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I blink at him. “What?”

“You’re going out with me and the team, Sutton.”

“I am? I mean, are you sure?”

“Fuck, yeah, I’m sure. I’m not going without you. And since I need to show up, you’re going.” He cups my cheek, scanning my expression. “Do you not want to go?”

“No. I mean, it’s not that,” I explain when his brows immediately pull down. “I just…never mind.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s probably stupid.”

“Nothing you say is stupid. Tell me.”

“I guess I’ve just been worried that maybe you weren’t ready to introduce me to everyone yet because you still feel a certain type of way about being with me.” I shrug, glancing down. “It’s not a big deal. I’m willing to wait until you’re ready. We’re still new. This is new.”

“I’m not ashamed of you, Sutton. I don’t regret a goddamn thing about being with you. And I’m damn sure not going to hide you,” he says, his voice an intense rumble. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my heart pulsing the same way it always does when he says I’m his.

He tips my head back, his steely eyes locked on mine. “We’ve hidden for too long already, princess, and look where it led. I’m not going to fuck up like that again. I’m done pretending I don’t feel the way I do. I was done with that shit a long time ago.”

My heart leaps into my throat, pounding like a war hammer. I shouldn’t ask. I know I shouldn’t, but… “H-How do you feel about me?”

He stares at me for a long moment, his expression somber, before he tips his head forward, pressing his lips to my ear. “Ask me that question again when I’m inside you tonight. I’ll tell you exactly what you want to know, but not until you’re wrapped around me where you belong.”

I groan softly, my core clenching.

He presses his lips to my throat and then steps back. “Wait with Emilia and Peyton, baby. I’ll come get you as soon as I’m finished.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

He starts to walk away, stops, and turns back to me. He doesn’t say anything, though. He just stares for the longest time. And then his lips curve into a grin before he shakes his head.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles as he walks away, taking my whole heart with him.

Chapter Ten

Jordan

Sutton fits in with my teammates like she belongs, but if Diego doesn’t stop grinning at her from across the table, he’s going to be missing teeth before the end of the night.

“You want her fucking autograph or something?” I growl at him, throwing my arm across Sutton’s shoulder to haul her closer to me. “It’ll last longer than that goofy-ass grin on your face, motherfucker.”

A loud laugh rumbles from his lips before he leans back, his fingers wrapped around his beer bottle. His brown eyes meet mine, dancing with amusement. “So, you’re finally out of the Sahara and still irritable as hell, huh? Fucking figures with your big ass.”

Sutton shoots a curious glance my way, her brows furrowed. “The Sahara? When did you go to Africa?”

Diego chokes on his beer, laughing his ass off.

I shoot him a dirty glare. I swear to God, I hope he falls in love someday, and the girl tells him to get lost. “I wasn’t in Africa. He’s just an idiot.”

“Yeah, it’s not that kind of desert,” he adds…un-fucking-helpfully.

“Not that kind of desert?” Sutton looks between the two of us, clearly lost.

I growl a curse, lowering my voice so it doesn’t carry to the rest of my nosy-ass teammates. “He’s talking about fucking, princess.”

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