All In (The Kings of Kroydon Hills Book 1)

by Bella Matthews

  Brady pulls his dark Kroydon Prep t-shirt over his head and stands in front of me barefoot, in worn-in blue jeans and his belt. I love this.

  Licking my lips with anticipation, I go up on my knees and reach for him.

  Meeting me in the middle, he places one knee on the bed and one arm around my waist before he picks me up and sets my feet on the floor, facing away from him.

  “Brady,” I protest. “What are you doing?”

  Dropping to his knees, he pulls my pants down my legs and then groans when he sees the bright pink thong I’m wearing. I’m not prepared for his next move when he smacks my ass. I’m even less prepared when I wiggle back toward him because I liked it.

  “You like that, pretty girl?” He’s gently rubbing where he just smacked, with the palm of his hand. “Bend over, Nat.” He pulls my thong down my legs and licks his way back up. “I will never get enough of you, Natalie.”

  One finger enters me. Then two. He dips them in and out, curling toward the most incredible spot.

  I moan when he pulls them out, but tense up in the next moment when he rubs that thick finger covered in my juices against a puckered hole I had always thought of as forbidden.

  “Brady,” I pant, “what are you doing?”

  “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. But one day, Nattie. One day, when you’re ready, this perfect ass is going to be mine.” He licks up my pussy again, pushes a little harder with his finger, and I don’t know if it’s his words or his actions, but I come.

  I drop my head to the bed. “Jesus, Brady.”

  “Not Jesus, Nattie. That was all me.” Running his palm over my stomach and under my bra, he pushes it up and over my head. The feel of his calloused hands against my sensitive flesh is a match setting fire to my body.

  “Brady, you have too many clothes on.”

  No sooner have the words left my mouth before I hear his belt hitting the floor and the tearing of the condom packet. “Turn your head, Nattie. Look in the mirror. Watch what I’m going to do to you.” Jesus. From the angle I am leaning against the bed, I can see us in the big white mirror over my dresser. I can see my pussy totally bare to him. Brady is stroking his cock before he rubs it against the moisture gathering at my center. This is by far the most erotic thing I have ever watched.

  Brady enters me in one thrust, and we both moan from the exquisite feeling of my body stretching to accommodate him. Gripping my hips, he sets his rhythm and fucks me hard. One of the hands-on my hips moves to my clit, and I know that I am not going last long.

  “Mine, Nattie. God, you are all fucking mine.”

  Thrust. “Mine to fuck.”

  Thrust. “Mine to protect.”

  Thrust. “Mine to love.”

  With him holding me down on the bed, my eyes never leave the image of us in my mirror. Thrusting into me one last time, I feel his body go rigid. As if he commanded it so, my body has no choice but to obey him, I come around his cock. Aftershocks shaking me to my core. Brady looks like a god right now. With the low light coming in through the curtains, his tanned skin is almost glowing against my white comforter. I can just barely make out all of his ridges and muscles, but I know they’re there. He’s kissing my back and running his hands up my sides. I swear I want to purr like a cat.

  When Brady moves to my bathroom to get rid of the condom, I grab his t-shirt off the floor and slip it on. Pulling the covers back, I crawl into bed with a smile on my face. I don’t even know if he realized what he just said, but I heard it. The question is, did he mean it, or was that just a slip during sex?

  The night may not have started the way I originally intended, but I certainly can’t complain about the way it ended.

  42

  Brady

  I know I have a game tomorrow.

  I know I am supposed to be at the school at ten.

  I know I need to be sleeping.

  But, right now, I just don’t care. Right now, I am lying in this bed, with my girl curled up in my arms, and I can’t seem to force myself to stop watching her sleep.

  I have no doubts that the guys would tell me that I am a total pussy, but I just don’t care. This girl is it for me. She’s everything. She’s the end game. I’m all in.

  I kiss her neck, then the shoulder that my shirt has fallen off, I just can’t help myself. She is snuggled into me with her back to my front. Her tight little ass is entirely bare and has been tucked against my dick for the last two hours. The only thing separating us is a pair of boxer briefs, and I want back inside of her so badly that my cock is ready to rip through the fabric to get there. But that is not my goal in waking up my girl right now.

  Instead, moving her hair away from her face, I kiss her again.

  Nattie’s sleepy eyes start to open, looking completely confused. “Brady, is everything alright?” Slowly, she rolls over to face me. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

  “I can’t sleep. So, I was watching you instead.”

  Closing her eyes, she snuggles in closer. “Because that doesn’t sound creepy?”

  Leaning down to kiss her, I whisper in her ear. “I couldn’t sleep because I needed you to know something, Nat. I realized something tonight, and I need you to know it now.” I kiss her again quickly, then pull back to look at the soft, sleepy smile she has on her face.

  “I love you, Natalie Sinclair. I know I said it earlier, and I want to make sure you know I meant it. You are the first person that I have ever said that to. I love you, and I need you to know that.”

  “Brady.” She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair. “I love you too. I was worried that I would scare you if I told you that. But it’s true. I am completely, madly in love with you, and I don’t think that is ever going to change.”

  Nattie pulls my face down to hers, and we kiss. Slowly and gently at first, but it quickly turns frenzied.

  I can feel her heat through my boxers, and those perfectly pink nipples are hard against my chest. I run my fingers from her hips down her toned stomach and into her slick heat. “You are so wet, sweetheart.”

  She is grinding against me. “Brady. Please.” Nat pushes down my boxers with her hands and gets my legs free of them with her feet. Gripping my cock, she lines it up with her entrance.

  “Nattie, I don’t have a condom on.”

  “I don’t care if you don’t. I’m on the pill. We’re covered, and I trust you.”

  Kissing her again, I leave the decision up to her.

  Looking into my eyes, she pushes the head of my cock into her pussy.

  I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. Nothing has ever felt this good.

  “Nat, God, you feel so good.” I inch in as slowly as possible, wanting this to last, but knowing my self-control is slipping. “Baby, I’m not going to last like this. I’ve never gone bare before. You feel better than anything ever has.”

  She throws her head back, jutting her chest out, and I take one of her nipples into my mouth. My hands are on her hips, holding her down.

  This beautiful girl is every wet dream I’ve ever had come true.

  “I’m close, Brady.”

  Changing the angle, I move her leg over my shoulder and go deeper than before, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. I feel her muscles tighten around me as she comes on my bare cock. Milking me. Her orgasm urges me on, and any thoughts I may have had about pulling out leave my brain as I come inside the tightest heat I’ve ever felt.

  Leaning my head against her chest, we both lay like that for a few breaths. “That wasn’t why I told you I love you, Natalie.”

  “I know Brady. Now go to sleep. You have a big game tomorrow, and I need to be able to walk in the morning. I love you, QB.”

  43

  Natalie

  Brady kisses me goodbye early Saturday morning. He and Cooper have to be at the field by ten, and Brady still needs to go home, shower, and grab his game gear. Alone now, after drinking some coffee in an attempt to fuel up for
the day, I shower and then text Chloe.

  Nattie: Hey. You still driving us to the game today?

  Chloe: *GIF of Michelle Tanner from Full House saying ‘You got it dude’*

  Nat: *kissy-face emoji*

  Chloe: We gotta up your text game, amateur. Emojis were last year. Get with the GIF game, girl. Be there in a bit.

  I put on Brady’s jersey, telling myself that it’s good luck, but knowing that it’s just because I know how much he loves me wearing it. I love wearing it too.

  What girl doesn’t want to claim her man by wearing his name? This week I pair it with cute boyfriend jeans, rolled at my ankles, and my new navy-blue converse that I added gold laces to. I have my hair down and bouncy with a blue ribbon tied like a headband. I’m just about to go downstairs to wait for Chloe when I get an incoming text. Thinking it’s Chloe, I start to read the text as I walk down the stairs, but I stop walking and stop breathing when I see what it says.

  Unknown: I bet you thought your life was perfect. You fucked with mine. Now I’m fucking with yours

  There are pictures loading, and while the little downloading circle continues to spin, so does my stomach. Then, I see what the two images are. They are pictures from my first date with Brady. When we were in his back yard.

  Naked.

  You can see everything. My body was covering most of Brady’s, but there is no question what we were doing. I drop my phone and run back to my bathroom to throw up.

  This can’t be happening. I waited until I was eighteen years old to lose my virginity, and some creep was watching us. Someone has pictures of us. My stomach hurls again, and I stay in the bathroom with my head in the toilet for the next ten minutes.

  I can hear Chloe beeping the horn.

  What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can’t even talk to Brady about this until the game is over. There are thirty minutes until kick-off. I know his phone is turned off now.

  Was this Aria? Oh, God. Was this Darby?

  Is this revenge?

  Is there someone else out there that has been watching us?

  What’s going to happen to the pictures? Will the entire school see them?

  Will they get uploaded to the internet? Can they get uploaded to a porn site?

  Oh, my God. Will the paparazzi get them?

  Chloe beeps the horn again. Shit. I’ve got to pull myself together until I can talk to Brady. We’ll figure this out. But, God, I don’t want to have to tell my Dad this. Will he have to see the pictures?

  Will my brothers?

  I’m not surprised when I hear the side door close, then Chloe yelling, “Come on, Nat. I don’t want to miss kick-off. Hurry your cute little ass up.”

  “I’ll be right down.” Splashing water on my face and gargling mouth wash is the best I’m gonna be able to do right now. I can’t fucking believe this is happening.

  I head down the steps, grabbing my phone from where I dropped it. “Hey. You okay, Nat? You look a little off.”

  “Yeah. I’m good. Just tired. I didn’t get a ton of sleep last night.” I hate lying to Chloe, but I’ve got to talk to Brady first. These pictures are just as bad for him as they are for me. Shit. Will these affect his scholarship?

  “Gross. I don’t need to hear what you and Brady did last night instead of sleeping. If we lose today because our quarterback is dead on his feet, it’s going to be all your fault.” She’s laughing, but I’m not.

  We barely get to the game before kick-off and decide to stand where Dad and I have been standing whenever he’s been with me.

  I’ve been watching Aria. Looking to see if she is acting different.

  Did she send me those pictures?

  Did Darby?

  I keep looking around, expecting some big bad villain to jump out of the crowd, but no one does. My head is swimming with the weight of my phone, but I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.

  I know it’s a tight game because I can see the scoreboard. I hear the announcers speaking but couldn’t tell you a word they are saying. I keep cycling through the same questions over and over in my head.

  What the hell am I going to do?

  What is my dad going to say?

  What is Brady going to think?

  Chloe calls me out on my mood halfway through the second quarter. “Are you even paying attention to the game, Nat? You seem like you are a million miles away. Wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

  Staring out onto the field, I debate how to answer her. “I wish I could tell you, Chloe. I will when I can, but I can’t just yet.” I wipe away the tears that start to escape. Damnit. I hate being a crier.

  “Cryptic much?”

  Looking back out to the field, I notice the sky is a perfect blue with white fluffy clouds, and the sun tucked brightly above us. I hear the band playing in the distance and the crowd cheering for the prep. My world just took a turn on the crazy train, but everyone else is having a perfect day. It’s the strangest sensation. I’m standing still as everyone else moves around me.

  Then the next ten seconds of my life happen in slow motion.

  I watch the guys leave the huddle, and Brady calls out the play.

  Landon snaps the ball to Brady, who drops back into the pocket for a pass.

  The team scatters, everyone going to their positions on the field—everyone except Darby. If I didn’t know football the way I do, I might not have noticed, but Darby just stepped aside. He moved out of the way.

  He’s left Brady’s blindside completely open, and Brady doesn’t see it.

  He doesn’t see it coming—his focus is on Cooper at the other end of the field.

  He doesn’t see the giant of a defensive end coming his way as he throws a beautiful spiral down the field.

  “Brady!” His name is ripped from my lungs.

  The defensive end barrels down on him.

  Brady’s head snaps back from the momentum of the hit as he crumbles to the ground under the weight of the giant.

  “Brady!” Chloe and I are both screaming.

  Cooper catches the ball and runs it in for a touchdown, not having seen what just happened.

  The defensive end has stood up, but Brady hasn’t moved.

  There is an official standing by his prone body.

  The whistle is blowing, and coaches are running onto the field.

  My view of him is quickly blocked when the rest of the players realize something is happening with their quarterback.

  Their captain.

  They all run down the field, forming a circle around Brady.

  Looking over to where Darby is standing, it appears he is looking directly at me. He takes his helmet off and I swear he is smiling.

  After a few excruciatingly long minutes, the ambulance pulls up to the fence. The medics place a stabilizing brace around his neck and strap Brady to a wooden backboard before they place him on the gurney.

  Chloe and I are standing there in shock just as someone grabs my shoulder. I whirl on them with a scream on my lips when I see Annabelle and Tommy. Tommy looks as shaken as I feel. I had completely forgotten they were even coming to today’s game.

  “Come on,” Annabelle says. “Do you know which hospital they are taking him to?”

  Shaking my head no, I sprint toward the ambulance. They are already closing the doors, but Coach Maxwell sees me coming. “Sinclair, take a breath. They are taking him to Kroydon Hills hospital. There is no reason to think this is anything more than a concussion, but they’ve got to check him out. I will be there as soon as the game ends. My assistant, McNamara, is going to follow the ambulance there. You let him know if Chloe needs anything. Are their parents in town this weekend?”

  “No, coach. They’re in London.”

  “Okay. Make sure you calm down before you drive, young lady. Brady Ryan is made of strong stuff. He’s going to be fine. I’ll see you in a few hours.” Turning around, he runs back to the team.

  Chloe, Annabelle, and Tommy catch up to me, and I fill them in. Annabelle of
fers to drive us to the hospital since neither of us is okay to drive.

  Once we get into the cold, sterile waiting room, I am even more grateful for Annabelle and Coach McNamara. They take control, talking to a nurse and relaying what little information they can get to Chloe and me.

  I can’t sit still. The hard, plastic chairs make getting comfortable impossible. The yellowing ceiling tiles are chipping, and the wallpaper is dated. I think I’ve counted the lightbulbs dotting the ceiling ten times already, just trying to calm myself down.

  The voices around me are a dull reminder that there are other people in this room, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. Chloe calls her parents and leaves them message after message. She’s called the hotel they are staying at, her father’s assistant, anyone she can think of. She checking her phone constantly, hoping to hear back from them.

  I’m alternating between pacing and sitting here, completely useless as Tommy relays all of the football statistics he knows about quarterbacks getting hurt.

  According to him and his stats, Brady is going to be okay.

  Now, if only those stats could tell my heart that.

  “Natalie?” Tommy’s small voice pulls me from my thoughts.

  “Yeah, bud?”

  Tommy doesn’t answer me. Instead, he places his small hand in mine and squeezes, making me want to cry for the millionth time today. Tommy has never initiated any kind of physical touch with me in the months that I've known him. He lets us all touch him, but he never reaches out to us. Squeezing his hand, I lean my head down against his and breathe.

  When a nurse comes over to tell Chloe that they are taking Brady for an MRI, I text Cooper and let him know what’s happening. I want him to have an update as soon as they get off of the field.

  An hour later, when I check my phone to see if Coop responded, I get my final text of the day.

  44

  Natalie

  Unknown: I’ve shown you that I can hurt the people you love. Imagine what I can do to you. Have fun trying to figure out what’s next.