Page 170 of On the Breakaway

“You think it’s funny?” I ask, holding myself above her.

“Maybe.” She bites her lip, and that’s all it takes before my body’s buzzing back to life.

I give her a quick kiss on the lips, then slide down the bed, doing something I’ve never even thought about doing before.

Her eyes darken. “Grayson, what are you doing?”

“I didn’t get you off yet,” I smirk, placing a slow kiss on her thigh.

She looks down at me, her breath coming in short bursts.

“You’re not seriously going to–”

“Stop talking and let me clean up my mess.” I settle in between her legs, body heating unexpectedly at the sight of my cum mixing with hers. The hungry way she’s watching me makes what I’m about to do even more worth it.

I lean forward, sliding my tongue across her slit, and her entire body arches off the bed. Licking small circles across her clit, my hand settles on her stomach, holding her in place. Then, I dip my tongue into her, the taste of us coating my tongue, and just like that, my cock’s ready for round two.

I pulse my tongue into her. “We taste so good together, baby.”

Her hand grabs onto my hair, guiding me as I lose myself in the rhythm of it, switching between teasing her clit, and sliding my tongue into her.

“Grayson, holy shit.” Her words are shaky.

“Want a taste?” I smirk, wiping my chin. My fingers slide into her and curl the exact way she likes. She grips my hair tighter.

Then I pull them out, sliding them up her body and along her lips until she sucks them into her mouth and moans. Her tongue swirls around me, and my mouth drops back to her clit.

I work her faster now, using my free hand to glide two fingers inside her, until she’s clenching around me.

I don’t stop, even as her teeth tighten around my fingers. I don’t stop until she’s coming undone under me, her entire body shaking as the orgasm rips through her.

Then I slide up the bed, kissing her slowly as we curl up next to each other.

“That was a first.” She says, voice thick with surprise.

“For both of us,” I say, kissing her shoulder. “I don’t know what the hell got into me.”

“Whatever it was,” she eyes me, “it can stay.”

I chuckle, voice rough. “If it’s staying, then I’m staying too.”

My arms lock around her, and she settles against me, head lying on my chest.

“I’m glad you showed up tonight.” She whispers, hand drawing lazy swirls along my tattoo.

“Me too.”

And when sleep finally overtakes me, I’m thinking about how I’m two games into one of the biggest series of my career, but I’d rather stay wrapped up right here, with her, forever.

33

Grayson

The smell of coffee and bacon fills Avery’s apartment long before either of us says more than three words to each other.

Sunlight spills through the kitchen windows, catching on the steam rising from the coffee pot and turning the entire room golden. Outside, the city is just starting to wake up. Cars are hurrying by, horns blaring in the distance.

But inside, everything feels slow. It’s the kind of morning I had no idea I’d been craving until I found it.