Tamed (The Courtside King #1) Read Online Kora Knight

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Courtside King Series by Kora Knight
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
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Breck blinked. Tad was bailing? Again?

He never used to ditch. But this would make it three times in the last month and a half.

“Dude.” Jay shook his head. “You know I make a primo Red Eye. I’ll hook you up with a mean one bright and early.”

Breck tamped back a laugh. He remembered the last time Tad tried one of Jay’s Red Eyes. He’d turned an entire shade greener than he already was.

Right on cue, Tad made a face. “As enticing as that sounds, I’m still gonna have to pass.” He looked uneasy, but it didn’t seem related to the memory of Jay’s torture-in-a-glass. He cleared his throat and gestured back toward the stairs. “Besides… I told a buddy of mine I’d sit in on his kickboxing class.”

Breck’s brows shot high. He traded looks with Ned. In perfect unison, they started doing the math. Tad never kept other friends on the downlow. What’s more, for the last several years, he’d been throwing vibes. Subtle ones that just might suggest he wasn’t entirely straight.

Not too long ago, when just the two of them had been drinking, Breck and Ned had even made a bet. Not on whether or not Tad was gay, though. They’d skipped that shit, and went straight for when their boy would finally score some dick. Ned said never. That Tad was too shy. That hell would freeze over before he’d ever ‘don his chaps and mount the bronco.’

Breck, however, sensed an ember in Tad. One that, if fanned, just might actually catch flame. Tad’s spirit was fierce, after all. He’d proven that in spades. Every time he took Breck down with a wrestling move. So, with that in mind, he’d given his friend till the end of senior year.

Three more months.

It could happen. It could.

And Breck was definitely rooting for him, considering his own secret tastes.

Ned slid him a smirk, then turned his blue eyes to Tad. “Kickboxing? Can we come, too?”

“Fuck that,” Jay objected, determined to stay the course. “I’m done working out.” He turned and frowned at Tad. “And who’s this buddy of yours?”

Tad stiffened. “Just a dude I know that works here.”

Wow. Now he looked nervous.

Breck grinned, both curious and amused. “Does dude have a name?”

Tad tamped a small, awkward laugh. “Yeah... But you guys don’t know him.”

“Well, we can certainly remedy that!” Ned turned around and headed back, a bounce in his step. “I’ve totally been meaning to check out that class. C’mon. Let’s walk him over.”

Breck fought a smile. This should be interesting. “Whatever.”

“Seriously?” Tad groused. “You guys do not have to walk me over. Geez. What am I, five?”

“Oh, shut it, boxer boy,” Jay grumbled. “The sooner Ned gets his little peek, the sooner I get my beer.”

Yup. Aside from Breck, no one in their foursome loved his alcohol more than Jay. In this one thing, he and Goldie Locks were very much alike.

They climbed the central staircase to the second floor. Breck peered around at all the large glass-fronted classrooms.

Tad took a few steps forward, then paused, his expression suddenly anxious. “Alright, guys. You’ve delivered me safe and sound. I’ve got my blankie and juice box, so I should be good to go.”

As if Ned would let him off that easily.

“Dude. Don’t be such an asshat. Introduce us to your friend.” Ned flashed Tad his hundred-watt smile. “Then ask if I can sit in, too.”

Tad didn’t look thrilled. “Don’t you all have places to be? Beers to drink? Livers to damage?”

Breck grinned. “Coach makes us take herbal supplements. So my liver’s good.” Heh. Tad wouldn’t be shaking him off that easily, either.

Jay snorted a laugh. “Herbal supplements, my ass.”

Breck shot him a glare. He knew what Jay was implying. The dumbass insinuated it all the time. “I told you, Goldie Locks. I don’t take steroids.”

“Right. And my longboard’s made of solid gold.”

“Yo, fucknuts. Quit your yappin’ and let’s go.” Ned eyed the classrooms. “Alright, Mitchel, which one is yours?”

Tad hesitated, his demeanor tense, but finally gestured with his chin. “That one.”

Jay followed his gaze. “Whoa.” He gaped. “Those dudes standing outside the door are freaking ripped. Is one of them your boy?”

“Uh… yeah.” Tad’s voice sounded tight. “Guy in the shorts. I don’t know the other one.”

Breck followed their gazes to the two men casually talking—then instantly went taut. “Aw, fuck. I do.”

He couldn’t believe it. Kai? Seriously? What were the odds?

His friends turned and looked at him.

He scowled and shook his head. “Dude’s a major dick.”

“Awesome.” Ned beamed like the punk he was, then kicked it back into gear. “Can’t wait to meet him.”

* * * *

“His name’s Sean. A good kid. New to the scene, though. Still learning the ropes. But so far, he’s really into it and wants to keep going.”

Kai listened as his friend Scott gave him the rundown on a favor. A guy he wanted Kai to take on as a sub. His roommate, Max, had been mentoring the kid, but now Scott suspected Max might try to pawn Sean off on him. A responsibility that Scott very clearly didn’t want.


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