“Oh fuck, I’m close,” she yells, and I keep my rhythm. I pump in and out, feeling her swell around me. This feeling, being lost inside her, is one I could do forever. Our souls connect in a way they never have before, and I am so in love with this fantastic, fearless woman; it’s unbelievable.
“Come for me, Bee. Let go and give me all of you.” She lets out a cry, and I feel her shake under me. Her head falls back and I feel her walls tighten around me. I drink her in, her flushed cheeks, with her freckles hidden underneath. The swell of her breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths. I follow not far behind, groaning as I fill her up. I am so gone for this woman, it is wild. She makes me feel complete, like she is the missing piece in my life. I look down at her and grin. She looks stunning, my honey bee. I pull out and stand up, leaning down to kiss her on her swollen lips.
“Cmon, let’s get you showered, Bee,” I say as I pick her up off the couch and head to my room.
I clean her up and give her one of my shirts to sleep in. She crawls into bed, looking beautiful in my clothes. She cuddles up to me, some of her hair in my face. She smells sweet, like honey and fresh-cut wildflowers.
“Thank you, Greyson, for everything,” she says, and I hear her breath slow as she falls asleep.
“Anything for you, Bee, my heart is yours to keep,” I whisper and slowly fall asleep, too.
Chapter 19
Greyson
She was asleep in my bed, curled into my chest like she belonged there.
And hell if she didn’t.
Her breath moved softly against my skin, one leg thrown over mine, her fingers still loosely laced with mine like she didn’t want to let go. I wasn’t sure how long I stared at the ceiling, wide awake with a thousand thoughts buzzing around in my head, but not one of them included letting her go.
I was so far gone for her.
For my honey bee.
Everything about her had sunk into me in ways I couldn’t shake: her fire, quiet strength and how she carried herself like she was still learning to take up space again. The sex? Yeah, it was incredible. Raw and slow and somehow more than just physical. But it was everything after, her falling asleep in my arms and the way she whispered she wanted all of this. That knocked the wind out of me.
I wasn’t used to being someone’s anchor.
And yet, with Blair, it felt like second nature.
I slipped out of bed gently, pulling on a T-shirt and running a hand through my hair. She didn’t stir. I wanted her to sleep. God knows she needed it. She’s been wound tight for weeks, between Madison’s pregnancy and the publishing deal. With the weight of everything with her parents, she’d barely had a chanceto breathe.
And then there was the other thing. The one she hadn’t said out loud again yet, but that I could feel thrumming beneath the surface, the memory of what had driven her away from this town. From her family. From herself.
I padded into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. My phone buzzed just as it finished brewing.
Madison:
Bring snacks and caffeine. The baby is currently doing cartwheels on my bladder.
I smiled. Blair had been spending more time at her place again, especially during the afternoons. Madison swore she could only relax when Blair was around. And I liked that, watching Blair care for someone, watching her feel needed. She was good at that, even when she didn’t know it.
I grabbed a bag of mini donuts from the pantry, threw together two iced coffees, and headed out the door.
“You look like you haven’t slept,” Madison said when I walked in.
Her belly practically swallowed her entire lap. She had her feet propped up on a stack of throw pillows and a notebook balanced on her bump.
“Didn’t,” I admitted. “Not because I couldn’t, I didn’t want to.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “So Blair stayed over last night?”
“She did.”
“And?”
I gave her a pointed look. “We’re not having that conversation.”
