I nod, though I’m honestly not so sure about that. I’d doanythingfor Grey Davis, but it’s about whether I can physically do it, not mentally.
Once he adds a third finger, my mouth stands open with a silent, needy cry. My exhales leave me short and shaky, my dick aching with need.
“Please…” My balls are so tight with the urge to come that it hurts. “I need you, Grey Davis…”
Grey reaches for the lube once more, covering his dick with it before he moves back over me. He starts to push inside me, slow, then all at once. His hips meet my ass and I gasp, followed by a moan that Grey tones down by kissing me. Again. But who am I to complain about his kisses?
I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him down to me, forcing his torso to collide with mine. His shallow, heavy breaths fan over my skin, his nose brushes mine, our foreheads touch.
“You’re so tight.” He thrusts a bit deeper inside of me. “So fucking tight.”
I never know if that is a good or bad thing, but I think he likes it because he pounds into me a little harder, then reaches between our bodies and wraps his hand around my cock, jerking me off.
With each thrust, each time he teases my prostate and the friction on my dick, he’s edging me closer to an orgasm I’m not quite sure I’m ready for just yet, but at the same time am longing for.
Our eyes lock, then he smiles at me and that’s it.
I come so hard I see stars, cum spurts out of me without an ending in sight and covers my abs.
I’m so high up in the clouds that I only half realize when Grey collapses on top of me, coming inside of me. I do, however, close my arms around his neck and hold him.
He breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down. A soft sigh leaves him, though I’m not sure he even notices it. Then I can feel him leave a kiss right behind my ear, melting even the last bits of my body that were still solid.
Fuck, I love him so much and he has absolutely no clue. Yes, he knows I love him, but he could never imagine what I’m willing to do to keep him in my life forever.
“We should take a shower before…”
Grey groans. “You think my father would have a stroke if he knew I just fucked you in his house?”
“Probably.”
“I kind of want to see how that’d play out.”
Honestly, me too. “Get your ass up, Grey Davis, and show me where your shower is because there isnoway I will meet your mother smelling like sex.”
Grey does get off the bed, and while he’s turned with his back toward me, I make a discovery that I’m surprised I haven’t made before.
“What does MDK stand for?”
“Miles Desrosiers-King.” Grey faces me. He then draws my attention to a tattoo just above the inside of his left arm. It’s a child-like stick figure drawing of two guys, I assume. “Miles and I were a little drunk when we got them. The stick figures are cute, Brooke drew them when she was three. I don’t know why we thought getting the other’s initials tattooed on our assess would be a good idea, though. I don’t mind it too much because I can’t even see it.”
“I knew you were close, but I had no idea you werethisclose.” I wish I never asked. Do you think they had dated once upon a time? Should I be worried!?
Grey wraps an arm around my shoulders and leads me into his bathroom.
“Nothing ever happened between Miles and I. We did dumb stuff together, things that almost got us arrested, or, well, got a stupid tattoo when we were wasted. I promise you, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Chapter 3
“you’ve spent a lifetime stuck in silence / afraid you’ll say something wrong”—Read All About It, pt. III by Emeli Sandé
February 2026
Grey and I entertheir library.A fuckinglibrary. He’s not talking much as we walk through the house, he answers when I ask questions, but that’s usually how our conversations go.
“Did you read a lot as a kid?” Surely if your parents own a whole ass library, you spend a good time being forced to read those books. Or maybe not, who knows?
Grey nods. “If I had the time. I spent most of my days at the arena even if I didn’t have to be there. And if I wasn’t there, I got a book and went down to the beach and read.”