Page 83 of Losing Forever
“I missed you, but you were right. I needed to leave and deal with certain things. I saw my dad.”
A small gasp escapes me. “You did?”
“You were right about that, too.” He explains everything he learned about his dad’s childhood, his Uncle Len, why his dad got back into the mafia, and how his dad is happy to be in jail because it means his family is safe. “I was wrong, Bray. So wrong, misjudging him and assuming the worst instead of hearing him out first. I’ll never make that mistake again.”
Tears of happiness fill my eyes.
“I found my mother, too,” he adds. “Well, I talked to her. Get this. She left to protect me. She thinks she’s keeping me safe by staying away, even though I told her that’s not necessary. She’s living up in the Panhandle, but she won’t say where. It’s going to take some time before she thinks she’s not a danger to me, but Uncle Len is with her. That actually makes me feel good, especially after knowing all he did to protect my dad when they were kids. Uncle Len may be money hungry, but he’s a good guy at heart.”
“I’m so happy for you, Grayson.” I rest a hand on his chest and push up on my toes, kissing his cheek.
He covers my hand with his, capturing it over his heart, the pounding steady and strong, like him. “I’ve seen my dad once more since that first visit. We talked about you. How you’ve overcome so much, and what an inspiration you are. How you encouraged me to visit him and get closure. Bray? It’s changed everything. How I see myself. What I thought I was capable of. What I want in life, and what I’m willing to fight for. I don’t know if it’s possible or something you’d be comfortable with, but maybe one day you could meet him.”
“I’d love to.”
His eyes close with a relieved sigh. “I hoped you’d say that. My sweet girl who accepts so much without judgment. I don’t know what I did to earn your love, but I intend to keep it for all the days of my life.”
Did I hear him correctly? “What exactly does that mean?”
He flashes a wicked grin. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“No. You have that look in your eyes like you want to have sex, but as much as I like the idea, I can only offer a platonic friendship.”
He laughs. “I always want to have sex but only with you. If you’ll have me.” He touches his forehead to mine. “I need you in my life too, as more than friends who have sex. I need all of you—your heart, your body, and your love, because you own every part of me. Let me prove to you how much.”
I gasp again but before I can speak, he consumes my lips with a passionate kiss.
For a moment, I give in to him, gripping the back of his neck with one hand and sliding the other into his hair. God, I love this man, and it would appear he loves me, even though he hasn’t said those three significant words.
Sensations flood my insides like they do when Grayson touches me. Without thought, I unbutton his shirt at the top.
“Fuck,” he says in a shocked breath. “Are you sure?”
My brain catches up with my actions. His shirt is on the floor. I hadn’t realized I stripped him. “I don’t know. Do we have time?” Should we even? We’re in a staged home before an open house.
“We have time and as for you not knowing, I can help with that.” He backs me up to a wall, his chest muscles flexing, and kisses my neck. “I love you.”
My muscles turn to jelly. I sag, even as my heart soars and desire has me soaked and ready.
“I love you so much.” He kisses a path to the corner of my mouth. His hands roam under my dress, the loose material making it easy. He caresses my breasts, plays with my nipples, and then heads south. “So wet for me.” He rubs my core and slides a finger inside. “I missed being in here, too. My favorite place on earth.”
Crazed, I undo his belt and zipper and then wrap my fingers around his hard length. “I’ve missed this, too.”
“I’m so happy to hear you say that.” He smiles, kisses my lips, and hoists me up against the wall. He tugs my panties aside and plunges into me.
I moan and take whatever he has to give, loving how he possesses my body. Holding me with one hand, he uses the other to find my sensitive spot, working it in circles until I feel as though I’ll explode.
“Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel your orgasm around my dick. Nothing compares.”
Kinky words from my kinky lover are all it takes. Pleasure like I’ve only ever known with Grayson overwhelms me. I scream his name and ride the high until my spasming muscles soften.
The moment they do, Grayson kisses my lips and whispers, “Give me a little more, baby.”
I nod and he pounds into me, worshiping my body back to life. Sensations return to me faster than I thought possible. Soon, I’m panting with him and writhing my hips to meet his thrusts. “Look at me, Bray,” he murmurs and cups my cheek with one hand. “Tell me you love me.”
Part limp and part energized, burning with need, I lift my gaze and stare into his violet eyes. “I love you. More than I thought possible. More than I’ve loved anyone.”
He exhales with a smile and devours my lips. For a second time, I orgasm, and Grayson comes with me, swearing and muttering how much he loves me, too.
