Page 67 of Scoring Grey

“But you said?—”

“I know what I said. I lied. You already thought I was laying it on thick. Telling you I couldn’t fuck anyone who wasn’t you felt like it might do more damage than good.”

The depth of my obsession is mine.

Her blue eyes hold mine, and she says one word. “You.”

“Me?” I question, my eyes searching hers for confirmation that I’m not hallucinating and that she is, in fact, admitting that I’m her last.

Her hand slides into my hair. “You are the last man I slept with.”

My mouth crashes to hers at the admission. The woman I love with everything that I am hasn’t been with anyone else but me. I was her first, and I damn sure will be her last. My tongue dives deep at the same time her heels dig in harder, and I fully seat myself inside my home. We both release euphoric moans, and I feel myself twitch inside of her. Fuck, I could come just like this.

I start slow, as promised. I need to in order to control my own desire, which has me on the verge of losing it right now. “You feel so fucking good.”

The more I talk, the wetter she gets, and I fucking love it. I push up on my arms to watch myself disappear inside of her and look up just in time to catch her doing the same.

“We forgot the condom.”

“What?” I slam in hard and deep, and she gasps. “I don’t need a condom. I’m clean, and in case you haven’t figured it out, you and I are happening. You’re mine. You don’t get to leave me again.”

“I meant for contraceptive.”

“Aren’t you on the pill?”

“I am, but I was on the pill when I got pregnant with Adler, too.”

I pull back and slam in again before dropping down to my elbows. “Still don’t need one. I want a little girl.”

She doesn’t object, and I take her lips in mine as I pick up my pace, taking her silence as acceptance. Her tits bounce as I pump into her at a piston’s pace, and her walls quickly start to clench. “Cal, slow down. I’m not ready to come again,” she breathlessly pants.

“Baby, I’m nowhere near done with you. You’re going to come for me now and again and again.”

Her hands find my chest, and she subtly pushes against me, and I slow. “I want you to come with me… please.” Her eyes search mine and I hear her request.

My hands cradle her face as I drop my forehead to hers. “You drive me crazy, Eloise Grey. I lose control when I’m inside of you.” I gently take her mouth and pump her in long, slow strokes. This woman is my forever. I want to cherish and savor every second she allows me to have her. Our eyes stay locked as my tip drags over the spot I know drives her crazy, and I know this moment will be short-lived. Her breathing is shallow, matching my own, as the sound of our arousal takes center stage, denoting our intimate reunion.

I hike her right leg up and pull it over my hip, driving in deeper, and she gasps.

“Don’t stop, Cal.”

Her words trigger an avalanche of unexpected emotions that all come crashing down at once as I give her what she asks. I have my girl, not just pieces of her, but all of her. She’s taking me bare, knowing the risks and allowing them all the same. Without words, she’s saying yes to the same future I want. I have everything I’ve ever wanted my whole life, love, completeness, and a family, but I also have fear, and as I find my release, the fear in my heart takes a jump of its own, and I give it to her.

“You can’t leave me. Fuck.” I drop my head into the crook of her neck. “You can’t leave me, not again.”

Her arms and legs wrap around me. “Baby, I’m sorry. There’s nothing else left to tell. You have everything. Every piece I’ve held inside for all these years, you have them all. I promise I’m not going anywhere. Six years has felt like a lifetime. It’s always been you, Cal.”

“Swear it.” I kiss her neck as her words feel like a lifeline to the SOS that has been scarred into my soul for a lifetime. “Swear this is it. Me and you.”

“I swear. I want to spend the rest of my days being yours.”

Those are the last words we said before we wordlessly got tangled up and lost finding our way back home.

19

CALLUM

“That was a blatant fucking cherry-pick! This isn’t fucking beer league,” Austin scolds when I take the puck and run it up the ice.

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