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Her panties barely cover her ass. Just the very top is covered in little red ruffles.
And her tiny t-shirt isn’t blank.
No. That Revolution shirt is mine.
With my name and number on it.
She’s wearing my name.
“Holy shit, brother. I think you just got claimed.” Ares fucking laughs next to me.
And I’ll be damned. I think he’s right.
She might not want to go to one of my games, but that girl just told the whole fucking world she’s mine.
I stand up, and Ares grabs my arm. “Where are you going?”
“To go get what’s mine,” I tell him, then stop in front of Declan Sinclair. “I’m in love with your daughter, sir.”
Declan looks at me like I’m out of my fucking mind, and I might be.
“You look like you’re ten years younger than me, Cross. Don’t fucking call mesir. But go back there and tell my goddamned daughters to put on some clothes before I stroke out. And be at the game tomorrow and at my house afterward for dinner.”
Annabelle smiles and lays her head on her husband’s shoulder, like I just made her happy, which is good. Because Everly’s probably going to kill me for this.
EVERLY
Carys and Chloe pop champagne backstage as we all celebrate a successful show. Everything went the way we planned, and it feels so good. Gracie throws her arms around me.
“I’m so proud of you, sissy.” She squeezes so tightly I can barely breathe. “You helped do this. We’re wearing your designs. You did it.”
“I know. I can’t even believe it,” I tell her, still amazed I actually designed some of tonight’s show.
“It’s time, Everly. You need to do this for yourself. You’ve got your first line already done. You know you do. You’ve been working on it since your senior year.” Gracie grabs Lindy, Kenzie, and Brynlee, and we all stand in the same circle we’ve been making since we played soccer together as little girls. “We’ve talked about it, and if you really don’t want to use your trust fund, we’ll all back you.”
My heart skips a beat, and I stare at my friends on the verge of tears. “I love you guys. And you’re right. It’s time to do this for myself. I appreciate you offering to back me, but I’ve got the trust, and I need to do this on my own.”
“Can I work for you?” Lindy smiles over tears. “I’ll do your marketing.”
“Oh my goodness, Lindy. You’re crazy. But I love you.” I hug her and laugh.
“You think I’m kidding?—”
“Oh shit,” Brynn interrupts her, and I turn around just in time to see Cross walk into the room, looking like a man on a mission. Easton isn’t far behind, but I only have eyes for my big guy. Which is good because before I take my next breath, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and smacks my ass so hard I might actually come, hanging off him like this.
“Put me down, Cross. You have a concussion.”
He smacks my ass again, and there’s no way I don’t have a bright-red handprint on my ass to match my bright-red panties. “A concussion, babe. I’m not dead. Now, where’s a room with a lock on the damn door?” he growls, and I point him to the bathroom the models were using earlier.
“Oh my God, Cross.” I laugh as his hand caresses my bare asscheek, and kicks the door shut behind me before he tries to figure out how to lock it. Once he’s satisfied, he walks us into the room and sits me down on the vanity. “Fucking hell, Everly... You’re wearing my name on your back.”
“I am,” I whisper back and stare blindly into his burning eyes, the look so unfamiliar and yet entirely intoxicating. “Are you upset?”
“No, baby.” Cross runs his hands up my thighs, and his fingers dig in to the globes of my ass. “Why would I be mad at my woman wearing my name and number? Christ, Everly, I want to fuck you so bad.”
His words do the most magically dirty things to my entire body. I wrap my legs around his waist and grab his belt. “So do it, Cross.”
There’s a heavy knock at the door. “Some of us have to actually use the bathroom, Everly.”
