by Jordyn White
I groan and press him hard against me, panting as I curl inward and spread my legs further. Intense waves of pleasure pulse outward from my clit, rising and rising as he licks me eagerly and fucks me with his fingers.
I urgently hang on to his shoulders as I climb to the pinnacle, my legs trembling. He flicks his tongue hard over me, thrusts me with now three fingers, and I let out a long, yearning cry as I’m shattered into a hundred glittering pieces.
I let out one sharp, short cry after another as he expertly leads me from one peak to the next, slowly bringing me down until I’m a limp, panting, puddle on his bed.
He gently removes his fingers and I’m left tingling and gazing at him with heavy eyes. He places a firm kiss on the middle of my inner thigh and I shiver slightly.
His gaze meets mine then and my heart skips a beat when I see the hot longing in his eyes. I don’t know if I have strength enough to receive that longing, but I’m about to find out. Keeping his eyes on mine, he crawls up to me. I try to scoot up farther on the bed to give us a better base, but I’m too weak to do it very effectively. He effortlessly lifts me and moves me up. I raise my knees and he settles on top of me, his bulging cock hitting its mark.
One stroke inside my sensitive channel is all it takes. The fire is rising in me again. I exhale sharply as I grip his firm ass, squeezing him.
“Do you like that?” he asks huskily, rocking me firmly.
I nod, too weak to speak.
“How much do you like it?” I’m tightening around him.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
Supporting himself on his elbow, he grabs my hair and presses his forehead against mine. Still rocking me hard, he holds my eyes.
“You feel so good, baby. I missed you so much.”
The pleasure in my body kicks into a higher place and I clamp even harder around him. He groans and closes his eyes, diving deep into me again and again.
“Look at me,” I whisper.
His eyes flutter open, then close again in pleasure. He kisses me deeply, thrusting into me faster. I’m peaking higher as he penetrates me repeatedly. He lifts his head back just enough to lock his gaze with mine.
My entire body flushes hot and my heart is pounding out of my chest. His cock hardens even more as he continues to ride me and I see he’s close. I’m close too and starting to tremble.
“I love you,” I whisper as we move together, holding each other’s eyes.
He grunts and closes his eyes briefly. Almost there, baby. I’m peaking right along with him.
He opens his eyes and I’m shuddering with barely contained pleasure. I whisper again, “I love you.”
“I love you, Chloe,” he says tightly, then contracts sharply over me as we both come together. He drops his weight fully on me and I shudder underneath him as he sends me into a place of pure bliss. When it’s over, my legs drop heavily, too drained to do anything more. I weakly bring one hand to the back of his head and into his hair, lightly caressing him.
He comes up, cradles my face in one hand, and looks at me like I’m a pure wonder. Still panting softly, I give him a dopey smile. “How have I survived twenty-five years without you?” he asks.
I shrug, still smiling but too worn out to be much use. My eyelids are heavy. My whole body is heavy and warm and so, so happy.
He laughs lowly and gently rearranges us until I’m nestled in his arms, which are wrapped tightly around me.
I close my eyes and feel my body getting heavier.
“Sleepy, darling?” He gently kisses my forehead.
I nod my head slowly, my eyes still closed. His arms feel so good. He smells so amazing. I love him so much.
My eyes stay closed as he does a bit of reaching. I relax even more as he pulls the soft covers over our intertwined bodies. I slide into a warm, satisfying sleep.
The next morning, I’m pulled out of my cozy sleep when Grayson quietly gets out of the bed. I blink groggily at his back as he sneaks into the bathroom and closes the door silently. I indulge in a slow stretch, wishing I could stay in Grayson’s bed forever.
Though, apparently, my bladder will have none of that. My stomach growls for good measure. I look at the clock on the nightstand: eleven o’clock. No wonder I’m starving.
I sigh. I have to leave for the airport in five and a half hours. Six maybe. I consider how long it might take me to get through security on a Sunday afternoon and wonder how far I can push it. Six and a half hours?
I hear the shower water turn on.
That’s definitely not helping my bladder.
Still buoyant from another heavenly night of Grayson, I crawl out of bed and find another bathroom. When I’m finished I return to the bedroom, intending to crawl back into bed, but decide to make us breakfast instead. I don’t know what he has in mind for that, but I’m too hungry to wait to find out.
I find my panties, slip on his button-down shirt, and pad barefoot down the stairs and into the kitchen. After acquainting myself with his pantry, I get started on some French toast.
I’m just laying the first pieces in the pan when I hear his voice upstairs.
“Chloe?”
My heart clenches instantly, responding to the faint hint of panic in his voice. God, how could I be so stupid? “I’m here!” I call quickly.
He appears on the landing, a navy blue towel wrapped around his waist. I see the relief on his face before he wipes it away, smiling at me.
“Are you making breakfast?” He starts coming down the stairs. God, he looks yummy. Maybe I’ll just eat him up instead.
I meet him at the base of the stairs. “I figured I owe you.”
He pulls me in firmly and gives me a kiss. “I thought you’d gone,” he confesses quietly.
“I know, I’m sorry.” I squeeze him. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“You know, I think you were right about this whole being in love thing,” he says smiling.
“Right about what?”
“It makes you stupid.”
I smile back, but as I think back to the Morning After the Night of Grayson, I grow more serious. His smile fades too, and he watches me, waiting. “You know,” I say quietly, “when I left before, it was because I thought staying with you was the safe thing to do. I thought I’d be letting myself get caught up in a man. And, in a way, it would have been. Back then. I really did need time to figure myself out and just be me. You know?”
He nods.
“But,” I continue softly, “in some ways, running away was the safe thing to do. It was the easy way out. Staying with you, that would’ve been the risk.”
“And you’re feeling ready for that risk now?”
I nod.
“You’re sure?”
I sigh. “I really, really, really don’t want to get on that plane today.”
He takes my face in his hands. “Then don’t. Stay with me, Chloe. Today,” he kisses me on the nose, “tomorrow,” he kisses me on the forehead, “forever.” He kisses me on the mouth.
I kiss him back, falling and falling and letting Grayson catch me. Because that’s finally the one thing that makes sense.
We pull apart and I look into those stunning blue eyes. My Grayson.
Then I say out loud—and with my whole body and mind and soul—what my heart felt all those months ago.
“Yes,” I say. “I’ll stay.”
The End
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BOOKS BY JORDYN WHITE
THE FIREWORK GIRLS
“Like an addictive TV show where you feel like you’re friends with the characters and are glued to every development.” - SPR
FORBIDDEN HEAT
Isabella and Shane (Firework Girls #1)
MIDNIGHT HEAT
Chloe and Grayson (Firework Girls #2)
ETERNAL HEAT
Ashley and Erik (Firework Girls #3)
NUCLEAR HEAT
Sam and Jack (Firework Girls #4)
HANDLE THE HEAT
A Firework Girls Short Story
Sam and Jack (Firework Girls #4.5)
HOLIDAY HEAT
Bobby and Sophie (Firework Girls #5)
THE BEAUTIFUL RIVERS SERIES
“I loved the Firework Girls series but I think I'm loving Beautiful Rivers more!” – Mary M, Five-star Amazon review
BEAUTIFUL MINE
Connor and Whitney (Beautiful Rivers #1)
BEAUTIFUL FALL
Lizzy and Brett (Beautiful Rivers #2)
BEAUTIFUL DARK
Corrine and Mason (Beautiful Rivers #3)
BEAUTIFUL DEEP
Rayce and Emma (Beautiful Rivers #4)
BEAUTIFUL LIES (a novella)
Rita and Dallas (Beautiful Rivers #5)
HEARTS ON FIRE SERIES
HEART OF GLASS
Mia and Luke (Hearts on Fire #1)
LOVE ON THE ROCKS
Raven and Spencer (Hearts on Fire #2)
Coming summer of 2019
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