Forever And Ever

67. Emery

I look up at Grayson and grin.

"What're you thinking, baby?" He tucks my hair behind my ear.

"Can we go to my room?" I tilt my head.

He picks me up and carries me to my bedroom.

He tosses me onto the bed and leans his face over mine, making me giggle.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close.

"You didn't flinch that time," he whispers.

"What?" I wrinkle my nose and pull back so I can see his face.

"When I leaned over you. You didn't flinch," a smile tugs at his lips. "You've flinched every other time."

"You wouldn't ever force me to do something I don't want to. I know that. I trust you. Not the way—not
like—"

I trail off, not bothering to finish the sentence.

His smile grows and he rubs his nose against my neck.

"I love you, Gray," I twist my fingers in his hair.

"I love you too," he presses a soft kiss to my neck.

My bedroom door opens and someone clears their throat.

"Knock much?" I mutter.

"I probably should knock more," Leia says awkwardly.

"Don't be acting so goddamn awkward, Leia. It's not like you just walked in on us having sex or something," I snort.

When I don't hear her reply, I look over Grayson's head.

"And she left," I sigh.

I look back at Grayson and he's smiling at me.

"What?" I brush his hair back.

"I just love you so so much," he kisses me softly.

I smile and he rests his forehead against mine.

"Speaking of her not walking in on us having sex," he whispers against my ear.

I bite my lip and my eyes flutter shut.

He tugs at my bathing suit top and I nod eagerly, tugging it off.

"Gray, we need—we—protection," I gasp as he kisses his way down my body.

"I have protection, I grabbed one out of the car," he murmurs. "But if you don't want to, we won't."

I nod again and he hooks his fingers in my bottoms.

"Say it, Emmy," he takes my face in his hands. "Tell me what you want. Yes or no."

"Yes. Please, yes," I help him pull my bottoms off.

He strips out of his bathing suit and opens the package.

He flips us over so that I'm straddling him and smirks.

"I think I like it better this way," his eyes twinkle mischievously.

He bucks his hips, pushing himself inside of me and I moan, moving my hips with him.

He speeds up and my moans get louder. I clamp a hand over my mouth and bite my palm.

"Fuck," he groans, his fingers digging into my thighs.

"Gray," I whimper, moving my hips faster as I feel myself get close.

He closes his eyes and matches his thrusts to the way my hips are moving.

I moan loudly as I finish before collapsing in his arms.