Page 154 of Butter My Biscuit

“No, don’t go yet,” Grace says as we’re snuggled in the double-person sleeping bag together. “You’re too warm.”

With my chest to her back, her bare ass against me, I grow hard, touching her skin and kissing her neck. She lets out a whimper as I reach around and slide my fingers between her legs.

“Yes,” she barely whispers.

My phone stops ringing, and then it immediately starts again.

“Fuck Beckett,” I whisper, knowing I’m late to work just based on how light it is outside. I only sleep late when Grace is pressed against my body; she’s my comfort.

“You’re gonna be in deep shit,” she says.

“Don’t give a fuck,” I mutter, knowing he owes me one from all the shit he and Summer put me through while they were chasing one another. He owes me a hundred after the way he acted.

Grace rolls over onto her back and faces me, but I don’t stop lightly circling her clit with my fingertips. She writhes beneath me, and the softest moan releases from her mouth.

When I bend down to kiss her, she stops me. “I have morning breath.”

Her hair is messy on her head, and she looks so damn adorable and beautiful.

I move closer to her. “I love your mornin’ breath because it means you’re waking up beside me.”

“And my toots,” she says with a laugh, reaching up to kiss me. “Don’t forget that, snuggle buddy.”

Then, she’s unzipping the bag and climbing on top of me. There’s just enough morning light for me to see every inch of her as she places her hands on my shoulders, riding me, capturing my mouth. Her pants increase, and I almost wonder how we got here. How is it possible that dreams can come true, that you can be with the person you’ve always loved? Like this?

I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.

“What?” She tilts her head.

“You don’t know?” I ask, placing my hands behind my head and watching her take all of me.

“You were just thinking about how much you’re in love with me. And have always loved me. Want me out of your head yet?”

“Never,” I groan, digging my thumbs into her hips as she rides me so damn good. “How’d you know?”

“Because I feel the same,” she whispers, tensing and riding out her release.

She keeps going until I follow behind her.

We lie in each other’s arms, and I inhale the light vanilla on her skin and smile against the softness of her neck.

“Let’s watch the sunrise,” I whisper as I snuggle into her.

“Okay,” she says.

We clean up and crawl out of the small tent, just big enough for us. We stand naked with the two-person sleeping bag haphazardly wrapped around us, watching it rise over the mountain.

“A new day,” she mutters, and then she grins.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pull her close, and place a kiss on her forehead. “A new opportunity.”

Pinks and purples splash across the sky, and there are wisps of clouds, followed by a few puffy ones.

When my phone rings again, I know it’s time to go. But I turn it off. Beckett can leave me forty voice mails for all I care.

“Want me to take you back to my place or bring you home? Your decision.”

She rode with her mom yesterday, so she doesn’t have her car.

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