Page 79 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“I like that idea.” He bounces on the balls of his feet. “Show me the rest.”

Leading him down the very short hall, I show him the linen closet and the bathroom. “This definitely needs an upgrade. I want a bigger shower and to have the laundry machines here. We don’t need two sinks.”

Griff pokes his head into the shower before laughing. “There’s no way the two of us will fit in here. Good call.”

At the end of the hall are two bedrooms. One will be ours, and the other is for us to discuss, but I think he’ll agree with my plan.

“Oh, I love the window in this one. Is this our room?”

Our room.

Those words from his lips are the ultimate confirmation that this is real. Griff and I are in this together. I never have to worry when he’s away or miss him at night when we sleep in separate places. He’ll share this space all the time and be next to me in bed.

Holy shit.

We’re actually a couple.

“Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m…it just sort of hit me that this is happening.”

I’m not spiralling into doom. I’m sitting somewhere on the edge of spontaneous laughter or breaking out into dance. It could go either way.

“Are you…is this still what you want?”

Griff’s smile fades, and I reach for him before his happiness disappears completely.

“More than I thought I ever did. It just sort of hit me that everything is changing and you’re not just my best friend, you’re my partner in this life. It caught me off guard that this is our forever.”

Griff breathes out and presses his forehead to mine. “You’ve always been my hope, Jamie, and I couldn’t walk away from you. I got as far as applying for my master’s program, and then dad…” He sighs again. “I’m still here because I don’t think I can ever walk away.”

“The only time I want to see the back of you is when you’re going to the kitchen to get me a snack.” He huffs a laugh, and I take his face in my hands. “Preferably of the blueberry kind. But the Griff kind is my favourite.”

Pressing my lips to his, I sink into this moment. We’re creating a future that wasn’t even on my radar three months ago. Now I’m consumed with a Pinterest board I started, and showing Griff all my ideas to make itourhome. To give him and his dad a new start, because they’re a package deal. To build a little family of our own.

Griff’s fingers curl into my shirt. “Are we going to have sex in every room of the house when we move in?”

“Is that a thing?”

“Maybe. If it isn’t, we should totally make it a thing.”

Griff chases my lips while he fumbles with my belt buckle and suddenly the heat just turned on. He walks me backwards until my back hits the wall and I growl in frustration when I can’t get his pants open.

He steps back and quickly gets his pants shoved to his thighs and does the same to me. Griff is confident, and it’s hot as hell when he gets that look in his eye. I’ve seen it before in the ring. His take-no-shit game face, and when his rough palm grips my cock, my head thuds against the wall.

“Jamie…lips on me.” His hand grips the back of my neck and I comply with his request now that my brain is back online.

His hips pump into mine, nudging his hardness against me. Never have I felt so consumed by someone like I do now. Griff pressing against me, his lips and hands everywhere. It’s like I’ve melted into him, and every cell of my being is caressed by some part of him.

“Fuck, Jamie…” His lips falter on my skin when my hand closes around his dick.

“Fucking hell, Griff,” I croak when he bites into my shoulder. How can something so frenzied and carnal feel so fucking perfect?

We’re both racing to bring each other to the finish while trying to climb inside each other, and I’ve never felt so connected to anyone. So in tune without words.

Griff groans into my mouth as the warmth of his release coats my hand. “Jamie…” His breathless plea breaks me, and I push up on my toes, forcing him to squeeze me tighter. And then I’m over the edge. I come with a shout that echoes in the empty room, and my free hand clutches the back of Griff’s head, holding him to me as we both try to catch our breath.

“Thank god I have a wall holding me up because that was fucking intense.”

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