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I press kisses over her chest, shoulder, and run them along her jaw. Holding her face in my hands, I take her mouth in mine. We kiss slowly, deliberately, each movement, every flick of our tongues bringing us closer to our climax … but closer together, too.
She pulls back, grinding harder on my cock. The tempo increases. It’s urgent. Needy.Desperate.Her hands find myshoulders and her nails dig into them, clutching on to me as she bounces on my dick.
Her tits jiggle in my face, while her ass cheeks jiggle in my hands.
Astrid rolls her hips, lifting and then crashing down in a smooth, quick succession that drives me wild.
“You are so fucking sexy,” I say, meeting her thrust for thrust.
“I can’t take it much longer. I’m so close,” she says, gasping for air. Her motions come faster. “I’m going to come.”
I grit my teeth, holding back as long as I can. Her pussy grips my cock as the muscles begin to spasm around it. “Look at me when you come. Eyes on me.”
She squeals again, this time the sound ending in a moan. Her gaze finds mine just before she falls apart.
“Fuck!” she shouts.
I groan, my body shaking as it gives in and releases its load. My teeth grind together, the vein in my temple pulses … I can barely hold myself together.
My hands find her hips again and I guide her back and forth. “Don’t stop yet.Fuuuuuck.”
Astrid trembles as she milks the rest of her orgasm on my dick, and I shiver violently as the last waves of mine crash through me. I blow out a breath as she collapses onto my shoulder, her breaths heaving right alongside mine.
I wrap my arms around her and drop my head into the crook of her neck, feeling things in places that have been dead for a long time.
“That was so good,” she says, giggling. “But I need to get up and use the bathroom.”
“That wasn’t good,” I say, helping her off me. “That was amazing.”
She beams, laughing again as she makes a quick escape to the bathroom.
I sigh, leaning back on the couch for a moment and letting myself regroup. But as my gaze sweeps the apartment, it settles on the bag I brought home from Hartley’s—and the envelope tucked into the front pocket.
I know what I have to do … and that I have to doit now.
“She’s it, Gray. Your mama and daddy would’ve loved her. Don’t let her go, by boy.”
“I won’t, Cathy,” I whisper. “I won’t.”
What I have to do first is not for me and Caroline.
It’s for me and Astrid.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Astrid
I belt out the last lyrics of a song about Jack and Diane, letting the wind whip through my hair as I head to Gray’s. The Swill is ahead on my right, and I slow down to make the turn into the neighborhood.
The late morning is beyond beautiful. The air is warm but not sweaty, and the sun is bright but not burning. Everyone on the road seems to be in a great mood, letting each other merge in traffic and not running red lights. I didn’t need all of that to perk me up today. I have a whole day with Gray to look forward to since he has the day off.
“Auddie, no,” I say, laughing through the Bluetooth. “Don’t panic. I’m sure Seth hasn’t answered your message because he’s busy. A lot of athletes don’t even check their messages on Social because they get such weird ones.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m worried that I’ve made it awkward between us and now I can never set foot near my brother again.”
“I promise you haven’t made it awkward. Gianna and I both proofread your message last night. It was friendly, slightly flirty,and made you sound likethe doctor that you are.” I pause to let that sink in. “You are a catch, girlfriend. Seth will probably see that message and panic himself because guys don’t score girls like you without trying.”
