Beyond the Game (Out of Reach, #2)

by Kaylee Ryan

The truth is, if Paisley were mine, I’d never hide her away. I’d scream it from the fucking rooftops that she was my girl.

The old man chuckles and runs his hands over his graying beard. “I’m sure you are, but I’ve watched that girl grow up. She’s no relation, but she feels like family.

“Do you make it a habit of kissing strangers like that?” “Like what?” I ask, feigning innocence when we both know that it’s complete bullshit. “Like he’s your air.” I pull away so I can get a good look at him. “I wasn’t,” I defend. “Paisley,” he says in his dad voice. “I’ve watched that replay more times than I care to admit. I know what I saw.”

“I do want to be your friend. But, Paisley, it’s more than that. I want to be your everything.”

I reach out and take Paisley’s hands in mine. “I fell hard for you that day. You were unlike any woman I’d ever met. You were cool as hell to hang out with, and you loved the game that has meant so much to me in my life. You more than loved it. You understood it. You weren’t there to land a player. You were there for your love of the sport.”

“I’m not changing my mind.” He turns to face me. “Every minute that I spend with you, I fall harder.

I’m just about asleep when his lips press to the top of my head. “I’m gone for you, Paisley.”

“I’m in love with you, Paisley. I meant every word I said to him. I know I don’t deserve you, but I’ll do my best to be a better man every day. A better man for you.” “You’re perfect for me.” “No one will ever love you the way that I do,” he says softly.

“I love you too.” I do. I love him. I know our relationship has been a whirlwind, but I feel it in my soul that Cameron is my other half.

I fuse my lips to hers. I kiss her like she’s the air that I breathe. Like if I don’t kiss her this very second, I might not make it. The truth is, I might not. I need her.

“You’re it for me. This is my last first time,” I tell her. She swallows hard. “That’s… a big claim.” “The biggest,” I confirm.

Her smile is wide, and her breasts shake with her laughter. “I can’t believe she’s mine.” Easton reaches over and pats me on the shoulder, and I turn to look at him, and he’s grinning. “I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I ask him.