I’m not gay. Not even a little. I’m here to prove myself to my new baseball team—keep my head down, play hard, stay focused.
But the second I see Luke—captain, golden boy, stupidly good-looking—something in me starts slipping. I tell myself it’s stress. New environment. Nothing more.
Then Coach locks us in an abandoned dorm for a week-long “Shut-In.” No phones. No privacy. And the one rule designed to break no touching. Not each other.
Ourselves.
It’s supposed to build discipline. Instead, it turns every look, every shift of Luke’s shirt, every smirk from Marsh—the tattooed team menace—into pressure under my skin.
I try to hold the line. I swear I do. But Marsh corners me when I’m at my weakest… and suddenly the line doesn’t exist. I’m left aching, humiliated, and furious that I still need more.
So I go looking for Marsh again. But it’s Luke I find waiting. And the golden boy? Yeah—he’s not as innocent as he pretends to be.
Now I have to ask myself just how much “team building” I’m willing to do to get some relief…
Hands Off is a fast, filthy, high-heat short read about a “straight” jock cracking under a no-touch punishment week, a bad-boy detour, and a golden boy who turns out to be the real danger. If you love forbidden team tension, forced proximity, and a bisexual awakening you can’t put down—welcome to the Shut-In.