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“I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”
I nod. “Okay. Okay, don’t say anything.”
“Rachel’s pregnant,” he blurts.
I gasp.
He rushes to add, “She’s not very far along. They didn’t want to tell anyone, but she asked for water instead of wine…so I had a feeling.”
“Oh, God. After the two miscarriages, I don’t blame them for not wanting to say anything. I promise I won’t say a word that you told me. And you’re right. We can’t tell them right now.”
“We will. When the time is right, we will. I promise,” he says softly.
I nuzzle into him for a beat, and then I pull back. “Thanks for telling me.”
He nips my lips with his for another kiss that’s far too short, and then he backs up out of my reach.
I take it as my cue, and he walks me out.
When I arrive back at his house the next morning, Grayson answers the door.
Without a shirt.
Wearing only gray sweatpants.
God bless gray sweatpants. And their inventor.
My eyes flick down to the bulge in those sweet, sweet sweats, and I can see the rather grand outline of his semi-hard dick.
Sigh.
I snag my bottom lip between my teeth as that familiar feeling of need darts right through me straight to my core.
I clear my throat. “Is my brother here?”
He raises a brow and slowly shakes his head. “They left for the museum an hour ago.”
“You know I have work to do, don’t you?” I say, a whole big dose of sassiness in my tone as I set my hand on my hip.
“Yep. And I have work to do, too.” He yanks me into his house, and I giggle as I fall into him. He kicks the door shut behind me, and his mouth falls to mine. “I need you here with me,” he says, his words punctuated with kisses. He tightens his arms around me. “Fuck, I missed you. More than I thought I would.”
“I missed you, too,” I admit. More than I thought I would, but I can’t add that to my previous statement as he has intensified the kiss and now his tongue is thrashing wildly against mine and God do I want him.
So I’ll be a few petit fours short of the extras I was planning to make.
This will be fully worth it.
We don’t make it past the entryway. He shoves his hand down into my leggings. I didn’t dress up to come here and bake, and he groans as he feels how wet I already am.
I mean…have you seen him? And those sweats? Of course I’m freaking wet. He’s walking sex, and I’m absolutely powerless against his magic.
“Oh fuck,” he snarls at me as I grapple for his cock. I rub him on the outside of his sweats, and then I dip my hand in and fist him. I stroke down his generous length before I stroke back up, and he shoves his hips toward me to show me he likes that.
“Fuck it,” he mutters, and he pulls his hand out and yanks my leggings down. He pulls them all the way off, moving down so I’m no longer able to feel him, and when he straightens up again, he lifts me by my ass. I link my legs around his waist, and he yanks his sweats down, pulls himself out, and aligns with my pussy.
He thrusts his way in as he holds me. He shifts us until my back is against the front door, and then he really starts to move.
He drives into me as I grasp on around his neck, unable to really move or do much of anything except enjoy the ride.
