Page 21 of Broken Play (The O’Ryan Family #1)

TWENTY-ONE

GREYSON

Kissing her lips and her skin is my new favorite pastime. Football is now a distant second. I'm falling so hard. Been falling since the night I met her.

Sutton Anders has taken over every nook and cranny of my mind. After learning what she's survived—and feeling her pressed against me, barely dressed—there's no going back. Sutton Anders has my heart.

Every time she exposes the full column of her neck with her hands pressed against my chest, my breath catches at her beauty.

"Stand up and take off your pants," I say in a half-commanding tone.

"Only if you do," she teases.

I lift us both from the couch and set her feet on the plush rug. I take her hands in mine. "Sutton, I want you, but if this is in response to what happened, I'll wait. I want you on your terms... when you're ready."

Her chest rises and falls fast. "I'm tired of fighting this."

"Last time we kissed, you said it was a mistake. That one word stole the air from my lungs."

She presses onto her toes, her hands on my shoulders to keep steady, vulnerable and wanting. The weight of the abuse she's carried and the pain she confessed has me wanting to take it slow and let her know that she's more than tonight, but she says, "I was wrong."

"You're safe with me, but if I ever see him lay a hand on you again, I'll make sure he never plays tennis again."

Her face softens even more. "I only want to think about you... and me... naked."

She unbuckles my belt and pushes my boxers to the floor, then her jaw drops. "Umm, that surprises me," she says as she stares at my erection.

My brows furrow. Am I smaller than she expected? Damn, I think I'm hung. "Not big enough for you?" I ask, half teasing because if it's not—that's a massive blow to the ego.

"I thought you would wear boxer briefs. The performance kind."

This brings a smile to my face. "Have you been thinking about my dick, Sutton?"

She stammers, "No... umm... okay, yes."

"You're such a good girl. But if you must know, I wear boxers after games because my junk has been in a cup for four hours.

So, I like to hang loose." Then I drop to my knees and take her pants off along with her plain cotton underwear.

I'm not complaining; she makes the tighty-whities look like the most exquisite, sexy fabric on earth.

I kiss her thighs and run my fingers through her folds.

I'm in heaven at the sweet smell and need to taste her in the worst way, so I lift her leg over my shoulder.

She's hesitant and starts to say no, but the word dies on her lips when my tongue swipes, separating her folds.

Soon, she's pushing my head in deeper and panting my name.

I suckle her budding nub between my teeth.

Her fingernails dig into my scalp. Her body goes rigid as she comes all over my mouth. I lick every drop until she relaxes.

I stand and wrap my arms around her waist, never wanting to let her go but knowing she may rethink this tomorrow. Tonight is my only chance to prove how much I want her and how good I can make her feel. "That's the best nightcap I've ever had." I grin into a kiss.

She stops.

"What? Have you never tasted yourself?"

Embarrassed, she shakes her head slightly.

"Well, babe, you don't know what you've been missing." I give her an open-lipped kiss without tongue until she's desperate for more.

While we kiss, I sink back onto the couch, drawing her with me.

She settles onto my lap, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

The heat between us is palpable, every movement slow and deliberate, making me ache for more.

The slick evidence of her arousal coats me, and I shudder, gripping her waist just a little tighter, as if I might lose my mind if I let go.

My tip hits her clit as she moves back and forth, and she lets out soft mewls, driving me crazier.

The way she's lost in the moment is for me—like she's starring in a one-person movie, just for me.

"I could do this all night," she says in a shuddering breath.

"It's a good thing we have all night."

She moves faster and comes again, but it only takes a few seconds before she wants more. She lifts herself, and my rock-hard dick finds heaven as she sinks down on me. She gasps, and I say, "Don't move. I want to remember the moment I found my home inside of you."

I don't mean to be deep, but that's honestly how I feel. She probably thinks I'm a desperate puppy dog in search of water. But I've found the well I want to drink from—forever.

Gradually, she swirls her hips, and a sigh of delight escapes her perfect, natural-sized lips. They're not fake and puffy.

When she adjusts to the intrusion, I use my hands to slide her up and down. The longer we go, the wetter she gets. I can't get enough of her as the smell of sex fills the room. I thrust upward as she presses her palms against my chest and rides me like a professional rodeo rider.

Relentless, we chase that final orgasm but pull back every time we get close.

Bouncing. Grinding. Tossing her hair. Arching her back. It's like art, and I can't wait to sketch her in this moment.

I'm on the precipice of blowing my load before she does as she tries to play with my balls while keeping her rhythm. She's all over the place, so I slow it down just enough so I can stimulate her clit. That's all it takes. She yells, "Yes. Oh my God, yes."

My toes curl; a roaring grunt travels up my core, and I pull her off me, coming all over both of us and my brand-new couch.

Her head falls onto my shoulder, and I stroke her silky hair. When we both catch our breath, I push her back so I can see her face. "Big enough?"

She twists her mouth like she's thinking about it, and I can't help but wipe that smirk off her face by giving her a bruising kiss.

"Why do guys think it's about the size? For women, it's about the emotions."

"So, you're telling me a guy with a little dick you can't even feel inside you is good, as long as he gives you emotions?" I know I have an incredulous look on my face; my eyebrows feel like they're on top of my head.

"Well, number ten, you're lucky you made me feel both."

I like that answer, but I want to hear her say a little dick is as good as a big one. Of course, she only has Bodhi to compare me to. He's not as tall as me, but I have to think he's at least average. Damn, I need to stop thinking about him being inside her.

So instead of making more jokes, I say, "Let's go shower."

"Together?"

"Yeah, together." I act like I've done it a million times, but I've never showered with a woman.

I've never let them stay long enough in the hotel room, and I've certainly never had them to my house since I've been a professional.

In college, sure, they came to my dorm room, but back then we had communal showers, unlike now.

Parker and Noelle live a life of luxury with suites where they have their own rooms and bathrooms.

Sutton makes a quick grab for her clothes piled on the floor, trying to cover herself, but with my faster-than-a-fly reflexes, I swipe them out of her hands, sporting a victorious grin.

She glares at me, arms crossed over her chest, but I just backpedal toward the stairs, her clothes held hostage.

"What's the matter, Sutton? You gonna let a little nudity slow you down?

" I tease, waggling her shirt invitingly.

She huffs and charges after me, laughing, and I bolt up the stairs, her footsteps hot on my heels as I call over my shoulder, "You better catch me before the neighbors get an eyeful!"

"Ha! You don't have neighbors," she snaps playfully.

"No, but I do have a roommate."

She stops halfway up the stairs. "What? Is Noelle here?"

I walk back down, meeting her on the step, and throw her over my shoulder. "Just kidding. Frank is staying at a hotel with his wife tonight."

"You're an ass," she says as she slaps my butt. "Ow, it's hard."

A chuckle rolls from my throat. "Oh, it's hard for you."