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He redoubles his efforts, like he knows I’ll go flying with just another little push, and I do. I come hard, my body curling up involuntarily, a scream of pleasure ripped from my lungs.

He stays between my legs, bringing me down gently, one of his hands sliding up the bed to reach for mine. When I give it to him, he twines our fingers together and holds on like I’m his only anchor in a raging storm.

When my muscles finally go lax, he lets my thighs slip from his shoulders and releases my hand to climb up over me, taking my mouth with a deep, languid kiss that mimics how he started with my pussy.

After a moment he ends the kiss and reaches for a condom. “You ready?” he asks, holding it up between two fingers.

At my nod, he opens the packet and rolls on the condom, kneeling between my spread thighs and rubbing his broad head all over me. I moan at the sensation, and then he slides just the tip inside me. In and out and in and out over and over until I’m glaring at him.

With a soft chuckle, he lowers himself to his elbows, kissing me again as he drives himself all the way inside me.

“Yesss.” He kisses me again, starting off slow and easy. But it doesn’t stay that way long.

Soon he’s reaching between us and strumming his fingers over my clit. “I need you to get there, baby,” he whispers. “I need to feel you coming around me. I need you with me. Always.”

The double meaning is clear, and I cling to him, squeezing around him voluntarily to increase the sensation until we both come with loud cries of pleasure.

Waves of bliss crash over me, and I surrender to their pull, letting them toss me around and break me into pieces, knowing that when Gray finishes putting me back together, I won’t be quite the same. And I’m really okay with that.

Gray has crashed into my life and upended it for a second time. But this time I get a choice. I get to be an active participant instead of reacting after the fact.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

His heavy weight presses me into the bed, anchoring me back to earth, and I wrap my arms around him, kissing whatever part of his face and neck I can reach.

He turns his head, kissing me deeply before separating his body from mine. After dealing with the condom, he lifts the blankets and we climb in together, actually cuddling in bed for the first time ever, my back tight against his chest, his legs curled behind mine, and his arms wrapped across my chest.

He kisses behind my ear. “I love you.”

Turning my head, I give him a smile. “I love you too.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Tiffany

For the first time in my life, I’m willingly sitting down to watch the NFL draft. My dad watches it every year, being a coach and die-hard football fan, it’s no surprise. And while I don’t mind watching games, the draft is typically as interesting to me as watching paint dry.

But this year everything’s different. The next who knows how many years will be determined by the results of this draft. I guess, arguably, the rest of my life will be determined today. Because whoever drafts him will affect how much playing time he gets, and if he gets traded in the future and where, and …

That’s too much to worry about right now. After more than a month of uncertainty about anything other than that we’d be together, finding out where we’ll be headed will be a huge relief.

While Gray’s ideas about Ben and I moving into his apartment were workable, I decided it would be best if we didn’t officially move in together until we’re wherever we end up. That way Ben gets plenty of time with his grandparents while we’re still here and also so we don’t have to deal with the stress and routine upheaval of moving twice in such a short period of time. Plus, there wouldn’t be room for all Ben’s toys at Gray’s place.

That doesn’t mean we haven’t been spending plenty of time at Gray’s, and we’ve been spending the night every weekend. Gray got the trundle he suggested for Ben, that way he doesn’t have to sleep on the couch every time we come over. And since we’re going to be moving in together, I lifted the no PDA in front of Ben rule, much to Gray’s delight.

Mine too, if I’m being honest. And even my dad has come around to the idea of Gray and me together. He grumbled something once about Gray at least being man enough to do the right thing, and since then he’s been, if not warm, at least not openly hostile.

Mom, for her part, is thrilled that we’re giving things a shot since she thinks we’re adorable together, even if she is sad that we’ll be moving away. I think she’s also secretly relieved that she won’t have to spend so much time babysitting, even if she’ll miss all the time she gets to spend with her grandson. Fortunately for her, we’ll be visiting plenty.

We’ve also become fixtures at Gray’s family’s Thursday night dinners, and I’ve gotten to know Piper a lot better. Since her parents are with Gray at the draft, I invited her and Ellie over to watch with me since both their boyfriends are there too.

“Oh my god, are they ever going to stop talking?” Ellie grouses beside me. “I don’t care about all the stats of every player from here to New Jersey!” She rolls her hand. “Get on with it!”

My dad chuckles from his recliner and shakes his head. “This is how it goes. The talking heads have to earn their pay.”

Ellie rolls her eyes dramatically. “Why? Do we really need all this speculation and nonsense? It’s not like they really know who’s going to get picked by which team. And we’ll all find out the answer in just a few minutes if they would stop talking long enough for things to get started.”

“I think they’re talking to fill the time before things get started,” Piper points out reasonably. “I doubt the sportscasters are delaying anything.”

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