“Every second,” I say thickly. Every goddamn fucking second. I never want to go through that again.
He lets out a shaky breath. “It’s so nice to be home again.” He laughs. “I need a shower.”
“We can have one later.”
His hold tightens at my words, and then he steps back, giving me room to get the bowls out. He looks at the third bowl. Riley’s bowl.
“How is he doing?”
Using a serving spoon, I scoop equal portions into the bowls. “Better than when he first got here, though I think he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Lake grabs some forks and piles them next to the steaming bowls. “He said you’d bought him some stuff. And that you even help him with his homework.”
If that’s what he calls “helping.” “Just trying to make him feel comfortable. Tag, you’re it.”
He kisses me on the cheek. “What did you get?”
“Not a lot, just a few changes of clothes, new school uniform, some school supplies, and a new phone. I know you wanted to take him shopping, so I got some essentials, and that’s all.”
“We could go shopping on Saturday?” he says hopefully. “He’ll need a suit for the wedding.”
“We got one for him from the same place I got mine.” It cost a small fortune, but it’s still on Sebastian’s credit card, soI’m happy to keep adding zeros. “Saturday is good, though.” I’ll brave whatever crowds I have to if that’s what he wants.
He smiles, showing teeth. “We’re getting married Sunday!”
“We are.” Christ, we’re gettingmarried. Surreal. The most important thing that I’ve ever done in my life.
Riley knocks on the doorframe, the rest of him hidden out of view. “Is it safe to come in?”
“Yeah, we finished canoodling,” Lake answers.
He peeks around. “Finished what?”
“Just come in, kid,” I say, placing a fork in each bowl.
He helps Lake put place mats on the table, and when we all sit down to eat together, everything seems to click into place, like it’s all complete now.
Chapter twenty-six
Lake
Warmwaterbeatsonmy back, so satisfying after the weeks I’ve had. Even better is the way that Grady is kissing me. Deep and slow and all-consuming. My hands easily sweep over his muscles, dipping into each groove and curve down to his perfect, round ass.
“Best shower I’ve had”—can’t resist feeling his lips again—“in weeks,” I gasp.
“Mmm.” Grady’s beard grazes my cheek, chin, and further down as he explores me like he’s trying to relearn me. Every time we’re together, he proves his mouth could be worth millions. Billions. Trillions. Too bad it’s all mine.
Fingers glide between my ass cheeks, and he bites down gently on my nipple at the same time.
Yeah, that’s— “Magic mouth,” I moan.
Grady smiles and licks, tingles moving across me like rippling waves, in tune with the shower’s spray.
He nudges me backward, pressing me against the cold glass wall. The stark temperature difference between the glass and his warm chest is strangely erotic. A push and pull that’s like ice cream on a hot summer day.
“I’m never going to look at ice cream the same way again.”
He doesn’t falter, moving to my opposite nipple. “Why?” He wraps his hands around both our dicks, stroking lightly. I cry out, arching my hips to add pressure, clinging to him. I can feel his wedding ring on every slide, and it makes everything better.
