Page 57 of (Un)Rivaled

“No,” she moaned, lifting her hips a little more brazenly. “It’s perfect.”

With that, she slammed back down, finding her own pace. It was exquisite, watching my wife work my cock like it was made for her. And maybe it was, because nothing had ever felt this good before.

Thiswas heaven. I would gladly die right here and now, with my wife’s pussy clenching me like she never wanted me to let go.

As she rocked against me, Devyn’s eyes darted down to where we were joined, watching as I claimed this last piece of her. I wanted to collect them all and hoard them away from the rest of the world. Because no matter what happened next, Devyn Winters owned every piece of my soul, and I wanted to own hers in return.

“Gray,” she cried. “I’m so close.”

“Tell me what you need, baby. Tell me what you need to get you there.”

“Rub my clit.”

I eagerly complied, circling her bundle of nerves with my thumb. A few strokes, and I could feel her explode around my cock, her nails digging into my shoulders. The little bite of pain was enough to throw me over the edge, finding my release along with her. We both stared at each other as we crossed over the line.

As our breathing slowed, we kept eye contact, neither of us willing to look away first. It was like we knew this changedeverythingbetween us. It was a knot at the end of the strings that bound us together, a promise we’d never drift apart again.

A promise I would rather die than break.

As the sunfiltered into my bedroom the next morning, I reluctantly opened my eyes. The first thing I did was check the space next to me. It would have stung, but I wouldn't have been surprised if Devyn snuck out in the middle of the night. Last night was intense for both of us.

But there she was, curled up on her side, the same content smile resting on her lips. Her hair was mused from sleep, her lips bruised from our rounds last night, but she was still the most beautiful woman in the world. I brushed the hair away from her face, secretly wishing I could start every morning this way.

She nuzzled into the pillows, stretching her arms over her head. It was just enough to give a glimpse of the word marked on her rib cage. The delicate script unleashed something inside me, knowing she’d gotten a permanentreminder of us. While my skin was inked with our story, I never expected her to do something similar, not after what I’d done. And while Devyn seemed like she’d forgiven me, I’d yet to forgive myself—I didn’t know if I ever could.

But I’d happily spend the rest of my days making it up to her.

Devyn twisted in the sheets, letting out an annoyed little huff. She slowly opened one of her eyes. “God, if you’re a morning person, this is never going to work between us. Might as well leave now.”

“Says the woman who used to live at her office,” I teased, pulling her closer so her back was against my front. My legs curled around her, and she squirmed, her ass rubbing against my dick. “Baby, if you keep moving like that, we’re not going to be getting out of this bed anytime soon.”

She smirked at me over her shoulder. “Oh no, what a shame that would be.”

THIRTY

“Oh my God,” Calla sighed as she walked to the back windows. “I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me. Do you know what I would give to see these views every morning?”

I chuckled from the kitchen, watching as my sister continued to explore every inch of Gray’s house. It was his turn to host the weekly poker game with his friends, and I’d offered to help him set up. He usually had everyone meet up at the restaurant, but this time, I offered to host instead.

He looked at me like I’d lost my mind, and maybe he was right. I wasn’t the hosting kind, never having more than a jar of olives and bottles of vodka in my fridge. But after the past week of domesticity, I thought it’d be fun to try something else out of my routine.

“What the hell?” Calla shrieked from my room. “Have you seen this shower? Please, please, please, tell me you’ve experienced those jets.” She groaned as she walked back into the main living space. “When I’m huge, I’m commandeering that bathtub.”

“Making yourself right at home?” I asked, arching abrow at her. She settled at the kitchen island, propping her head up with her hand. As Calla stared at me, I furrowed my brow. “What’s that look for?”

“I’m liking this version of you, Dev. All domesticated.” I sneered at the word. “Okay, poor word choice. But you look happy, more than you were in the city.”

I couldn’t even try to deny it. Iwashappier. I felt like a different version of myself, one who wasn’t weighed down by everyone else’s expectations. Without the constant pressure of trying to prove myself, I could finally breathe, letting my walls and defenses drop.

And then, there was Gray. Over the past week, we’d created our own little routine, like a real married couple. It was weird how easily we sank into our roles. We woke up together then made breakfast before Gray planned to go to work. He hadn’t made it on time once this week, all because our stolen kisses and touches turned into him bending me over the kitchen island more than once.

When we came down from our high, he’d head down to the restaurant, and I’d stay here with Elsa keeping me company as I continued to sort through our growing pile of evidence against David. As I worked, Gray would call to check in, and I hated to admit how much I looked forward to each and every call. It was…nice to have someone do that for me, to want to make sure I was taking care of myself.

It shouldn’t have surprised me. Gray was always good at taking care of the people close to him. He’d looked after me for most of our lives, and now, he was doing the same thing with his parents. He tried to be stealthier about it with them, though. Both Marta and Curt were proud people, and it was probably hard for them to accept Gray’s help. But he didn’t mind, stopping over at the house every night before he came back here.

A part of me felt guilty he was staying here with me every night, especially after he told me more about his father’s diagnosis and their possible next steps. Fear and regret tinged his words as he talked about the assisted living facility the doctor kept recommending. He was supposed to tour the facility with his mom in the next couple of weeks. He’d asked if I’d come along, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. It was a family thing, and I didn’t want to take away from the purpose of the visit.

“What is that look about?” Calla’s voice broke me out of my train of thought. “Your smile just dropped.”

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