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My grip on reality slips as Levi drives into me with a ferocity that promises no return. The room echoes with the sounds of flesh against flesh.
I’m spiraling, every cell alight with impending release. My moans grow louder, shameless in their need. Levi’s rhythm falters, his own pleasure cresting as he seeks his climax. But they hold back, waiting, watching me unravel again.
“Let go, Brielle,” Levi grunts, his voice strained with effort and desire.
The dam breaks, and pleasure obliterates me, my body convulsing around them both. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids, each pulse of gratification stronger than the last. I’m soaring, free-falling into an abyss of ecstasy.
Grayson’s control snaps, his release hot and urgent as it spills onto my tongue. Our moans mingle, a testament to the raw intensity shared between us. Moments later, Levi follows, his warmth flooding me, the final note in our carnal concerto.
23
GRAYSON
I’m still catching my breath, the sheets twisted around my bare legs. Brielle’s head rests against my chest, her soft curves melding into me like we’re two pieces of a puzzle that just found their perfect fit. I can feel the steady rise and fall of her breathing, a soothing rhythm that lulls me into a state of tranquility.
Levi, he’s another story—standing across the room, slipping into his jeans. No lingering gazes or tender touches from him. He’s all about the heat of the moment, the chase, the thrill. But once the fire burns out, he’s ready to move on, leaving the embers to cool without a second glance.
“Levi,” I call out with a chuckle, “you ever gonna stick around long enough for a cuddle?”
He shoots me a smirk over his shoulder, that all-too-familiar glint in his eyes. “You know that’s not my style, Grayson.”
I turn back to Brielle, her golden-brown hair fanning out on the pillow, a stark contrast to the white cotton.
I hadn’t thought that anything would happen between us again, but I’m so happy it did.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Brielle’s face. “I’m still wondering how the two of you ended up in bed together? Last I checked you two couldn’t even stand to look at each other.”
Her eyelids flutter open, revealing pools of green flecked with gold. There’s a story there, in those depths, something that explains the magnetic pull that drew us together despite all reason.
“Grayson, it’s?—”
Her words are cut short as my phone blares from the nightstand. The sharp ring slices through the quiet aftermath of our passion, demanding attention. I reach for it, the device cold and impersonal in my hand, an unwelcome intruder in this intimate space.
“Damn timing,” I mutter, thumbing the answer button after seeing Conrad’s name written across the screen.
“Conrad?” I answer, pressing the phone to my ear.
“Gray, you gotta—” His voice is a garbled rush of panic, syllables tumbling over each other in their urgency.
“Whoa, slow down, man.” I prop myself up with one elbow, the sheet slipping from around my waist. Brielle’s gaze lingers on me, her concern mirroring mine, while Levi pauses, one arm through his shirtsleeve, watching.
“Sorry, it’s just—it’s my sister, Nina,” Conrad manages, his breath hitching. “She’s been?—”
“Take a breath, Con. What happened?” I urge him gently.
“Hit by a car. She’s at the hospital. Gray, I—” He chokes on the words, the vulnerability in his voice something I’ve rarely heard from him.
“Hey, hey, I’m on my way.” The promise slides out without hesitation. I throw the covers off and stand, all thoughts of lingering warmth and soft skin evaporating as cold reality sets in.
“Thanks,” he says, a whisper of relief audible even through the static.
“Of course,” I reply, ending the call. My mind races with images of Conrad’s younger sister, always bright and full of life, now laid up in a sterile hospital room.
“What’s going on?” Levi asks.
“Conrad’s sister, Nina,” I say, my voice low, shaking with the effort to keep it level. “Hospital. Car accident.” The words feel like lead in my mouth.
“Shit,” Levi hisses, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “He seemed off last night.”
