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Grayson surprises me and in one swift movement, I’m on my back and he’s above me, framing my face with his forearms.

“You know you love it. Now I can’t do much, but I can do this.” A sexy as hell grin spreads across his face and he kisses me.

He may be a pain in the ass but he’s right. I do love his caveman side and I think I love everything else about him, too.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Logan

I’msonervousIcould crap my pants.

As we pull into the driveway of Grayson’s parents' house, I’m stunned at the beauty sitting before me. It’s a two-story wooden home. The pitched roof has three windows that have their own roofs. But it’s the first level that has me unable to look away. On a beautifully crafted front porch sits a bright white wooden swing, set in front of a big bay window that makes the place look so inviting and warm. And Grayson wasn’t lying about his mom’s flowers. Bushes sprouting an array of colorful blooms sit in front of the railing.

I know I shouldn’t be freaking out. But this is a big step. I just started to accept that Grayson and I are permanent and not just a blip in my scared and lonely life. Doing this really takes the blinders off our relationship and out of our little bubble we have been living in.

These people will ask questions that I avoid on a daily basis. For fuck’s sake, Grayson doesn’t even know half of my life. He has only seen what I have slowly been allowing him to.

He turns off the truck and I force myself to put on my brave pants and get out. We walk up the driveway to the house and I notice a large tree beyond the open yard. It looks like a large willow tree from where I’m standing. Almost like the one on Grayson’s side.

Clearing my mind of the willow tree, my thoughts come back to what I’m about to walk into. What if they see that I’m too damaged and skittish for Grayson? What if his parents don’t think I’m good enough for their son?

My heart starts beating insanely fast and I can feel the panic attack coming. I can’t screw this up. If they hate me and tell Grayson to leave me, I would be broken.

All of a sudden, I’m pulled to a stop and Grayson’s hands go to both sides of my face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. He plants a soft kiss on my lips, and brushes his thumb across my cheek. “I can hear your wheels turning. You have nothing to worry about, Angel. My mom hasn’t met you and already loves you.”

“How does your mom love me? She hasn’t even met me yet.”

A small smile spreads across his face. “Remember that day when Noah came to The Hideout, and we spent the day in the hot tub?”

“Yeah. ” I ask.

“While I was inside, my mom called and we talked about you two meeting. I told her that I had met someone that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I even told her all about how you made me wait after that text didn’t send. If we wouldn’t have come over, she would have shown up at my place unannounced. And I don’t think you want to meet my mom when my face is buried in your sweet pus—”

My hands fly to his mouth. “Grayson! You can’t say that! We are standing outside your parents’ house. What if they are listening?”

I feel him smile against my hand and then he goes fully caveman mode. His hands go to my waist and he pulls me against his chest. Staring down at me, his blue eyes darken as he licks my hand. He moves his tongue like he’s pretending my hand is my pussy.

My cheeks heat and I feel my panties growing wet.

Nope, this is not the place.

Removing my hand from his mouth, I step back and squeeze my thighs together.

“I'm glad to see you’re feeling much better. But you will pay for that, big guy.”

Grayson pulls me back to his chest and I feel his semi against my stomach. “Is that a threat or a promise, Angel?”

I push against his chest, trying to get away from his naughty caveman ass, but he doesn’t let me go.

“You’re being a caveman right now, Bear.” I try to sound angry, but it comes out more like I want to take his freaking pants off.

“Mhmm. You keep telling yourself you hate that part of me, pretty girl, and I will deny how every time you sass me, I want to shove my cock inside your sweet pussy so hard you forget your name.”

My mouth drops open and I know my face is the color of a tomato. Grayson chuckles and swipes his thumb over my bottom lip. “I had to get you out of your head and start thinking about another head.”

“Grayson!”

I’m about to drop dead on his parents’ lawn, embarrassed and fucking soaked.