All In (The Kings of Kroydon Hills, #1)

by Bella Matthews

“Have fun, Cooper. Don’t forget, babies grow up in eighteen years, but herpes lasts forever!”

It’s beautiful and romantic. I think I’m about to get kissed.

I know with absolute certainty I’m never going to be able to let her go.

“I’ve got him, QB. Go change your shirt before your girl comes back downstairs. It’s got blood on it, and she doesn’t need to see that shit anymore tonight.” Murphy gawks at Bash like he sprouted another head. “His girl?” Bash opens the door but turns his head back. “Yeah. His girl. Pay attention, Murph.” Then he walks outside. “What the hell is he talking about, man?” Murph’s question is directed at me, but I’m already halfway up the stairs and don’t bother answering. Bash is right. That girl is mine, and I’m a fucking idiot for not realizing it sooner.

“Yes, she’s tall, and she’s pretty. But I have a newfound need for someone who’s short and gorgeous. Someone who looks like a pixie. Someone whose brother I was planning on talking to tonight before all hell broke loose. I need to talk to him so he doesn’t kill me when I kiss his sister.”

If I lick it, is it mine?

“Because I don’t plan on hiding how I feel about you for anyone’s sake. Not once you realize you’re already mine. And make no mistake, sweetheart. You’re mine.”

That’s when it clicks. At that moment, with my name on her back, I decide she’s going to be the girl who wears my jersey for the rest of her life.

By the time I finally see the guys heading in our direction, my nerves are shot. I expected to see Brady smiling and laughing like Murphy, Bash, and Cooper. I wasn’t expecting Serious Brady, but the look on his face is almost scary. He walks toward us like a man on a mission.

“Tell me, Natalie. Tell me now.” “Tell you what?” I ask nervously. “Why are you wearing my jersey?” he growls. Shocked and more than a little turned-on, I stare up at him. “Should I not have worn it?” “No, sweetheart. I fucking love seeing my name on you. But I need to know why. I need to know what it means.” “You told me I had to let you know when I was ready for more, Brady. This is me telling you I’m ready for everything.” He’s on me instantly. This isn’t a sweet kiss. This is a claiming. His hands are on my ass, and his tongue is in my mouth.

“Natalie, I want to be your first everything. I’m pretty fucking sure I want to be your only everything.”

I want to worship this girl. Protect her. Possess her. I want to give her everything.

I know it’s too early to be in love, Brady, and just uttering that word probably scares you, but I feel like my soul knows yours. It recognizes you.

“I want to give you everything, Nat. Today, tomorrow, next year. I want to give you the world, sweetheart.”

“Mine, Nattie. God, you’re all fucking mine.” Thrust. “Mine to fuck.” Thrust. “Mine to protect.” Thrust. “Mine to love.”

This girl is it for me. She’s everything. She’s the endgame. And I’m all in.

One day, I’m going to marry this girl and give her my name.