Page 66 of Falling for Grace

Now his pace is speeding.

His own control is beginning to slip.

Soon he’s thrusting into me, and I gasp as his momentum quickens. The bite of pain is there, but the pleasure overwhelms it, overwhelms me as I continue to climb. Our bodies are sweaty, our breaths and moans fill the room, and soon I am crying out his name as I plunge over the cliff.

My mind goes blank, and my muscles clench around him, gripping him tightly. Brandon follows, shouting his release. I can barely see straight as my body spasms on the comedown.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his arm giving way as he collapses onto me. His glorious weight pushes me into the soft mattress, but I don’t move him. I can feel his breath hitting my neck, his heart beating against my chest. Neither of us move, neither of us says anything. We just lie holding each other, utterly exhausted.

We fell asleep. I’m not even sure how that was possible, but we must have. I don’t remember moving but Brandon is now behind me. I’m curled into his side with a blanket roughly thrown over us. His arm is under my head and I have full-on dribbled on him.

We are both still naked and the room’s chilliness causes goose bumps to rise on my skin. I don’t want to wake him, but I really want to continue this snuggle under the covers, where it’s comfy and warm.

“Brandon.” I sit up and shake his shoulder slightly and he just nestles into me, kissing my neck.

“Go to sleep, Gracie,” he mutters.

“I’m cold,” I whisper.

He pulls me into him and throws his leg over mine. “I’ll be your hot water bottle.”

I don’t put up a fight at all. I snuggle closer into his warm chest. His arms wrap around my shoulders.

“Are you awake?” I ask, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Trying not to be.” Sleep fills his voice and I peek up. His eyes stay closed.

“Sorry, I’ll let you sleep.”

He kisses the top of my head. “Come on, let’s get you under the covers. Your feet are like little popsicles.” He sits up and pulls down the covers and watches me crawl into the bed and snuggle into the soft pillows.

“Are you not joining me?” I ask, frowning as he just stands and stares, a strange expression on his face.

“Yeah… Yes.”

“What are you thinking?” I ask.

“That I can’t quite believe Danny has really gone and that sitting here with you feels like some sort of dream.”

I smile a sad smile. “I know.”

“Come here,” he says, joining me under the covers and lifting his arm by way of invitation. I move close, resting my head on his warm chest, the drumming of his heart soothing me.

“I missed you,” I admit as his hand draws circles over my shoulder. “Can I ask you something?” I glance up and look at Brandon’s beautiful profile, his chiselled jawline with stubble peppering it, creating a glorious view that I really had to stop my hand from reaching out to touch it. “Ava.”

“She’s gone back to LA.” He interrupts not letting me finish my question. “Ava and I, it’s complicated.” He shifts and I pull back from his chest, instead resting my head on my pillow turning my body to him. He reflects my position, and we take a moment to get comfortable. My body temperature rising as I start to wonder all the things he may say about Ava. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and tucks his arm back under the pillow, his bicep folding making the muscles look even larger.

“Sometimes, in Hollywood, all the relationships you see peppered over the headlines, they are built on nothing other than convenience. Don’t get me wrong, Ava is great, beautiful, funny, she knows loss like mine.” Jealousy makes my tongue feel bitter, but she is his girlfriend and guilt churns in my stomach, but I don’t look away. “It’s an arrangement Grace. Nothing more than an agreement for both parties to help make headlines.” I stare at him, no staring is probably the wrong description, gawp. My mouth is open as I process what he has just said. “Wait, Wh-What?”

“I had The Dark Alliance coming out, she was trying to get a big deal with Prada. So, our Agents thought there was a benefit to both parties if we came together.”

I sit up, placing my weight on my hand, leaning back and looking down at him, my hair falling onto my shoulders. “The whole thing was fake?”

“Ish…”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Hang on, why are you getting pissed off with me?”

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