Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Grayson’s laugh is strained. “Again, baby? You’re so greedy.” He doesn’t stop stroking my clit, doesn’t stop fucking Derek.
I don’t know if I come again, or if it’s just a second wave of the last orgasm. It doesn’t matter. Grayson shudders and his grip on Derek’s shoulder goes white-knuckled. I swear I actually hear him come on Derek’s back. Grayson presses a kiss to his neck and eases back. “Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”
My husband disappears into our bathroom and returns a few moments later with a washcloth. He takes his time wiping up his mess and then smiles down at us. “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year,” I murmur.
Derek eases out of me and moves to my side. “Get rid of that and get back here. I have six days of missing out on you two to make up for.”
Grayson’s smile widens. “I am so fucking happy that you’re here, Derek.”
A few minutes later, we’re all in bed together. It feels more perfect than I could have imagined. To be pressed between them, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies, followed by mouths. Followed by more fucking.
We finally manage to get some sleep sometime before dawn. I open my eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the windows. We forgot to close the curtains.
Derek lays sprawled out on our bed, his hand wedged firmly between my thighs as if he couldn’t resist touching me even in sleep. Grayson is pressed against his back, his shock of dark hair barely visible at the curve where Derek’s wide shoulders meet his neck.
I don’t know what the future holds. I know there will be challenges and difficulties just like there always are, but I have utter faith that we’ll be able to see our way through. We have so much history of friendship with Derek, it almost feels like he’s slipped seamlessly into our life.
Happiness bubbles up inside me and I scoot closer to Derek. Grayson’s hand comes around his waist and strokes my hip. Yes. This is so incredibly perfect, only made more so by the knowledge that it doesn’t end with the rising sun.
We can have this happiness, this joy, this perfection.
Forever.