Page 42 of Players and Pages
“Let me make something very fucking clear to you, peach. I chose you the moment I saw you, not even scented you. That day I took in those pouty lips, that shock of red curls, the creamy expanse of your skin, and those fantastic tits. Your body is everything I’ve dreamt of. All I need and all I’ll ever want.”
“Cy,” Jackson said gently, but I think I needed to hear his truth.
“No, let her hear this so it sinks past those walls she’s putting up,” he argued before looking back at me. “Every second I spend around you is a lesson in self-control. All I can imagine is laying you out between us and claiming you as mine. My alpha is on edge, but more than that, I'mobsessed, peach.”
Jackson, catching on, spun me his way next. “You’re the complete package, sweets. Those smarts, that ass,” he flashed his dimples before continuing. “Everything about you calls to us in a way no other omega or beta could compare. You are ours. Everyone else and their bullshit opinions, don’t matter.”
“The moment you give the word, you’ll wear my bite, hold my claim,” Griff said, his dark blue eyes locking on me. They weren’t soft and warm now, but molten with heat.
I did that. Me.
Their words wrapped around my walls, dissolving the barrier between us, until all I could feel was their confidence in me, their need.
“Get out of here, take care of our girl,” Bea cut through. “Before your pheromones drown us all.”
“Thanks,” I managed before they were sweeping me out of the door and into the morning sunshine.
Etta and her pack were already working, cleaning up the mess that was left behind. She beamed when she saw me.
“That’s right, girl. Let that pack carry you now. I promise, the fall is worth it.” Her dreamy smile turned to her pack before looking back at me. “We’ve got this.”
“Thank you,” I said before my pack was sweeping me off.
“Now you’re ours. All day, peach,” Cy cheered.
“Where are we going? What about camp?”
“We called in to the camp coach and ours to let them know something happened and we had to stick around. They’re even putting a statement out on the socials on our behalf about no tolerance for bullying,” Jackson said, looking determined. I hadno doubt all of that was his work. He was the more reserved of the three, but no less protective.
I didn’t know if it would stop this, but I sure as hell hoped it would help.
Though, I hated the idea of them stopping their lives for this. That just let the bullies win. We were all grown ass adults, even if some didn’t act like it. I refused to bow down or change my life for that idiocy.
"No, I want you to go to the camp and practice. I'll just go with you and watch you work," I told them. Those kids didn't do this to me and I hated the idea of letting them down.
My guys sighed before Griff spoke up, running a hand through his dark hair as he considered it. "Fine, but you will not be out of our sight and if you see anyone taking your picture at all, you call for us."
"Deal. I just need to stop by my house and change into some shorts and tennis shoes," I told them. My work attire clearly wasn’t right for the ballfields. Nor were these wedges.
Jackson held out a hand for me. His dimpled smile was back and I all but melted for him.
"Let's go."
Once we were in the guys’ SUV, Cy turned to me from his seat behind the wheel. The way he was serious had me squirming under his gaze.
"There’s nothing else you have to tell us about, is there?"
"I don't think so," I answered honestly. “And I wasn’t trying to keep secrets. It just seemed so petty and inconsequential, then kind of spiraled out of control.”
Cy held me captive in those warm brown eyes, his scent swelling around me as his alpha called to me, imploring me silently to trust in them and our pack.
I barely breathed as he locked me in place. In return I tried to convey that I was trying, that this was hard for me, I’d been let down before.
Finally, he gave me a gentle smile. One that reassured me we’d be fine. Then he was turning to his teammate.
"Griff, let the coaches know we’re going to be there today, please."
There was a grunt from the backseat but I heard him dialing numbers. He was already onto the second call when we arrived at my house.
