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Greyson’s hands haven’t left my hips since we’ve been back at his place. Smith is out with the guys for the night, so we’re on his living room couch attempting to watch a movie. But by the way Greyson keeps touching me and grinding his already semi-hard cock into me from behind, I know we won’t make it through much more of it. I wasn’t expecting to finish the movie, we rarely do. The loose pair of sleep shorts and Greyson’s oversized t-shirt that I'm wearing aren’t providing much of a barrier between us, nor are they preventing his hands from wandering.

“Guess you're not too interested in the man in the iron suit, huh?” I say, pushing my ass into him.

“I don't give a shit what’s on that TV, Babygirl. All I have is a vision of you bouncing on my dick with these big tits in my face.” His hand snakes up my shirt and grabs my chest for emphasis.

Wiggling myself out of my shirt, I sit up and he soon follows. My legs straddle his lap and I kiss him deeply. I love this guy so much, every touch of his is like an electric current straight through me.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. I can't wait till we have a place all to ourselves. I'm going to fuck you on every damn surface there is,” he says, pushing his hips upwards.

I lean back to allow him room to slide his sweatpants down. Quickly removing my shorts, I then settle myself back over his lap. His hands grab my ass and drag me over his rock-hard erection. Greyson’s mouth teases me with small kisses along my neck, causing my breath to become heavy with want.

“Get on this dick baby. I want you to ride me.”

“Oh, how romantic.” Faking a swoon, I grind down on him, eliciting a groan from him.

“Oh, I can give you romantic… I can give you all the flowers, thoughtful gifts, and dinners you want pretty girl. But I know damn well you prefer screaming my name as I make you explode with ecstasy because that… that is romance baby. That’s my soul anchoring itself to yours.”

With that, he lines up the head of his cock and pulls me onto him. “Fuuuck,” we both moan once I'm fully seated on him.

I move my hips, ever so slowly groaning at the feel of him. “I love the way you ride my cock. The look in your eyes when you feel me pressing along that sweet spot deep within you.”

My hands go to his shoulders to give me more stability as I pick up my pace. Rocking my hips back and forth with just enough sway and control that I feel my orgasm creeping up already.Fuck he feels so good.

I'm lost in him, in his scent, in the way his muscular shoulders feel beneath my hands, and in how perfect he feels when he's deep inside of me.

He leans back into the couch and brings his arms behind his head. “I have the perfect show right here… damn Lottie, you ride me so well. Show me how much you love my cock inside of you,” he says with that sexy-ass grin of his. His commanding tone sends me into a frenzy, and I ride him without any inhibitions.

“Aah Grey, I'm going to come soon,” I moan, feeling the tingles rise.

“Mmm, that’s right. Use me, baby… come for me,” he commands, his hands abandoning their relaxed position behind his neck and grabbing onto my hips. Taking a firm hold, he helps me find my release.

“Oh shit! Yes please… yes.” My moans and his fill the space around us. Just a few moments later, my toes begin to curl as heat radiates throughout my body.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, and I feel his orgasm release deep inside me. I collapse onto him, the sound of our breaths a soothing melody. We stay that way for who knows how long, just enjoying the feel of our bodies on one another. My head on his chest and my legs still straddling his hips. Greyson’s arms draped lazily over my body, one of his hands drawing small circles on my back.

“Thank you…” he says in almost a whisper. Leaning my head up to look at him, I raise my eyebrow in question. “For believing me… for seeing the undeniable love I have for you instead of my numerous mistakes. You make me so happy I don't know what I’d do without you.”

Kissing the spot directly over his heart and placing my head back on his chest I say, “I love you, Greyson. You don’t have to worry about that… you’re never getting rid of me.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Tonightisturningoutto be one of those nights. A night none of us will ever forget. Nox fought in his first big showdown. It was surreal seeing my best friend walk out into the ring. When he won by knockout in round two, our crew went crazy. He beat the local undefeated welterweight fighter.

With Lennox being the new buzz of the town, by the time he had showered and met us in his dressing room we had an afterparty to go to. There was a guy in a suit who came in and introduced himself as Eric. He invited all of us to a club here in Charlotte to celebrate Nox’s win and bring in the New Year. According to Eric, the door will let us in if we were with him and not to worry about IDs.

The club is on top of the Epi-Center, right by our hotel and the venue. It’s partially outdoors, with an open terrace where the DJ is set up. Eric got us a roped-off area with couches right on the edge of the indoor portion of the club.

“I have exactly thirty minutes to find my New Year's eve kiss,” Ford pipes up as we all settle in.

“Dude, get a drink first,” Nox says with the biggest smile I‘ve ever seen on his face as he moves to sit beside Emerson.

Nox’s brother, Colton, and his girlfriend of the week went back to the hotel for some "alone time". We all knew what that was code for, but Nox looked slightly relieved when his brother told us his plans didn’t involve coming with us. I’m almost one hundred percent positive that had to do with Emerson, since her brother also wouldn’t be with us. Lucian and Frankie were staying at the venue with Snow to watch the main event that wouldn’t happen until closer to midnight.

“Speaking of a drink, Ford licks his lips when the cocktail waitress arrives with two bottles of champagne.

She smiles at him but addresses Nox, “Eric had these sent over for you guys to celebrate your victory.”

Staring at me, she bites her lip and asks, “Do you want me to open one for you?” Before I can answer, I feel Lottie’s hand possessively on my thigh.

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