Page 97 of Broken Play
"Back off, guys." They help me stand. I'm pretty sure I have a concussion, but I don't care, and I take off my helmet, holding it at my side while I wrap one arm around Sutton's neck and pull her in for a kiss. We know when the Kiss Cam lands on us because the crowd roars and claps. We kiss so long that the referee comes over to break it up.
"I love you, Sutton."
"And I love you, Ten."
"Did I get the touchdown?"
"You did."
I wobble over to the sideline with Sutton by my side. When we sit down, I ask, "Aren't you scared the video will come out?"
"Your dad convinced me that you wouldn't let that happen, and Witt found out who owns the computer that sent the emails." She looks down, fiddling with her Armadillo jersey that I'm just now realizing has my number on it. I growl at the thought. She's not a possession, but damn, I get possessive of my girl in my jersey.
"Who? Bodhi?"
She shakes her head no and folds her lips over, clearly unnerved. "Anna," she whispers. It doesn't register because it can't be Anna.
My jaw nearly hits the floor. "Your best friend, Anna?"
"Yep, looks like it. I can't believe she could let the world see me in a porn video."
"We were making love, not porn... but if you want to try out some new things, I'm here for it."
"Have you confronted her, or has Witt sent an email telling her to stop or we'll ruin her?"
"No, I wanted to talk to you about it first. She's in town for Bodhi's tennis camp to help him. Should we confront her there?"
I have a splitting headache, but after I think about it, I say, "Act like everything is okay and invite her over to your house. We'll confront her together. But wait, she was emailing someone in the company who was doing her dirty work. Who? Do we know?"
"Can we talk about this later, in private?"
"Darlin', there will be no talking tonight. Tonight, I'm devouring your body and marking every inch of it. I hope you have a Little House on the Prairie dress to wear tomorrow because everyone will know who you belong to."
"Is that right? Only if I get to do the same to you."
"I'm counting on it."
FIFTY-FOUR
SUTTON
The mirror can't disguise how much Greyson loves me. There are no fewer than fifteen mini bruises from him sucking on every part of me. He draws me against his chest, which is spotted with hickeys of his own. "You marked me," he says, a smile blooming across his face.
"How's your head?" The team doctor said Greyson shouldn't exert himself for a few days, yet just a few hours after the game, we're on a train of never-ending orgasms.
"You're the best painkiller," he teases. "In fact, I'm feeling some pain again."
I turn to face him. "Well, we have a tennis camp to attend and a best friend to nail to the wall. And not in the way you nail me."
"You're the only one I'm nailing for the rest of my life." This time when he kisses me, his kisses are soft and sure, filled with love, not desperation. "Those few days without you were the worst. From this day forward, we work things out together."
"Agreed. Noelle called and said she posted the kiss on socials, and we've been trending for over twelve hours."
"I only care how much you love me. I don't care about the rest of the world."
He laces his fingers through mine all the way to the tennis academy. We go into my house and make the preparations. "I invited Noelle to the tournament to watch, but she's traveling to an away game in Oklahoma. Marlon and Heath are coming, though."
"Hmm... I get the feeling your brother doesn't care for me, but I'll win him over now that we're an honest couple," he says on our way to center court. Most of the courts have some bleacher seating, but this one has seatbacks.
