Aria answers. “Don’t worry about that. Everyone will bring something. They always do. You just have to order pizza and some food for the team. The rest of us save our carbs for the beer.” They all laugh at that like it was the funniest thing anyone has ever said.
I just look at Chloe and Sabrina, who are both unamused. Chloe and Sabrina are dressed more like me in jeans and cute shirts. Sabrina’s hair is in a loose braid and Chloe has hers parted down the middle, with a tight bun on either side.
Hoots and hollering are coming toward us now from the direction of the locker room.
By the time I finally see the guys heading in our direction, my nerves are shot. I expected to see Brady smiling and laughing like Murphy, Bash, and Cooper are. I wasn’t expecting serious Brady, but the look on his face is almost scary. He walks toward us like a man on a mission.
Dropping his bag, he picks me up in a fluid motion and keeps walking.
Out of instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He moves until we are behind his car, and he has me leaning against the back of the Range Rover. Completely out of sight of everyone else.
The catcalls have already started, and the guys are loud.
“Tell me, Natalie. Tell me now.”
“Tell you what?”
“Why are you wearing my jersey?”
Shocked and more than a little turned on, I stare up at him. “Should I not have worn it?”
“No, Sweetheart. I fucking love seeing my name on you. But I need to know why. I need to know what it means.”
“You told me I had to let you know when I was ready for more, Brady. This is me telling you, I’m ready for everything.”
He’s on me instantly.
This isn’t a sweet kiss.
This is claiming.
His hands are on my ass, and his tongue is in my mouth.
My legs are still wrapped around him, and I can feel him hardening against me. He pulls his mouth away and licks a trail down my neck before nipping at my pulse point.
“Oh, God.”
The next thing I hear is my brother banging on the front of the SUV. “Do not fucking make out with my sister in the parking lot, man.”
Brady leans his forehead against mine.
I laugh. “He’s such a baby.”
“Yeah, but he’s not wrong. What I want to do to you right now is not for anyone else’s eyes.”
“Well, then, it’s a good thing that my bedroom door has a lock, isn’t it, QB?”
28
Natalie
Everyone has piled into cars and is heading to our house. I’m riding with Brady, who looks utterly relaxed and hasn’t stopped smiling yet. “That was such a great game tonight, QB.” Surprisingly, that’s all it takes to wipe away his smile.
“We only won by one touch down.”
“You threw for 300 yards. Cooper caught 2 TD’s, and you ran in another one yourself. I’d call that a pretty good game.”
“It was way too close.”
“Learn to take a compliment. You won.”
“I wish it was that simple.”
“It can be for tonight. Celebrate the win. Let the rest come tomorrow.”
We drive down the street toward my house. There are already cars filling the driveway, and the road is lined. Parking just past the house, we start to walk in.
Landon Gage is carrying a keg on his shoulder like it weighs nothing. How does he even get a keg? None of us is twenty-one yet.
“Oh, my God. Landon. Isn’t that heavy?”
“Don’t you go worrying about it, Little Sinclair. These arms are plenty strong. They can carry kegs and won’t let anything happen to your boyfriend.” Landon laughs and walks away.
Meanwhile, I am stuck in my spot, pouting.
Brady tugs me, but I don’t move. “What’s wrong, Nat?”
“Little Sinclair? It’s going to stick, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, babe. I think it is.”
I stomp my foot. “What the hell! I am three minutes older than him!”
Murphy and Bash walk up laughing. “Aww. Who pissed in Tinker Bell’s fairy dust?”
I turn around and try to give Murphy the nastiest look I have. “I hate you right now, Aiden Murphy.”
Murphy puts his arm around my shoulders. “You love me, and you know it.”
“Is the whole team going to call me Little Sinclair?”
Murphy looks to Brady, having no idea what I’m talking about.
Brady meets my eyes and smiles. “Pretty much. But that just means you’re one of ours now. Come on. Let’s get inside.”
I turn my glare to Murphy. “You started this stupid nickname, and I will get you back for it when you least expect it. Be afraid, Murphy. Be very afraid.”
“I’m shaking in my tights, Tink.”
A few hours later, people are spilling out of every room on the first floor of my house and yard. I can’t believe that the cops haven’t been called, but apparently, Landon’s dad is the chief of police, and this is normal in Kroydon Hills. We locked all of the bedrooms so no one could get in any of them. Hopefully, that works.
Chloe, Sabrina, and I sit outside with our jeans rolled up and our feet in the pool. It’s still relatively warm for early September.
Brady might not have been next to me this whole time, but I could feel his eyes on me wherever I went, and it’s amped me up all night. I can’t wait until everyone leaves. I wanted to ask him earlier if he wanted to go somewhere else and skip the party but didn’t want him to miss out on celebrating his victory with his team.
Sabrina pulls me from my thoughts. “I’ve got to get going, Natalie. If I’m not home by midnight, my mom will freak.”
“Wow. I didn’t realize it was that late. Thanks for coming, Sabrina.”
Chloe looks to Sabrina. “You can sleep at my house if you want, Brina. You know my parents don’t pay any attention to what time Brady and I come home. I don’t even know if they were supposed to be coming home tonight. Dad had some benefit event in the city.”
“Thanks, but I’ve got to get going. I have an early game tomorrow, and you know my parents don’t let me get away with half the stuff you guys get away with. Text me if you need help cleaning up tomorrow, and I’ll come by after my game.” She stands up, and just as Chloe and I go to stand up, I get knocked from behind and end up in the pool.
What the hell?
As I break through to the surface of the water, I see Aria laughing with a few other girls.
These girls think that they just ruined my night, but they are seriously mistaken if they think they are the first mean girls I’ve encountered. I learned how to deal with this shit a long time ago. My father’s a famous coach, my mother is a former supermodel. Being in the spotlight is part of the package, and when you’re in the spotlight, the mean girls and trolls come out in droves.
As I pull myself out of the pool, I hear Chloe ripping into Aria.
“Are you serious right now? What the hell is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem, Chloe. Maybe Natalie should pay closer attention to what she’s doing.”
One of her minions behind her covers a fake cough and says, “Or who she’s doing.”
Chloe shoves the girl. “What did you just say?”
I grab Chloe’s hand. Turning to Chloe and Aria, I smile my best stage smile.
Aria looks at me with just as fake a smile. “Oh, my, Natalie. I really should be more careful. I didn’t see you.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about it, Aria. It’s really isn’t a big deal at all.” I smile sugary sweet at this little twit. Then I look at Brady, who has come over to see what the hell is happening, and my smile turns genuine. “What do you say, QB? Do you want to come with me? I need to go to my room and get out of these wet clothes. I’m getting kinda tired, too. Wanna help?”
Brady’s face morphs from annoyance to elation. “Night, Chloe. See you later, guys.” Brady grabs my hand and starts to pull me aw
ay from the group.
But I stop him and turn. “Bye, Sabrina. Good night Chloe. See you tomorrow.”
I can feel Aria’s eyes following me into my house. The pinched look on her face makes walking away, dripping wet, worth every second.
29
Brady
I’m not sure what just happened, but it got my girl away from everyone else, so I am not complaining. She is leading me up the stairs and does remind me of a pissed off pixie right now. I’m going to keep that thought to myself for the time being, though, because I plan on her enjoying the rest of her night, not getting myself kicked out of her room. At some point, I will tell her that she is fucking adorable when she gets pissed off.
She pulls us into her room and locks the door behind her. I’m not sure exactly what happened outside, but Nat doesn’t seem upset. She is soaking wet from head to toe and dripping on her rug. The look on her face tells me she’s lost some of her bravado from a minute earlier.
“Just give me a minute. I need to dry off and change my clothes.” Leaning up on her toes, she kisses me quickly. “I will be right back out.” She’s closing the door to what I am guessing is her en suite bathroom before I’ve said anything at all.
I walk around the room, taking it all in. There is a whole lot of white in this room. I do see some signs of my girl, though. Her black dance bag with her monogram embroidered on it in pink is thrown in the corner. There are a few pictures on a shelf over her desk. One is of her and another guy. It looks like she just finished a performance, and happiness is pouring out of her. A rose gold Mac Book is sitting on the desk right next to a photo of her Cooper and Declan after a Notre Dame game. Nattie is wearing the gold jersey, with a Notre Dame hat and cutoff jeans.
A few fancy sketches are sitting on her desk. With some fancy kind of marker, I’ve never seen before, sitting next to them.
I tentatively sit on her bed, situating myself back by her headboard. Why the hell do girls have so many pillows? Her blanket is white, the thin curtains hanging around her bed are white. She has twinkly lights mixed in that look cool. Her bed is big and soft as hell.
Everything about this room screams pure as the driven snow, and I want to do filthy things to my girl in here.
“You look ridiculous on that princess bed.” She leans against the doorframe, smiling, and that’s all I care about right now.
“I feel like I need to take my shoes off in your room. I don’t want to get anything dirty.”
Climbing up on the other side of the bed, Nat leans back against her wall of pillows. “Then take your shoes off. Get comfy. Or we can head back outside. I just had to change.” I take in what she changed into. She’s in dark green boxer shorts and a threadbare Notre Dame t-shirt.
“Were you planning on going back out to the party dressed like that, Nattie?”
She scoots back a little and sits with her legs crossed. “I don’t feel like going back out to the party, Brady.”
“Then, let’s not.” I kick my shoes off and sit back on the bed, mirroring Nat.
“For a girl that supposedly doesn’t like football, you have a lot of football t-shirts.”
“I may not love the sport, but I love the teams that make Dec and Coop happy. I love supporting them. Stealing their shirts is just a bonus.”
“Tell me something.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Hmmm. Like what?”
“Something nobody else knows.”
Natalie doesn’t hesitate. She turns her head so that she is looking right into my eyes. “I’ve never wanted somebody to kiss me as much as I want you to right now.”
“Then come here, Sweetheart.” I place my hands on her hips and pick her up, helping her move so she is straddling my legs. Moving my hands to either side of her face, I look at her. “Do you have any idea how much I want you, Nat? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first night you came to town. I saw you standing in the kitchen and knew you were different. I had no idea you were going to change my entire world. But I think I knew that night that you would change it.” I lean in and brush my lips over hers.
Deepening the kiss, she opens for me, and my tongue tangles with hers.
Moving one of my hands down her back, resting it just above her ass, I pull her, so she sits flush against me. Nat raises on her knees slightly, then finds the position she was looking for and settles more in my lap. I know she can feel my dick trying to push its way through my jeans.
I pull back slightly and lick my way down her neck. When I suck on the sweet spot between her neck and shoulder, and Nat lets out the sweetest sound.
My hands have moved to rest at her waist, just under her shirt, but I’m not sure how far she will be comfortable with, so I leave them there. Natalie’s skin is smooth and sweet and tastes like oranges.
God, I’ll never be able to eat an orange again without thinking of this girl.
She raises her ass up again and then grinds down on my cock.
“Jesus Nat. You’re gonna make me come in my jeans like a twelve-year-old. “
She laughs and pulls back to look at my face. Her hands go into my hair and angle my face to hers. “Brady Ryan, what kind of slutty twelve-year-old girls were you around?”
She laughs again, then grinds down. “I can’t help it. It just feels good.”
She leans in this time and takes what she wants—kissing my lips then my neck.
Nat’s pushing my shirt up with her hands and pulling it over my head.
“I love your body, Brady.” She pushes me back just enough that she can kiss my chest while she runs her fingers along my abs, grinding that tight little ass the whole time.
Grabbing her waist, I quickly flip us around and have her back flat on the bed in one swift move. Pink pillows fall to the floor, and Nat’s golden hair is spread out around her head. Sitting back on my heels, I move my hands back to her waist and graze her skin.
Pushing her shirt up slightly, I stop. “Is this okay, Nat?”
This beautiful girl blushes, and I want to see how far down that pretty pink color goes. “I’ve got to tell you something, Brady.”
Moving my hands back to her hips on the outside of her boxers, I try to get my ragingly hard dick under control. “Tell me anything.”
“I haven’t exactly done this before.”
Okay. Now I’m paying attention.
“Haven’t done what, exactly, Sweetheart?”
Nat blushes again, and I wonder if her nipples are the same color pink as that blush. “Any of this. I’ve never exactly had a serious boyfriend before, not that you’re my boyfriend. Oh, God. You know what I mean. I am screwing this all up.”
“Take a breath. You better believe that I’m your boyfriend, and I am completely serious. You were mine before you wore that jersey tonight. I just needed you to be on board with that. We can take it as slow as you want, but I need to know what you mean, Sweetheart. Are you trying to tell me that you’re a virgin?”
My hands are grazing her skin again. I just can’t help myself. I can’t be this close to her and not be touching her.
“I am a virgin. I’m also inexperienced. I guess.”
“Inexperienced?”
“Oh, God. I’ve never had sex. Rounded the bases. How detailed do you need me to be here? How about if I say I want you to be my first with all of the fun things, Brady Ryan. And I want all of the fun things.”
She hides her face behind her hands, so I gently grab her wrists and move them to see her beautiful ocean colored eyes. “Natalie, I want to be your first everything. I’m pretty fucking sure I want to be your only everything.”
Her baby blues go big and round, and she gets the softest, sweetest smile on her face.
“We take everything at your speed.”
Nat nods her head.
“I need your words, Sweetheart.”
“Yeah, Brady. Now can you please kiss me?”
Kissing her again, I let my hands roam under her shirt. I’m expec
ting to feel satin or lace, but my girl is bare under her shirt. Gently cupping her breasts, which are the perfect handful, I let my thumb flick over her hard nipple before pinching it. She moans. The sound goes right to my dick, and any control I had forced on myself earlier is lost. I am hard as steel in that second.
“Brady…”
“Yeah, Sweetheart.”
“Take my shirt off. Please. I want to feel your skin against me.”
God, yes.
I want to worship this girl.
Protect her.
Possess her.
I want to give her everything.
30
Natalie
Brady whips my shirt over my head faster than I knew possible. Much more gently, he grips the waist of my boxer shorts and looks at me.
I nod my head, and he peels them down my legs, much more slowly than my shirt. I’m lying before him in nothing but teal blue lace, cheeky-cut panties. The look in his eyes is worth everything.
“Natalie. My God. You are a goddess.”
His hands go back to my breasts, followed by his mouth. He licks and nips and sucks on my nipples. Swirls his tongue around one, then the other. I swear to God, I think I could come just from this. Then his hand moves down my body and over my panties.
His fingers run over the outside of my panties. Up and back. God, it feels good, but I want more, and I don’t know if he will take it.
Grabbing his wrist, I go to move his hand.
Brady stops immediately, but that’s not what I want. I push his hand inside my panties, wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, then kiss him. Hard. It only takes a second before Brady has established a rhythm. Up, down, circle around my clit.
“Oh, my God. Brady.” I’m riding his hand now, absolutely soaked.
Our tongues are stroking with the same rhythm. I feel like I am completely out of control. I can hear moaning and am pretty sure it’s coming from me.
“Brady. Oh, God. I’m gonna. Oh, God.” I explode without any control, my body clenching around him as I ride out the waves.
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