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“Yes, Mother. I’m very sure. I love you both. That won’t ever stop.”

JD put his arm around his wife, tears in his eyes. “Love you, too, sweetheart. We’ll talk next week.” He squeezed Loretta’s shoulder. “Dear?”

“Of course. I just want you to be happy, Tinsley. If this is what makes you happy, I suppose I have to be brave and let you go. You’ll both come for dinner the weekend after next. Promise?”

“Promise.” Tinsley hugged them again, then smiled and slipped her hand into Grady’s and walked to his truck.

He held the door for her, tossed her bag in the back, and climbed behind the wheel. He looked over at her. “That went better than I expected.”

Tinsley blinked a tear from her eyes. “It went exactly as I expected.”

Grady reached over and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’re leaving your home. That’s a big thing. It must be a bit sad for you.”

She shook her head, looked up at the house, and blinked the tears away. “No. I’m finally starting my life—the one I was always meant to have.”

“Where are we going, darlin’?”

She smiled at him. “I know this pretty spot down by a river.”

“Do you, now?” He grinned and put the truck in gear.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Grady thrust inside Tinsley. She trembled at the first touch, and he momentarily stilled. She stared into his eyes, and he saw unconditional love in those blue depths. He was lost in her. She owned his soul completely. He moved in and out of her. His dick dragged along her clit with each slow thrust as he brought himself almost all the way out of her and then slid back in.

She trembled around him with each stroke, and he fucking loved that. He rocked against her, his body over hers, his weight on his arms, his palms on the bed. He increased his pace, slowly building her up. His eyes trailed to her breasts, watching them jiggle with every movement. He dropped his head and sucked hard on one nipple and then the other before increasing his speed until he was slamming into her hard and fast. She cried out and clutched him, her pussy clenching around him, her eyes heating and her legs wrapped tight around his waist.

He loved every fucking second of it.

Her head went back, and her mouth dropped open, and she slid over the edge. It was the sweetest thing to watch. He’d never tire of the look on her face when he made her come.

Grady slowed his pace, fighting his own release, wanting this to last. Christ, he wanted to keep his dick buried in her tight pussy forever.

“Grady,” she cried out, and her body quivered around him as he pounded into her. The sound of his name on her lips sent him over the edge, and he came long and hard.

“Fuck, baby. So good.”

She rode out her orgasm as he pumped into her with several more long, slow strokes.

He sucked air in and out of his lungs and brushed the hair from her face as her legs dropped from around his waist. He slid free, and she moaned as if she missed the contact.

He fell to the bed next to her and gathered her close. She burrowed against him, her head resting on his chest.

His fingertips trailed up and down her spine.

She giggled. “I’m so happy right now, baby.”

He loved hearing her laugh almost as much as he loved hearing her call him baby. He was the most relaxed he’d been since that night at the lake house. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he closed his eyes and thanked God once more. Knowing how close he came to losing her made each moment with her precious.

“Come on.” He stood, then grabbed her and put her over his shoulder and carried her into the shower. He flipped the water on, checking the temperature before he pulled her naked body under the spray. He poured body wash into his cupped hand, then soaped her slick body, stroking over every curve and hollow. Turning her back to his chest, he wrapped his arms around her and paid special attention to her breasts, toying with her nipples until she moaned. Then one hand dipped between her legs.

Her head fell against his shoulder, and his mouth found her neck as he separated her folds and stroked her clit.

She stuttered in a breath.

“Sensitive?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm,” she moaned.