘baby’ because I wanted him to say it intentionally. To know it still meant something to him. That I still meant something to him, and it wasn’t because it had become a habit and slipped out.

“Oh, well, do you think he’s going to say anything to the other guys?”

“There’s nothing for him to say. Nothing’s going on, right?”

And the hits kept coming.

“You’re right.” I sighed.

“Fuck, Drew. I didn’t mean it like that. I know we have shit to talk about, but it’s been a long day. We should have been out celebrating our win.