Page 29 of The Secrets We Keep
My arms wrap around his neck as I pull him closer to me, desperate to feel every inch of him. Hispowerful hands trail down my body, cupping my ass and lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he walks us toward the bed, never breaking our kiss. His hard cock presses against my pussy and I moan into the kiss. He kneels on the bed, gently laying me down and immediately filling the space between my thighs.
I break our kiss to flip our positions, climbing onto his lap and then pulling his shirt from my head. His eyes go heavy lidded as they watch the material skate over my naked body. His hands move to my breasts, cupping them before his fingers find my nipples. He tweaks them, knowing how much nipple play turned me on, and apparently that hasn’t changed.
“So fucking beautiful,” Grayson rasps.
I scoot back on his thighs and reach for the waistband of his briefs. He lifts his hips and helps me lower them until his beautiful cock is on display. It really is beautiful. It’s long and thick with a vein running down the length of it. It’s been so long that I don’t have time for foreplay, so I grab his cock and position it at my core, making eye contact with him before I slowly sink down his length.
We groan when he bottoms out inside me. We sit like that for a moment, just reveling in the feel of each other. The familiar feeling of home. One that we never thought we would have again. We lock eyes as I begin to move. He thrusts up into me as I grind down on him. It’s been a long time since we did this, but the way we move together is like it was just yesterday. He knows my body and I know his.
Grayson flips us andlifts my legs over his shoulders, sliding in even deeper. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight. So wet.”
His words make me clench around him. “So do you,” I pant.
He continues to thrust as he reaches out and massages my clit. I know that I won’t last long with him doing that, it’s been too long for me. Before I can even warn him, I’m coming. I clench around him like a vice. I moan as my vision darkens. Grayson’s thrusts become erratic. He’s trying so hard to hold on, but it’s too much for him. He spills inside me as he comes, collapsing on top of me.
We lay there for a moment as we catch our breath in bliss.
“I’ve missed this,” I whisper as I run my fingers through his wavy hair.
“Me too, baby,” he murmurs. “I love you. Please, don’t leave me again.”
My throat constricts. “I love you, too, and I’ll never leave you again,” I promise him.
And I mean it. I have no desire to leave Silver Springs and the home I’m making with my boys. I want Grayson and I to be how we were back then but only better. I want my son to experience what having a happy family is like. I want to experience that for myself.
22
GRAYSON
I wake up with Sophie on top of me. Just like I have for the last few weeks. I don’t think I could ever grow tired of it, though. Sophie has brought peace back to my life. Where my mind was restless, she’s settled it. Her and my son.
My son. It’s still such a weird concept to grasp. Asher is great, though. Perfect even. He’s everything that I would have wished for in a son, and Sophie raised him all on her own.
Our relationship has only grown in the last few weeks. We’ve tossed the football around a lot, gone fishing and to the arcade. I’ve even taken him out on my bike, which Sophie wasn’t too fond of. She changed her mind when she saw how much he loved it, though. It’s all precious one-on-one time that I’m so grateful for.
Sophie burrows further into my chest, letting out a small moan. I smile and kiss the top of her head, wrapping my arms around her and enjoying the last few moments before our alarm is going to go off.
Today, Asher has a big day at school. I feel like I’m more nervous than he is, but I’ve never done this before. We’re going to school with him for their “meet the family” day.
He’s had a great first two weeks at school and has made quite a lot of friends. He’s especially fond of Cane’s daughter, Paisley. She’s the same age as Asher and they’re in the same class. I’m glad that he made friends so easily, and I know that Paisley will make sure he has even more friends by the end of the year.
I frown when I hear rustling from Ash’s room but settle after a moment when it stops. My fingers trail lightly up and down Sophie’s spine, reveling in the feel of her tan, smooth skin. She moans softly before peeking up at me.
“Morning,” she murmurs sleepily.
“Morning, beautiful.” My lips meet hers in a slow and sensual kiss, like I’m learning every part of her again. Like I’ve been doing since I found out that Asher was mine.That she was always mine. But that moment is shattered when our bedroom door flies open.
We break our kiss and I pull the blanket up to cover Sophie. We find Asher standing at the foot of our bed, dressed with his backpack on. “Oh good,” he says with a smile. “You’re awake.”
We burst into laughter. “Why are you up so early, bud?” I ask after my laughter subsides.
“I’m excited,” he admits with a shrug.
Just then, the alarm sounds from our bedside table. I sigh before reaching over to turn it off and sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Why don’t you go into the living room and your dad, and I will meet you there in a minute? We’ll have breakfast before we head out. Maybe we can walk with Cane and Paisley?” Sophie offers.
“Okay!”
