Page 90 of Filthy Secret
Then, as if saying his name has flipped a switch inside of him, he jerks his hips away from my hand. He releases my hair and reaches down, gripping the backs of my thighs before he tugs them forward. I fall back against the soft carpeted floor.
Before I realize what’s happening, he buries himself deep inside of me, his hand returning to the back of my hair, gripping me tightly there as he looks into my eyes.
“Say it again, legs,” he murmurs.
“What?”
He grins, flexing his hips and pushing himself a touch deeper inside of me. “My name.”
“Grover,” I repeat.
Then he pulls almost completely out of me before sliding back inside. His chin is tipped, his breath heavy as he moves above me. He grips my hair even tighter, sweat beading on his forehead. He’s still dressed, his pants around his knees, but it’s perfect.
“Again,” he demands.
I say his name again. And again. On each downstroke, I say his name. It turns into a chant. Next, it turns into a mewl that then turns into a whimper as my orgasm consumes me. It rushes throughout my entire body as I come.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I fucking love you, Ryan. Every goddamn piece of you.”
His mouth slams against mine. He kisses me almost brutally. My life is complete. My world is at peace. And for the first time ever, I’m irrevocably… happy. If I died tomorrow, I would, without a doubt, be at peace with this moment. But I don’t want to die tomorrow. I have a whole lot to look forward to with this life, and I am ready to live.
ATOMIC
Ryan sleeps against my chest, and again, I know that this is the way it was always meant to be for us. She was always meant to be for me. My anger, my doubt, has completely vanished. I’m not sure if it’s because I talked with Nash. I don’t know if I finally just let all that shit go or what, but I’m also not going to question it because this feels good and right. This feels like heaven and home all at the same time. It’s exactly where I’ve never realized I need to be and where I never want to leave.
“Your heart is beating quickly,” Ryan whispers.
I hadn’t realized she was awake, let alone that my heart was rapidly racing. But indeed, it fucking is. Sliding my fingers up her spine, I tangle them in her hair and gently tug her head back so I can look into her eyes.
“I was thinking about you,” I murmur.
Her lips curve up into a smile. She leans forward to touch her mouth to the underside of my jaw before she lifts her hand, her fingernails scratching at the other side of my jaw where my beard is.
I feel her nails against my skin, and I can’t help but want to feel them sliding down my back, too, making marks on my flesh.
Marking me as hers.
Because I am just that.
Hers.
And she is mine.
“We’ll get married in a month. And when you change your name, Adam’ll have his name changed as well and his birth certificate amended.”
“Grover?” she asks.
I don’t know why the fuck she would ask a thing because Adam is not a Turner. He is all Hughes, and I think he’s gone five years too long without his real name, without his real identity. I am going to claim them both because they’re mine.
“You’re both Hughes. Adam by birth, and you by choice. It’s time to make it official.”
Wetness pools in her eyes. I don’t wipe it away but instead, watch as the tears slide down her cheeks. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers, not deepening the kiss. I shift my face backward and give her a smile as I look down at her, never wanting to look away from her gaze again.
“I hate that we lost six years,” she exhales.
I hum. “I don’t, legs. Fate is meant to happen the way it happens. And I think we both needed the space. Me to appreciate who and what you are. To appreciate what we have and being a father?—”
She interrupts me, and I suck in a breath, holding it as she says the words I wasn’t expecting but fucking love. “And me to appreciate you, Grover. Because I do, and not just for all of this, but because you are exactly what I need, and even more so, exactly what I want.”