Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Fuck. She’s so good at reading me. She sees where I’m looking, then pushes her mounds together. I gasp as my seed surges up my shaft, threatening to release, making it difficult to hold back. But I need to feel her…
“Come,” I growl, giving voice to my desire. “Come on my dick. Cover my hard dick with your come. I need to feel it.”
“You can come,” she moans, knowing why I’m saying it, her voice urgent.
“Not—before—Ahhh…”
Wave after wave of pleasure threatens to batter my resolve, eroding my control until I can’t take it anymore. I know she’s not finished yet, but something about me releasing seems to push her over the edge. Her hands fall away, her eyes snapping open widely.
“Oh—my—fuck—”
My entire body buzzes with heat, so much so I can hardly believe it’s real, that she’s real, that we’re together. This euphoria we’re sharing—it’s otherworldly. Her pussy tightens around my dick as her orgasm strikes her, driving me to pound into her with even more intensity as I spill my seed inside her.
I collapse atop her, opening my mouth for a kiss, but neither of us has the coordination for it when we’re gripped so tightly by pleasure. Instead, our mouths remain near each other. I taste her moans, her release, as she tastes mine.
Then I fall aside, immediately pulling her into an embrace. She eagerly rushes into the folds of my arms, pressing her face against my chest and making a trembling noise.
“That was perfect,” I say, kissing her forehead. “You’re perfect.”
“I can’t believe how… not scary that was.” She laughs, kissing my chest. “That was just heaven. But now…”
“There’s no but,” I tell her. “We’re going to find a way to be together: me and you, Callie. I promise I won’t control you. I won’t box you in. But if we’re going to make this work, we need to commit.”
She takes a breath. “I’m ready,” she murmurs. “I can’t keep running from this feeling. I can’t run from you. I tried to stay away for a freaking day, and even that was impossible. But what about Sloane? And what if …”
Things between us end goes unvoiced. And we hurt Emery.
“You can’t even say it.” I laugh lovingly, kissing her forehead again. “This has felt too natural and easy from the start. If I’d been honest with myself, I would’ve seen you and Emery together and known right away, Yep, that’s the woman for me. But I’ve been on my own for so long, cold and distant, I tried to fight it. We’re not going to hurt Emery because—”
“I’m going to be there for her,” Callie says firmly. “We’re not wrong about this feeling, are we? I can’t believe that we are. When I was reading those romance books, I always thought, How can somebody know so fast, so certainly? But now I get it.”
“Go on,” I whisper.
“There’s a magic to it,” she murmurs. “Trying to explain it just doesn’t work. It just… happens.”
I almost don’t say it. I almost let fear of the future hold me back. But it’s the truth. I’m done running. “I love you, Callie.”
She stiffens against me, pressing her hands into my sides, her breath warm against my chest. For a terrifying second, I don’t think she’s going to say it back.
When she does, her voice is filled with certainty. “I love you too, Gray.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Callie
Emery’s face lights up in the sweetest way when she sees me the next morning. She runs to me across the kitchen, her eyes brimming happily, her mouth open in a wide grin. I ignore the little niggling voice that tells me this could end in disaster. There’s too much warmth in me to believe it anymore. If I can’t trust this feeling, what can I trust?
“Callie,” she beams. “Oh, Callie.”
She throws herself into a hug. I wrap my arms around her body, holding her close.
“Can we make breakfast together, please?” she pleads.
“We sure can,” I tell her, moving around the kitchen bar with her hand in mine.
Wes stands at the entrance to the kitchen. For a moment, his expression is clouded with suspicion, just like it was at the ice cream parlor. But when Emery giggles and says, “You need a pan for eggs, Callie,” Wes’s face changes. It lights up almost like Emery’s. He smiles at me and nods as if to say, I was wrong about you. He doesn’t need to say anything else. I’m sure I’ve read that right.
“Emery, I’m going to talk to your daddy and then get going.”
“Oh, bye-bye, Uncle Wes!”
Emery and I busy ourselves in the kitchen. She insists we sit at the window overlooking the yard as we eat. My heart swells with love when she excitedly says, “It’s almost as pretty as you, C-A-L-L-I-E!”
After breakfast, I set her up with a book in the library. Gray joins me at the door. He doesn’t loop his arm around my waist, but I can sense him wanting to do that.