All In (The Kings of Kroydon Hills Book 1)

by Bella Matthews

  Lifting my eyes to his, I answer, “Exactly what I want to. Now lift up so I can get your shorts off. “

  As he helps me slide his boxer briefs down, his dick stands at full attention. Brady reaches one hand behind him and pulls his army green polo over his head. So sexy. My eyes are feasting on this beautiful display of sinewy muscles. Looking at his cock, I can’t help wondering how the hell I am going to fit that in my mouth.

  Without giving myself a chance to second guess, I grab the base of his cock and lick up the length of him, swirling my tongue like he is the most decadent ice cream cone that I’ve ever had.

  “Jesus, Natalie.”

  I do that again and add my other hand, lightly scratching my nails along the bottom of his balls. He shudders, and I make a mental note, that must have been a good thing too.

  “Brady.”

  He moves those deep, golden flecked eyes to lock with mine.

  “Tell me what you like.” I lick him one more time and then slip the head of his cock into my mouth, running my tongue around his head before adding suction.

  Brady gathers the hair from around my face and fists it in his hand. “Nattie, my dick is in your mouth. Just avoid your teeth, and this will be the hottest fucking experience of my life because it’s you.”

  His words spur me on, and I take him deeper. Keeping my hand on his balls, I pump him with my other hand to the same rhythm I’m sucking him off. Lifting my eyes, my gaze holds his, and Brady groans.

  He is jerking his hips now with the rhythm of my mouth, and the tight lines on his face are telling me he’s still holding back. It’s so fucking hot, knowing that I’m doing this to him. I finally work up the nerve to take him to the back of my throat and am incredibly relieved when I don’t choke—Yay for my lack of a gag reflex!

  The next thing I know, Brady’s moving us. He lifts me from under my shoulders and lies me down with my back flat on the couch.

  Pouting, I lean up on my elbows. “Hey, I wasn’t done.”

  “Sweetheart, I want to come inside of your tight little pussy tonight, and if you kept your mouth on me for one more minute, I was going to be done before I get to be inside of you. Lift your arms up.”

  I do as he says, and my dress is pulled over my head.

  Sucking in his breath, Brady runs his hand over his face, before his eyes set every inch of my body on fire. “You are my every fantasy come to life, Natalie.”

  I internally thank my mother for her expensive tastes and all of the shopping we did before moving to the East Coast. I’m wearing a sheer lace, ice blue, strapless La Perla bra, and matching ice blue lace, Brazilian cut panties.

  Pulling the cups of my bra down, Brady runs one deliciously calloused palm around my breast while the other goes between my legs.

  “Please, Brady.”

  “What, Sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you. I want us. Now. Do you have a condom?”

  While he leans over the couch and grabs a foil square out of his wallet, I remove my bra. Brady rips the condom open with his teeth and pulls it down the length of his cock.

  “These need to go, Natalie.” He pulls my panties down my legs then kisses up them. He licks his way up to my clit then sucks. Sending an electric current through my body.

  I grab his hair as he licks and sucks, driving me wild. “God, Brady. I want more.”

  Leaning back on his heels, Brady takes his cock in hand and strokes it before running it up the line of my pussy, right where his mouth just was. My whole body shudders.

  Positioning himself at my entrance Brady moves his hands to my hips, then starts to push in.

  Slowly.

  So slowly.

  I feel like I will lose my mind if he doesn’t begin to move.

  “God, Natalie. You feel so fucking good. I’m trying to go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Please, God, Brady. Don’t go slow.” I try to wiggle a little to get him to move.

  “Fuck, Nat.” In one hard movement, he forcefully pulls my hips toward his and bottoms out in me. He doesn’t move. Leaning down, he takes my mouth in a devastating kiss, leaving us both moaning from the exquisite torture.

  “Move, Brady. Please. I need to feel you move. You’re not hurting me. I’m not glass. I won’t break.”

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Nattie.”

  Attempting to grind against him, I answer, “But I do, Brady. Fuck me. Now.”

  I’ve unleashed something animalistic in him.

  He builds his rhythm and fucks me like nothing I’ve ever imagined. He pulls me up to sit in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist.

  My chest is rubbing against him with every rise of my body. The sensation of his hard muscles rubbing against my nipples is driving me insane. He’s still in control, but now I’m riding him to his rhythm. My hands are in his hair, and his eyes are on mine. He’s licking and sucking my neck, my tits, my mouth.

  It’s so hot.

  With one hand wrapped tightly around my back, the other is holding my face to his. My hair is tickling our naked skin. Our tongues are fucking to the rhythm of our bodies, and I’m not going to last long like this.

  “Brady. I’m there.”

  “Come, Sweetheart. Come on my cock. Come fucking now, Natalie.” It’s as if my body has no choice but to follow his command. Brady’s cock surges up as he pulls me down, and I explode with his name on my lips.

  36

  Brady

  Neither of us makes any attempt to move for a few moments.

  The sky is dark, with only the trees’ small lights giving off a pale white glow. The cool air is hitting my hot skin and reenergizing me already. I’ll never be able to get enough of my girl.

  I fucking love having Natalie in my arms.

  Her skin on mine.

  Her head on my shoulder, and her golden hair hanging all around us.

  It’s like the universe is quiet right now, and we are the only two people who matter in this world. “Nattie, I’ve got to take care of the condom.” I don’t want to stop touching her, but I have to. Moving her to the corner of the couch, I tie the condom off, then throw my boxers back on.

  Nat grabs her dress and slips it back over her head, making me want to rip it off again.

  “I need to clean up.” Nattie is blushing like she is embarrassed as she quickly picks up the sexiest panties and bra that I’ve ever seen and tries to sneak away. Grabbing her by the waist from behind, I lift her off the ground and squeeze until she starts laughing.

  “Where are you trying to go, pretty girl? I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Brady!” Nat manages to say between giggles. “Put me down!”

  I can’t believe I almost let that bitch from earlier screw this up for me. For us. Putting Nat down and spinning her around makes my world complete.

  Nat is trying to scowl at me, but it’s not working.

  “You know you’re not helping the Tinker Bell comparison right now. When you get pissy, it really is fucking cute. I feel like you should have fairy dust all around you.”

  “Do you want to know what I’ve got, QB? I’ve got come dripping down my legs because you just gave me the best orgasm of my life. Can I please go clean that up?”

  I fucking love hearing that.

  Love that I did that.

  Mine.

  Dropping down, I grab her leg and place it over my shoulder. “Oh, I can clean that up for you, Sweetheart.” Licking up her leg, I don’t stop until my head is under her dress. I’m about to lick that pretty pink pussy again when I hear a gasp that didn’t come from Natalie.

  Fuck me.

  “Ohmygod. Oh, Fuck. I. Um. I didn’t see anything, I swear. Fuck. I’m going upstairs. Shit.” I hear my sister trip over a chair as the hardwood scratches over the pavers.

  Nat whips her leg off my shoulder so quickly that her ballet training must be the only reason she didn’t just fall over. “Oh, my God. Chloe. I am so sorry.” Her v
oice is shaky and embarrassed, and I am going to kill my sister for putting that quiver there.

  “What the fuck, Chloe? I thought you were sleeping at Sabrina’s tonight.”

  “Sabrina’s little sister started puking halfway through the movie. I don’t do puke and didn’t want to be around her if she got the flu. Her mom thought it was probably best if I came home. I didn’t know I would be walking in on a scene out of Youporn.”

  Nat hides her face in my shirt, but I think she’s laughing.

  Chloe starts cracking up, which spurs Nat on more. Both girls are hysterical after a minute, and I give up.

  “Come on, Nat. Let’s go inside.”

  My asshole sister isn’t done with us yet. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. If outdoor nookie does it for you, I can put my headphones on and watch something on Netflix. There are plenty of surfaces out here that I’m sure could work.”

  Nat grabs my hand. “As much fun as that sounds, I think I need to go home, Brady.”

  “Are you sure? Do you want to stay here tonight?” I’m not ready to let go yet after our roller coaster of a night.

  Leaning into me, my girl whispers, “I would love to sleep in your bed, but I think I should go home tonight. You’re coming over tomorrow, though, right?”

  “I’ll be there, Sweetheart.” Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her lips.

  “And I’m out. See you tomorrow, Nat. Lock up when you leave, Brady. I’m going to bed.” Chloe heads into the house.

  “I am so sorry about that. She told me she was gone for the night.”

  “QB, I’m good if you don’t apologize for the hottest night of my life. Now take me home, walk me to my door and kiss me goodnight. I want to go to sleep tonight thinking about your lips on mine.”

  Leaning down, I press my lips to hers and wonder what I did to get this lucky.

  37

  Natalie

  The next morning, I wake up early to get to the supermarket and back before anyone starts knocking on the door. Everywhere I look is a sea of black and gold Kings jerseys, t-shirts, and hats.

  Once I get home, I change to match everyone else. By the time I get the food together, I look like a real Philly Kings fan. I’m wearing black leggings, a gold Kings t-shirt with black lettering tied in a knot at my side, and my hair is in two braids.

  When the doorbell rings at 11:55 a.m., I could kick myself for not getting up even earlier.

  Cooper comes flying down the stairs and surprises me by beating me to the front door. As I’m walking over, I can hear Annabelle introducing the two of them. I’m scrambling to get an assortment of munchies onto the kitchen table and into the family room when they all walk into the kitchen.

  One of the things I have always taken very seriously is the food we eat when we’re stuck watching one of Dad’s games on TV instead of in person. We’ve got chips with sour cream and onion dip, cheese and crackers, spinach dip and pumpernickel bread, pepperoni bread, BBQ wings, and a bowl of cheese puffs because Annabelle may have mentioned that they are Tommy’s favorite.

  I’m ready to feed a small army or a few big football players.

  Cooper guides Annabelle and Tommy into the kitchen. Clearing her throat, Annabelle looks at Tommy. “What do you want to say to Natalie, Tommy.”

  Tommy looks adorable. He has on his own gold Kings jersey, a black and gold Kings hat, and is holding a stuffed dinosaur with a mini Kings jersey of its own.

  “Thank you for letting us watch the game at your house, Natalie.” Tommy is looking everywhere but at me. Once he sees the big screen tv mounted over the family room's fireplace, he looks over at Cooper. “We need to put on the pregame show now if we don’t want to miss anything.”

  Yup. He’s got my vote for the number one fan.

  I wonder if my dad could get the whole team to sign a jersey for Tommy.

  “Yup. You’re right, Tommy. We don’t want to miss anything. Wanna come with me?” Cooper holds out his hand.

  Tommy nods his head but doesn’t take his hand. He squeezes his dinosaur tightly to his chest and walks in front of Cooper into the family room, plunks himself down on the center of the couch, and places his dinosaur in his lap.

  Annabelle follows me over to the island, where I still have a ton of food spread out. “Thank you so much for doing this. Tommy hasn’t stopped talking about you since yesterday. I don’t know what he is more excited about, watching the game with people who like football or with the pretty girl that invited him.”

  She looks different than what I am used to. Today she is in a short, pale pink corduroy skirt, showing off her long legs, a black Kings t-shirt with the logo swapped out for glittery pink instead of iridescent gold, and black Doc Marten boots. Her dirty blonde hair is down and curlier than I’ve seen it before, hiding part of large tote bag that hangs on her shoulder.

  “Annabelle, that is too sweet. Don’t thank me yet. You haven’t met the rest of our crazy crew. You might want to let Tommy know that he shouldn’t repeat anything he hears today when he’s in school.”

  She starts pulling snacks out of her bag, followed by Tommy’s iPad and headphones. When she gets to the bottom of the bag, she grabs her cell phone and places it in her pocket before she starts to put everything but the food back in there.

  When she looks up, she sees the look of astonishment on my face. “You have no idea how much I have to travel with just in case Tommy needs it or has a meltdown. Most women carry cute handbags, I bring my Mary Poppins bag. I’ve got it all in this sucker.”

  Laughing, the two of us finish up in the kitchen as the side door opens, and Murphy walks in. I see him kick his sneakers off in the mudroom like he’s done it a thousand times. He’s wearing his always present green ball cap backward on his ginger head, and a black Kings hoodie with a pair of cargo shorts.

  “Well, hello there. And who do we have here?” Oh no. Murphy is looking at Annabelle like she’s a juicy steak that he just grilled to perfection, and now he wants to savor her.

  “Murphy, this is Annabelle, my dance teacher. Her little brother, Tommy, is in the other room with Cooper. They’re watching the pregame. Annabelle, this is our friend Aiden Murphy.”

  “Nice to meet you, Annabelle. Need me to carry anything in for you, Nat?”

  “Nope. I’m good, Murph. Thanks.”

  Murphy winks at us and heads to the other room.

  Annabelle fidgets nervously. “Natalie, do your friends know about Tommy?”

  “I hope it’s okay, but I did let them know that I have a very special friend coming over today and that he has autism.”

  “It’s better than okay.” She surprises me by reaching out and hugging me. When Annabelle pulls away, she has unshed tears in her eyes. “That’s perfect. I think it helps people accept Tommy’s quirks a little bit if they know what to expect. He knows when people are uncomfortable around him. I can tell by the way he acts. I’m sorry to get so emotional. It’s just hard sometimes.”

  “We’ve all got our quirks. Trust me. Murphy is the king of quirks. I give him ten minutes before he’s hitting on you. But, trust me when I tell you that my friends are going to love Tommy. They’re a great group of guys. I hope he has a good time today.”

  The side door opens again, and I can hear Chloe’s laughter echoing down the hall.

  Brady walks, and my body warms. God, this guy looks good in a pair of old jeans. His white t-shirt is stretched tightly across his chest and arms. He’s my living breathing, Captain America fantasy come to life. He wraps his arm around my back, kisses my head, and whispers, “Hi.” Then he turns to Annabelle, saying, “Hi Annabelle. It’s good to see you again.”

  “You too, Brady. And this must be the infamous Chloe. I’ve heard so much about you.”

  Chloe shoots me an evil glare. “All good, I hope.”

  “Only good. I don’t think that I’ve heard Natalie say anything bad about anyone yet.”

  “That will probably change today. One of these guys will get on my ne
rves.”

  Chloe laughs. “My bet’s on Murphy.”

  “I heard that, Chloe,” Murphy bellows from the couch.

  Shaking my head, I motion toward the couches. “Why don’t you guys head in. I’m just going to clean up in here first. Annabelle, when does Tommy want the pizzas? Half time? I bought pizza dough balls and all the fixings at the grocery store this morning.”

  Murphy turns to face us from his spot next to Tommy on the couch. “Me and Tommy are going to take care of the pizzas at half time. Can’t have you burning them, Little Sinclair.” The fucker laughs.

  I shoot him what I want to be a nasty look, but he just laughs harder.

  And I rest my case.

  The entire afternoon goes by in a blur of laughter, sarcasm, touchdowns, and food. I’m cleaning up the counters after the pizzas when I feel Brady walking into the kitchen. I’ve got my back to him when I feel his hands go to my hips. My neck automatically bends to the side, granting his mouth access to that sweet spot.

  “I’ve been trying to behave all day but being next to you and trying not to touch you is fucking killing me,” he whispers in my ear. “Your brother is going to have to get used to this because I’m not going anywhere.” Spinning me around, he lifts me so that I’m sitting on the counter.

  My head is at his height, and I lean in for the kiss I’ve been dying for all afternoon. Wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, I drag him closer. “A girl could get used to this, QB.”

  “Yeah, well, her brother can’t.” Cooper walks into the kitchen and grabs another bag of chips. “Get your tongue off my sister, dude. Keep that shit to yourselves.”

  Brady’s hands go back to my hips as he helps me off the counter. We are both laughing soundlessly as screams of “Touchdown” are heard coming from the family room.

  Rejoining the party, Brady sits back down, pulls me onto his lap, and we enjoy the rest of the game.

  After the Kings pull off a surprising victory, winning the game by two points, the guys take Tommy into the back yard to throw a football around, leaving Chloe, Annabelle, and I to finish cleaning up and start grilling me.