Go Hard: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

By: B. B. Hamel
Prologue: Taylor

I was used to seeing big men.

That was my job. As a physical trainer for a professional football team, I had to constantly touch their bodies. It was never an issue, though. I was a professional, and even though the boys sometimes made stupid jokes, I knew it was just joking.

At least until I met Owen Rack.

Cocky and brash, Owen won the Heisman award and was the first pick in the NFL draft. He came to the Philadelphia Eagles to try to save their ailing franchise, and I was supposed to be the physical therapist who would work with him closely.

I could still remember the first time I saw him. It was during the summer training session. Owen came into the locker room like he owned the place. He grinned at me as I walked up to him.

“You here to stretch me out? Maybe we could go do that in the shower.”

Those were the first words he spoke to me. The other guys had all laughed, and I’d wanted to slap that cocky smile from his face.

Owen was handsome, so damn handsome. He was tall for a running back and covered in muscles. He was known for his aggressive running style, where he’d try to run guys over as he burst down the field with incredible sped.

That meant he was injured a lot. The man’s body went through more punishment than most professional athletes, and yet he didn’t seem to mind it one bit. In fact, Owen got hit, got up, and begged for more. I’d never met someone who seemed to love pain as much as Owen Rack.

It was supposed to be strictly professional between the two of us, but there was nothing professional about Owen. He was a dirty talking asshole, covered in tattoos and down to party. I hated him the second I saw him.

But that didn’t matter. I’d gone to the University of Pennsylvania and gotten my degree in sports medicine. I was just an apprentice in the physical therapy department of the Eagles organization when he joined, but because my boss got pregnant and took her maternity leave, I was quickly given some very important assignments.

His muscular body after practice, sweating and tense. He smiled at me, his eyes knowing exactly what I was thinking.

Maybe I wanted him. Maybe I wanted to give him what he wanted when he whispered in my ear. “Go ahead,” he said. “Slide my shorts a little lower. Let me show you how fucking hard you make me.”

It was my job to touch him. It was my job to take care of his body.

But he wanted me to take care of so much more.

That was before I found out about his secret. Owen Rack was a cocky asshole, and he had a darkness that followed him around. I hadn’t seen it at first, because I was too busy staring at his muscular body.

But I’d find it soon enough.

There was a shadow that followed him around. I didn’t want to touch it, but I needed to reach out, let my fingers fall through its dark film. He smiled at me, encouraging me to feel it.

I didn’t know how I got involved with a man like Owen Rack. His dark green eyes flashed as he smiled at me.

“We’re doing this together,” he whispered. “We’re going hard or else.”

I didn’t know if I wanted it. I didn’t know if I could handle it.

Owen Rack was more than he seemed, and I was afraid I’d never get away.



I never thought I’d work for an NFL team right out of college, but my dream came true faster than I could have guessed.

It was complete and total luck. One of my professors at school happened to know Lucy Strang, the head of the physical therapy department for the Eagles. Lucy just so happened to be looking for an apprentice, and I just so happened to be looking for a job. One thing led to another, and somehow she hired me.

I’d never forget the first time I saw the facilities. They were huge and modern, the sort of place I’d always dreamed about working. Professional football teams had state-of-the-art technology, like imagining devices, plus cutting-edge medical theory and knowledge. I knew I was going to learn a lot, and I couldn’t wait.

That first month was amazing. Lucy was kind and welcoming, and she went out of her way to introduce me to everyone around me. She started training me immediately, giving me a crash course on how everything worked and what it would be like to be an actual physical therapist for the athletes.

At the time, I thought she was just a good boss. In retrospect, she knew something was going to happen. The thing was, at the time Lucy was eight months pregnant.

She was huge, and getting ready to burst.

That never really occurred to me. I never really thought much about what would happen when she actually had her baby. I figured she’d go on maternity leave and they’d find a replacement in the short term for her, or something like that.