Page 101 of Broken Play
"The left."
I kick the door open and lay her on the bed. "I'm going to love the hell out of you, but from now on, you can never walk away from me again."
I peel her out of her clothes, cherishing the slow drop of her sweater and bra, revealing her perfect breasts. My hands slide over them, rolling her nipples between my fingers, making them pop. Then I wiggle her out of her jeans and panties.
"Glad to see you wore your plain white briefs when I bought you all that lingerie," I joke.
"How was I supposed to know you were going to ravage me on the day we confront our blackmailer? I was being practical."
"I love that about you. But you can afford sexy panties. In fact, I'm going to rip every pair off of you, so you'll need a thirty-daysubscription."
"Ooh, I like it when you get territorial over my underwear."
"Actually, we should save money and not wear any, especially since they're always wet and your body will be leaking my cum every day."
"Fill me up, Ten."
"You know, after I retire, there can be no other number ten who plays for the Armadillos, because you saying 'Ten' to someone else will make me jealous."
"Then you'd better play lights-out so we can retire your jersey."
"Let me show you how well I can play."
EPILOGUE
SUTTON - THREE MONTHS LATER
It's official:I'm Mrs. Sutton O'Ryan.
Greyson and I stand on his special rock at the waterfall with all his family, Paulina, and my mom's grandparents, whom I hardly know but who wanted a piece of my family here. Tammy and Dad have cut ties with Heath, but Dad had a heart attack in Singapore and couldn't get home.
Greyson leans me back, dipping me as he gives me a slow, sensual kiss to seal the deal. I hear phone cameras clicking, as well as the professional photographer's camera, and I can't wait to see what the money shot will be.
When he sets me back on my feet, I whisper, "She's here watching. I can feel it."
"She wouldn't miss it," he says with tears in his eyes. "Thank you for bringing back all the good memories I associate with this place."
"Thanks for letting me. We healed each other."
Our guests cheer and clap as Greyson twirls me down the aisle.
We head straight to his granny's ranch for the reception. We don't want people waiting on us, so we aren't doing posed pictures. We decided we wanted to capture the real moments to hang on our walls.
The fancy barn Greyson had constructed is made of light-brown wood, with huge French-country vases filled with a variety of blue flowers lining the tables. He says they match my eyes. All his teammates and the Armadillo staff are waiting. Also here are his best friend, Devon, and Rick; his best friends from his days in Denver, Bodhi and Anna; and several coaches from the tennis academy.
The band plays a mixture of music, but Redham shows off his old-school '80s hip-hop moves that none of us were alive to experience firsthand. The band leader says, "Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for Mr. and Mrs. Greyson O'Ryan."
Greyson reaches for my hand as the music fades in. The gentle rhythm of the rumba plays as he pulls me into our first dance as husband and wife. The world blurs at the edge of my vision; it's only us, footsteps slow and in sync, just like we practiced on Monday afternoons in the basement.
"I love you, Mrs. O'Ryan. It feels like a name you should have been born with."
He kisses me softly, overlapping his lips with mine, stealing my breath. "Our first real kiss of our marriage. I love you too, Mr. O'Ryan," I say. He throws his head back, and his million-watt smile makes my knees weak. We continue to make our way around the dance floor, with the people we love and admire snapping photos.
"You can call me whatever you want, as long as you call meyours."
But then, the music shifts—abrupt and wild. The swing. I feel his body tense and see a flicker of panic in his eyes. We never practiced this. He fumbles for a beat, and I almost laugh, but suddenly his dad is there, reaching in with a wide, reassuring grin. The announcer's voice booms, "Now for the first dance with the bride and her new father-in-law."
My heart twists. Greyson's dad sweeps me into his arms, and I'm grateful for the warmth of this new family drawing me close. "I've considered you family for months, but now you're one of us. You gotta take the good with the bad."
