His eyebrows quip up, an interested smirk creeping onto his lips. “What consequences?”
With my lips brushing his, I say, “Like that you’re going to have to propose to me in a year or two because I will not let you go ever again. And that we’re going to have to adopt at least two kids and name them Sage and Ash. Or maybe we can get a surrogate, though adopting seems good too. I don’t know yet, but we’ll figure it out.”
I’m not going to lie, I’m a little afraid to open my eyes and look at my boyfriend, especially because he’s neither agreeing nor disagreeing with me. He’s not saying anything.
But when I finally open my eyes, meeting his dark ones, his expression doesn’t look half as frightening as I’d imagined.
“I am so fucking deeply in love with you, Luan Hayes.”
My smile widens even more, if it does any further, there’s a high chance the corners of my mouth might rip.
When he smiles back at me, earth might as well lose all its gravity and fall right out of our solar system. That’s how deep I’m falling.
“Of course you are.” I shrug nonchalantly. “You’d be crazy if you weren’t.” I press a kiss to his mouth, then say, “But, Grey Davis, I am even more in love with you.”
“I don’t think you are.”
“I think I am, because I love you more than apple juice, baby.”
“And I love you way more than ice hockey.”
I gasp, and I swear the only thing keeping me from falling off this stupid couch right now is Grey’s arms being tightly wrapped around me.
“You take that back, Grey Davis! Right fucking now.”
He chuckles. “Why? Does that scare you?”
I nod. “You’re practicallybeggingfor three kids and a dog with this!”
Grey shudders. “Fine, I’ll take it back. I don’t love you more than hockey. I also won’t be able to handle more than two kids.”
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Chapter 8
“never thought we would get this far”—Higher by Shawn Mendes
September 2026
“Move,” Luan begsand pushes his ass against me, urging me, pushing me deeper inside him.
“You’re so bossy.” I squeeze his ass cheeks with my hands, then slide them up to his hips as I pull out of him then slam back inside. “And mighty lazy for someone who coaches soccer.”
Upon Luan’s request from two days back, I suggested he top this morning, but he said it’s far too early for him to even have enough energy to doanything. I think he’s chickening out, but that’s okay.
Though I’m not quite sure what he’s so afraid of, and maybe I wouldn’t understand even if he tried to explain it to me. So he broke his dick once, big deal. But I am happy to wait for him to be ready. If it turns out he still doesn’t like being on top, or he never even wants to try it after all, that’s also fine with me.
“Not lazy, but it’searly, Grey Davis,” he argues, looking over his shoulder to meet my eyes. I wink at my boyfriend, then thrust into him a little harder, only to hear him gasp. “Not everyone can—” He moans when I tease his prostate.
“Not everyone can what?” I ask, trying to sound as unbothered as ever, but that’s really fucking difficult when you’re buried to the hilt inside of your boyfriend and your balls are pulsing with the need to come.
“I don’t—” He falls forward and presses his face into the pillow when I reach an arm around his hips and wrap my hand around his dick, giving him a long and slow stroke. “Fuck.”
I still inside of him, leaning forward until my chest is pressing against his back. Bringing my mouth to his ear, I whisper, “I love you.”
Luan shudders at my words to which I smile but he’s too busy burying his face in the pillow to see. Sucks for him.
“Just so you know, I’m smiling,” I tell him. Luan gasps and immediately tries to turn his head, and because I know looking at me from this angle will donothingfor him, I pull out of him and turn Luan on his back, hovering my face right over his.