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“Damn,” he growls out, linking his finger through my right hand and lifting our joined hands above my head. “I will never wear a condom with you again.”

It’s my turn to smile, but I know what he means.

His pace quickens and his hold on my hand tightens, thrust for thrust I lift my hips to meet his and when I fall over the edge he does too.

Our rapid breaths mingling, our bodies sticky with perspiration, he lowers his completely covering mine.

There are no words, just the sounds of our breaths, as we both try our best to regain our composure.

37

Grayson Hawk

“I’m not nervous,” Skye assures me when walk up my father’s driveway. Tori snickers behind her and she throws a glare in her direction.

“No you aren’t nervous, you’re petrified,” Tori taunts. “Like you’re being led to a gruesome death.”

“Shut up.” Skye doesn’t try to deny her sister’s words, but her grip on my hand tightens.

“He’s gonna love you.” She glances over at me, worrying her lip. Lifting my free hand I place it beneath her chin and lift. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips Tori groans and makes gagging sounds but we ignore her. We are both so used to her comments and teasing that it doesn’t even penetrate the bubble we are in. “My dad is the most laid-back guy I know. He’s looking forward to meeting you both.”

“You should have warned him about Tori’s attitude.”

“I don’t have an attitude,” she scoffs and this time both Skye and I look at her like she’s got two heads. “Please you two are ridiculous. I’m pleasant, you’re the ones with the attitude. I’m a ray of flippin’ sunshine.” She moves past both of us and this time I chuckle.

“Sunshine my ass, more like a storm cloud,” I holler after her and what does my Tori do? She flips me off just as the front door comes open and there in the threshold stands my father.

“The birds are flying high today,” he says with a chuckle and Tori’s feet falter as she skids to a stop.

My father is not a small man. He’s six three, a little broader than me, and the permanent scowl he wears would make most think he’s an ass. But truth be told he wears his heart on his sleeve.

“No worries, kid.” He waves her forward. “Nine out of ten times I’m flipping him off when he turns his back too.”

“Hey.” I throw my free hand up in the air.

“Hey what, you could piss off a saint on a good day.”

Tori points to my dad but looks back at me. “Oh I like him,” she declares. “We’re gonna have a good time making fun of you.” Then she swivels back around, walks up to my dad and offers him a hug. “Hey Pops, you got any Cola?”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen my dad smile so big. “Loaded up the fridge with it, and grape Kool-Aid too.”

She lifts her hand to offer him a fist bump and he reciprocates before she moves into his house like she’s been there a hundred times.

“I warned you,” I say to my father while leading Skye toward the steps.

“You did.” He nods still smiling. “But I have to say you didn’t warn me about the beauty of this one.” He reaches out and pulls Skye from me dragging her to his side.

“I did too,” I declare. “I told you that the night she walked into Ruby’s she knocked the wind out of me. I told you that her beauty isn’t only on the outside, she gorgeous through and through.” Skye tucks her chin toward her chest and I see the redness settling in her cheeks.

“Listen to him.” My father leans in closer to Skye. “Getting all mushy on us.” He gives her a side hug, then turns with her in his hold, leading her inside.

“I’ve been asking this knucklehead to bring you girls over for days,” he announces. “I threatened to show up at your place unannounced to introduce myself wearing pajamas and that got his attention.”

“I think that would have been cool.” Tori is sitting at the table drinking a Cola and shuffling a deck of cards.

“If you saw his idea of pajamas you wouldn’t think so.”

“They can’t be that bad.” She shifts her gaze to my father and he shrugs.

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