“Gray.” I whimper. I’m close to an orgasm. It’s right there. I’m on the edge. He is a sight to behold between my golden thighs. The way he watches me as he eats is erotic.

He keeps up the tempo, his tongue on my pussy, bringing my orgasm to its climax and making my inner walls pulse. “Oh God.”

When he stops, he crawls up my body, drags one of my knees up to his hip and enters me.

“Oh yes.” I gasp and cling to him. He rolls his hips, digging in deeper with every stroke.

“Fuck, Rica. You feel so…” He grunts and groans, pistoning his hips.

I’m already so sensitive. Every stroke, every slow grind of his hips feels so good. And the way he shortens my name, making it more affectionate… It’s not long before another orgasm is taking over my nerve endings and tunnelling my vision.

“Christ. Your pussy is so fucking greedy,” Gray whispers. His damp forehead lowers to mine as his own release triggers. “I’m going to fill you so fucking full, you dirty little flirt.”

I cry out at the heated sensation of his cum filling me right before he collapses on top of me. Shit. We didn’t use a condom. Luckily I’m on the pill, and it’s Gray so it’ll be fine.

“You…” His lips trail over my neck before he rolls to the side. “You are something else, Rica.”

Oh my God! I just had sex with Gray. My entire body is blissed out. My chest is buoyant and giddy. “That was…”

All of my wishes come true. Well, almost all of them.

He wraps his arm around my neck and pulls the sheet over us before I can ask if one of us should move to another bed. It’s comfortable being hugged, pressed to his side, and the mattress is soft and so inviting. And EJ isn’t back yet, so what’s the harm in a little after-sex snuggling? In pretending that this could be us from here on out.

Gray’s breathing smooths out, the warmth of it stirs the little hairs at my nape as my eyelids flutter shut.

Chapter Five

Gray

I love the way Indy feels spooned in my arms. Her body is hot from being cuddled up against mine. The curve of her hip is under my palm. The soft shift every time she takes a breath and exhales is so peaceful. Both her feet are pressed to my shin.

Brr.

My lips curve up against her shoulder. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life like this. Loving her will never get old. We’ll fight for our future, and everything will be fine.

Brr.

I press my lips to the warm skin of her shoulder as I languidly move my hand from her hip to her belly. She moans as my fingers caress lower and lower. I don’t want to wake her up. She needs her rest, especially after last night.

“No wonder you’re not answering your phone.” EJ’s voice so close to my ear, as low as it is, snaps me out of that one moment of the day when my life has not gone to complete shit. “America? Seriously?”

I open my eyes faster than I’ve ever opened them in my life. I wasn’t completely dreaming about the woman in my arms. My hand is on the lower part of her belly, but it’s not Indy’s familiar soap that I smell. And it’s not her coppery locks or pale skin that I see. Because I will never see those things again.

She sleeps next to him now. That asshole who stole her away from me. He’s the one whose heart gets to hold her. He’s the one who cared for her while she recovered from surgery.

It was supposed to be me.

My chest aches so much that I can barely breathe. The heat of my anger is like chronic heartburn. Acidic and bitter. My jaw clenches so tightly, the bone would probably snap under the slightest pressure.

The girl in my arms sighs in her sleep and it all comes flooding back in. Running into America. Being so awkward we could barely converse. Making fun of EJ and her friend’s inability to keep their hands to themselves. Coming back to the hotel. The swimming pool. Her taste on my tongue. “Fuck.”

“Fuck is right,” EJ says, still talking low enough that it shouldn’t wake her. “I know you’re angry and hurting, but that’s Indy’s best friend. What were you thinking?”

I was thinking… fuck. I wasn’t thinking.

I extricate my tangled limbs from America and the sheet as slowly and carefully as I can. She doesn’t need to wake up to EJ hovering next to the bed. I grab my boxers from the floor and then discard them since they’re still wet from our swim.

Snagging my jeans I put them on instead while EJ waits with folded arms and a stern expression that is eerily similar to his dad’s. I’m not going to tell him that right now though.