She is.
“You’re everything,” I murmur against her skin before slowly pulling out of her. Amelia gasps at the loss but wraps herself around me tighter as I guide myself to lay beside her, pulling her leg over my hip and placing my cock at her entrance once more. “You’re mine,” I whisper hoarsely, pushing back inside her slowly but surely until we’re connected again from hips to chest—our hearts beating together now.
She runs a hand through my hair in affection, both of us lost in the aftermath, our breathing slowly evening out. I can’t deny the satisfaction of feeling Amelia’s body welcoming me back in as we come down from the high. Keeping my cock warm as the air around us cools, the sticky heat of our sex dissipating, leaving a sense of calm and contentment in its place.
In this moment, there is only us, only the beating of our hearts and the hushed whisper of our breaths.
We are one, and it’s a feeling I never want to lose.
THIRTY-EIGHT
A persistent,irritating buzz from the nightstand jolts me from my sleep. I groggily reach out to grab my phone, not wanting to disturb Grey, who’s curled up behind me, his warm, steady breaths tickling my ear.
We spent the entire day cocooned in this room, and it felt like a soothing balm for my weary soul, helping me repress the thoughts of what happened to me and my work.
I took my second shower of the day with him, his gentle hands washing away my worries and leaving me feeling cherished. Then, wrapped in oversized clothes that smelled of him, we cuddled for hours, watching vintage movies on his laptop until he made us some mac and cheese for dinner.
His touch never strayed far from me—a hand on my knee, fingers intertwined with mine, or an arm draped protectively over my waist. And after what he revealed about his parents, it was no wonder he felt like he needed to constantly reassure himself that I was there, safe and whole, and I found myself craving his touch just as much.
I loved every second of it.
As much as I loved what we did before.
I almost forget about the buzzing phone in my hand when I recall the things he did to me.
Bloody hell.
Getting fucked by Grey Donovan is something else.
And when he talked about Misha and Oliver touching me too…
The buzzing stops, only to start back up again. Reaching out for my glasses, I put them on and check the time. It’s the middle of the night.
But not for London.
I’m not surprised. I texted August earlier about my stolen laptop, work, and the bump on my head. As I try to extricate myself from Grey’s embrace to answer, he pulls me closer with a sleepy grunt.
I turn in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’ll be right back,” I whisper, and he makes an adorably disgruntled noise but loosens his hold, allowing me to slip out of bed.
Padding quietly to the door, I cast one last look at Grey’s sleeping form before stepping out into the hallway and closing the door gently behind me. Taking a deep breath, I answer the call. “Hey, Auggie,” I say quietly, moving further down the corridor to ensure I won’t disturb anyone.
“Meelie, I’m sorry. I know it’s late. Are you all right? Your text worried me.”
I lean against the wall, sighing. “I’m okay now. How about you? Feeling any better?”
“Not really,” he admits. “But never mind me. What happened?”
I run a hand through my hair, wincing as I brush the bump. “Someone broke into my flat, stole my work, and hit me over the head. I probably lost everything, and to be honest, I’m afraid to be alone in my flat now.”
“Where are you? Should I book you a hotel?” he offers, and I know he would probably book me the most opulent damn five-star hotel he could find in the area.
“Actually, I’m staying with some friends now.”
“Friends?” August’s voice carries a hint of surprise.
Yeah, who would have thought thatIhave friends?
“Well… maybe a bit more than that,” I confess, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. My heart races as I consider what I’m about to say, the truth of it settling deeper in my chest. The reality of the situation is dawning on me, and it’s terrifying and thrilling all at once.
