Page 74 of Accepting Fate

“Sorry, Lo. I’m really freaking tired. I haven’t slept in like forty hours. I’m okay. I’m really happy for you. You deserve it.”

“Are you sure? You would tell me if something was bothering you or you were upset with me, right?”

“I promise, I’m okay. I swear, I’m just tired. You know you’re like my sister. I tell you everything. You know that.”

Relieved, I let out a sigh. “Okay, well don’t be a stranger. I’m going to start scheduling our calls. Go get some sleep. I miss and love you, Al.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. I love and miss you, too, Lo.”

As I hang up, I hear the door open behind me and see Grayson leaning against the doorframe.

My eyes rake down his naked chest and to his bright orange boxers and I linger a little longer than I should on his bulge. Damn, this man is fucking hot.

Rising from my chair, I walk over, wrap my arms around him and rest my chin on his chest, looking up at his handsome face. “Good morning, Bear.”

Grayson’s arms wrap around my waist, being gentle around my bruised hip. “Good morning, Angel. How’d you sleep?”

“Good. You know, for someone who is so muscly, you are very comfortable.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of my head, he smiles. “Good. Get used to it because that’s where you will be sleeping from now on.”

I’m perfectly okay with that.

“Okay. But next time, I vote we sleep in an actual bed instead of the couch.”

“Agreed. So, what are the chances I can get you to go for a ride up to my favorite spot? The trail isn’t too crazy if your back is still bothering you.”

I’m down, but I need to give him a little shit about the bike, so he doesn’t discover my fantasy about riding with him.

“That thing is a death trap,” I argue.

“Not when I’m driving.”

“You may be safe but other drivers might not be.”

I can tell I’m pissing him off because his arms are growing tighter around me, and his scowl is growing by the second.

I bury my face in his chest to hide my laugh.

Running his hands along my back, he squeezes my ass, then grips the back of my thighs and picks me up. I let out a squeal and wrap my legs around his waist. My arms go around his neck. This man is too freaking tall, I would definitely break something if I fell.

Walking us into the kitchen, he sets me down on the counter, and I keep my legs around his waist. I like feeling him close.

Grayson’s eyes darken and he pushes his hardening dick against my center. “Angel, you should know your sass turns me the fuck on. All I can think about right now is slamming my cock into you and feeling your warm pussy clench around me.” Grayson’s scruff brushes against my neck as he kisses me.

Damn. If he keeps talking like that, I will cum without him even touching me.

Against my will, a moan slips out. I hear him growl and he pushes his dick against my aching core again.

I can see where this is going, and I don’t want it to stop.

Grayson’s hands go to the hem of my shirt and he starts pulling it up but stops. When I lean back to see his face, I can see he is desperately trying to keep himself restrained.

“Tell me to stop now or I won’t.”

I know he’s trying to be respectful, but I can hear the need and want in his voice.

I tighten my legs around his waist and push against his ass with my feet, moving him closer to me. “Please. I don’t want you to stop.”