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Mercy, the man was built.
“You didn’t have all these muscles way back when,” she muttered.
He made a grunt of agreement, but he had to put the pause button on the chest kisses so he could rid himself of his boots and jeans. She helped with the boxers and had to mentally repeat what she’d thought seconds earlier.
The man was certainly built.
“I can probably find a bed,” he offered.
But she shook her head. She didn’t want to go searching through the house for a bed when her body was on fire. The floor would work just fine.
Gray got on the condom, and he reversed their positions so that his back was against the door. He hauled her onto his lap, giving Alana some amazing flashbacks of when they’d had sex in his truck. At least this time they wouldn’t get bruises from banging into the gear stick.
He pushed inside her, and all thoughts of gear-stick bruises vanished. Everything vanished, maybe even the air itself, except for Gray and the pleasure he was giving her. He made sure that pleasure kept spiking, too, by moving inside her. By pushing her up, up, up to the peak.
Alana wanted to take hold of this urgent need. Wanted to grab it and make it last. But there was no way she could. Not with Gray hitting the best of her hot spots. Not with him making sure he was doing everything possible to send her flying.
And that’s exactly what he did.
Taking her mouth in a hot hungry kiss, he pushed into her, and her body had no choice but to surrender. She went flying, and seconds later, Gray followed right along with her.
Alana felt the spasms of her own body blend with his. They certainly hadn’t lost any steps in drawing out every ounce of pleasure there was to be had. Part of that pleasure was holding him. Of having their now-sweat-dampened bodies pressed against each other while their breaths gusted and they came back to earth.
She smiled at the slack, sated feeling that washed over her. Smiled, too, at all the other things she was feeling. Not feelings of guilt or doubt. Not worrying about what might happen next. Nope. Alana just wanted to hold on to this moment.
Gray held on as well. Making a sound that let her know he, too, was sated and slack, he dropped a soft kiss on the crook of her neck. He held her while their hearts and breathing leveled out.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, moving her off him. She groaned and was about to protest, but then he added, “Don’t get dressed yet.”
So, maybe he had seconds in mind, which suited her just fine. In fact, at the moment she would have probably agreed to pretty much anything.
She got an amazing peep show of his butt and back when he headed toward the bathroom. Yes, indeed. That was a sight for her memory banks.
The peep show continued after Gray returned from the bathroom, and this time Alana got a long, glorious look at his frontside. His amazing face, too. If he was having any regrets about what had just happened between them, he wasn’t showing it. In fact, he was smiling.
He came back to her, kissed her, and Alana was pulling him against her again when his phone rang. Both of them cursed the interruption, and Alana cursed some more when the kissing stopped while Gray located his phone in the pile of clothes on the floor.
“It’s my dad,” he grumbled.
She saw the debate he was having, and after a few seconds, Gray finally answered. He opened his mouth to say something, but his father spoke first. Even though Gray hadn’t put the call on speaker, Alana had no trouble hearing David since Gray was right next to her.
“I’m on my way now to Sadie Jo’s so we can talk. You need to know the truth,” the man said. “And that truth is I slept with Sadie Jo, and I’m your biological father.”
CHAPTER FIVE
GRAYDIDN’TPACEwhile he waited for his dad to show up and explain what the hell he’d meant when he’d delivered the bombshell minutes earlier.
I slept with Sadie Jo, and I’m your biological father.
On the surface, that confession was self-explanatory, but as far as Gray was concerned, his dad owed him a whole bunch of explanations. Not just about why he’d lied to Gray all these years but why he’d betrayed his wife and had an affair. Why he’d convinced his wife that they should raise the child who would always be positive proof of that betrayal.
“It’d probably be better if I left,” Alana muttered while she put on her shoes. Like him, she’d dressed as soon as Gray had ended the call to wait for his visitor.
“No.” He couldn’t say that fast enough, and while it wasn’t especially fair that Alana would have to be privy to what could turn into a shouting match and an exchange of some mean words, Gray wanted her with him.
Even if with him was the last place she should be.
He’d gotten her to break that damn vow of chastity, had gotten her to open up herself and her heart to him. And that could turn out to be a big-assed mistake. He could end up hurting her all over again.
