Page 18 of Vengeful Secret

“I need you,” I manage, looking up at him with what’s sure to be wanting eyes. “I need you so badly, Gray.”

“Aye,” he answers. “I need you, too,mo mhuirnín.”

The pet name makes my heart grow soft, but I try to ignore it, try to focus on his fingers pumping in and out of me.

He finally removes them, and I whine, but he chuckles and instantly guides himself inside of me.

“Don’t worry,a ghrá. I’ve got you.”

He presses into me, to the hilt before pausing, the veins on his neck popping out as he holds back.

I roll my hips into his, wanting more, wanting him to thrust deeper into me.

“Gray, Gray, Gray,” I chant as he starts to move only his hips, fucking me in slow, deep strokes that make me feel like my head is going to explode.

“That's it,a ghrá. Come for me.”

And that’s all it takes. I’m clenching around him, and it feels like it felt five years ago, it feels exactly like when I loved him, and tears spring to the backs of my eyes.

Gray groans, continuing to thrust, not letting up for a moment, and I’m on the verge of another orgasm, falling over the edge when he finally buries his face against my neck, spilling inside me.

I let my fingers play in the dark blond hair at the nape of his neck, testing its length, and Gray nuzzles against my neck, kissing me there before slowly pulling out of me, lowering me to the ground.,

I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. All I do know is that I don’t want to move. I don’t want to lose this feeling that I’ve got. This feeling like we’re back in time five years.

I don’t want to ever lose this bubble we’re in, right now. It’s always been like that with Gray. It’s like when we’re together, the rest of the world falls away. And I don’t want it coming back.

Gray opens his mouth to speak, and I kiss him passionately, sliding my tongue alongside his. Gray chuckles into my mouth, pulling away slightly.

“You’re going to have to give me just a few minutes,a ghrá,” he says against my lips, and I whine but smile, pulling away.

It’s Gray that speaks first, after that, and I wish he hadn’t. I wish we could have just stayed in comfortable silence, pressed up against each other.

“Sutton.”

I turn, hiding my face.

He grips my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I have to. I have a daughter waiting for me at my mom’s.”

“Is the father in the picture?” His voice is rough, and I want to tear away from him, but I don’t, looking straight into his eyes.

“No.” It isn’t a lie. Ciara’s father has never met her. He never will meet her if I have anything to say about it.

Gray’s face relaxes and he lets out a sigh of relief. “Then why can’t we start over,mo mhuirnín? Why can’t we have what we had back then? Things will be different, Sutton, I promise.”

I look into his eyes, looking for signs that he’s not being sincere, but he seems to be earnest, his words sweet and soft and true.

“You still want me? After all this time.”

“Every day,” he whispers. “I want you every day, Sutton.”

My heart aches.

I do want him. I can’t deny that. I can’t even deny that I still have feelings for him. I do. I still love him just as much as I did all those years ago, before Ciara was born, before my life changed.

But my life did change. I have a child now. A child I have to keep safe. Keep away from him. She’s the whole reason I’ve turned my life around, the reason I lost that young, free girl that I was back when I was with Gray.

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