Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
My body yearns for Gray in ways I’ve never known before.
I unfasten his trousers, and he gathers the skirt of my dress up around my hips, then lifts me, pins me to the wall, pulls my panties aside, and slides right inside of me.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet.” He rests his forehead against mine.
“Do you think I can dance with you like that and not be turned on?” I gasp when he begins to move. “All I have to do is see you across the room and I get wet.”
He bites my bare shoulder, then groans, and I know he’s close to losing it.
I tighten around him and shiver. “God, Gray.”
“I fucking hate being without you.”
“I know.” I hold on for dear life. “I know, damn it.”
“Go over with me,” he commands, his eyes fierce and determined. “Do it.”
I can’t hold back. I couldn’t if I wanted to.
And when he finally sets me on my feet and steps back to right himself, I can’t help but stare at him and think again that he looks so much like a fierce Viking.
My Viking.
Except, he’s not mine.
“Would you like to come to my place when this party is over so we can talk things through and get back to where we left off?” he asks, and I frown in response.
“It’s really not that easy, Gray.”
He goes still. “What do you mean?”
“This,”—I gesture to the wall—“was great. But it doesn’t wipe the slate clean. I’m still really pissed at you, and I’m not sure I can trust you.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He rubs his hands over his face.
“You went behind my back, Grayson.”
“I was helping you.”
I shake my head. “The fact that you just don’t get it is exactly why I’m walking out of this room.”
“You know, maybe your dad was right. Maybe the age difference is a problem because you’re acting like a goddamn child.”
My head buzzes with anger, but I manage to keep my face completely neutral.
“Whatevs,” I say and turn to leave.
“Stella.”
“I’m gonna go play with my dolls now. No boys invited,” I toss over my shoulder and let the door slam shut behind me.
I have to pause with my hand braced on the wall so I don’t fall over.
God, it hurts. The fact that he just doesn’t seem to get it feels like the biggest betrayal of all. I thought I knew him. Why are we so far apart on this issue?
I take a deep breath and then walk back into the reception. The crowd looks like it’s thinned out some, but it’s nearly midnight, so that doesn’t surprise me.
“Where did you disappear to?” Danny asks me and passes me a glass of champagne.
“Gray just fucked me against a wall in a conference room.”
His eyebrows wing up in surprise. “Lucky. So, did you two kiss and make up?”
“No, I think we just made it worse.”
“Honey, if sex made it worse, you did it wrong.”
I smirk and take a sip of the bubbly, enjoying the way it tickles my nose. “What did I miss out here?”
“Absolutely nothing. Some of our guests are starting to leave, and B mentioned that it might be time for us to go, too, so I can have sex on my wedding day, and my maid of honor isn’t the only one getting all the action.”
“Hey, that’s not my fault,” I reply with a grin. “And, yes, you should go spend time with your new husband.”
“My husband.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and we stare at Brandon, who’s drinking whiskey and chatting with some work associates. “Isn’t he handsome?”
“No, Brandon’s hot, Danny. With a capital H.”
“That’s the truth,” he agrees. “We’re going to put our application in for adoption right away.”
I stop and stare at Danny for a full minute before I squeal with excitement and throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
“You mean I get to be Auntie Stella? Oh my God, Danny, I’m going to be the best auntie who ever lived. I promise.”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” he warns me. “Adoption can take a long time, especially for same-sex couples.”
“So dumb,” I mutter.
“I won’t argue with that.” He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For being my family.” He sobers and becomes more serious than I’ve ever seen him. “My family not only wouldn’t come to this wedding, but they haven’t spoken to me in years. But you just sort of took over as my sister, and you’ve never left my side. Not once.”
“Because you’re amazing,” I reply, perilously close to tears. “If your biological family can’t see you for the incredible person you are, if they can’t accept your husband, who treats you like fucking royalty, and be happy for your happiness…you don’t need them, Danny.”
He nods, but I can see that the hurt is eating at him.