Page 63 of Shadows of Timber Creek

“Yes, what?” I slide in a little further.

“I’m yours,” she moans.

I thrust forward, shoving her up the table as I bury myself inside her. She screams, a painful yelp that has me freezing.

“Tilly,” I grit out.

Her legs catch around me. “I’m fine,” she croaks.

I keep still, the ache growing as I tilt her chin to me. “Breathe.”

She bites her lip, her legs tightening around me. “You're just…...big,” she whispers.

I go to slide out of her, I don’t want to hurt her, but she clenches my waist with her legs. “Don’t even think about it.” Her eyes narrow. “I just want to be treated like any other girl.”

My thumb traces her jaw with reverence as I peer down at her pretty face. “But you’re not just any other girl, Rosie. You're my girl.”

“Then act like it,” she challenges.

“You want this right here? Like this?” I ask.

“I want you, Greyson. I don’t need a fluffy bed and half ass effort.” She uses her heels to press my hips deeper.

“You know I don’t do anything half ass.” I smirk right as my lips drop, meeting hers.

I pull back a fraction, just to slide back in. The realization that I will be the last man that will ever have her this way has me slamming into her on the next thrust. I hover over her body as I pump into her. Long, hard strokes as she begins to relax and dig her fingernails into my skin. She meets my hips with urgency, her legs still locked the base of my spine. With a lift of my head, my eyes meet hers and I never look away. I stare into those blue irises. This wasn’t like any other hookup. This was deeper. This was years of hurt, regret, lust, and unresolved feelings, all wrapped into one moment. She was mine. She always had been.

Her lip’s part and I feel her tense. “Grey, I’m close...”

“Rosie….”

I lean down, flickering her nipple with my tongue, causing her to cry out louder as I pump into her one last time, shoving as deep as I can go as I release inside of her. The roar that erupted from my chest damn near rattled the windows. I shove my face in the crook of her neck, where I can inhale her sweet scent before dropping a kiss on her throat. Our bodies instantly relax, and her fingers run mindlessly through my hair as I rest my head on her chest. I could feel the beat of her heart, her erratic breaths, and the sticky sweat that coated her skin.

I lean up, bracing myself on my elbows above her. She carefully runs her thumb over the scar on my eyebrow and said five words that made every single day away, every single obstacle we had went through to get here, worth it.

“I love you, Greyson Roy.”

Chapter 39

Tilly

I said the words that have been dying to burst from my heart for the last seven years. He smiles, dropping his forehead to meet mine.

“I love you, baby. You have no idea how much I love you.”

He kisses my temple.

“I don’t think I ever apologized for that.” I point to his eyebrow. “Sorry.” I smirk.

“No, you’re not,” he muses.

In my defense, I had no idea he was on the other side of the door. The door to my bedroom. It was his own fault really. He shouldn’t have been eavesdropping like a creeper.

I let my arms thud against the table. I could barely move. I don’t think I’ve had an orgasm that intense…ever. And never more than one. Blaine wasn’t really the type to hand out anything. He took and that was just how it was. How I thought it was supposed to go.

Grey climbs off the table before offering me his hand.

“Come on.” He picks me up again and I let out a shriek as he hauls us both upstairs. Naked.

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