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  “You were right,” she said, when we were in the cab, driving toward the hotel where I had booked a suite for us. “This place is stunning.”

  I reached for Cara’s hand and she interlinked her fingers with mine. It was such a small gesture, but it caused warmth to spread through my chest. Maybe she was starting to feel the same way about me as I felt about her. I couldn’t bank on it, we’d had such a short time. But I could hope.

  The cab came to a stop in front of the hotel. It was one of the best in the city and I hadn’t spared a single cent booking our accommodations for the weekend. I didn’t want to take Cara to my shitty one-bedroom place close to the restaurant. I wanted to spoil her and treat her like the queen she was.

  A bellhop took our luggage up for us. Cara and I rode to the top where I had booked the penthouse. When the elevator doors opened into the corridor that led to the door, we stepped onto a plush carpet and I unlocked the door with my keycard.

  Cara gasped when she stepped into the suite. It was amazing, I had to admit, and I was really pleased with what I had arranged. The living room area was sunken, the couch backs on the same level as the floor all around it. Everything was decorated in white, black and chrome with beige and orange accents. The couches were white leather and a bouquet of red roses stood on the coffee table. A wet bar in the corner was stocked with every kind of expensive alcohol imaginable.

  “You didn’t have to go all out,” Cara said, turning to me.

  I shrugged with a smile. I knew I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. I wanted to give her everything.

  The bedroom was as spectacular as the living room. A modern king-sized bed took up the center of the room with plush pillows. A lady’s dresser, complete with dressing room lights, was fitted in the corner and two sliding doors opened onto a balcony. The bathroom was the size of Cara’s living room and she proclaimed as much when she saw it.

  When our luggage was taken care of and I had tipped the bellhop, Cara sat down on the couch and I walked to the bar.

  “What can I make you?” I asked.

  “Sparkling water for me, if that’s alright,” Cara said. I frowned. She had said no to alcohol every time. Maybe she didn’t drink.

  I poured myself two fingers of whiskey—the good stuff—and a glass of sparking water for Cara. I joined her with our drinks and sat down next to her.

  “Tomorrow we’ll go to the restaurant, and Caden and Harper will be there. Tonight, we can do whatever you feel like.”

  Cara smiled.

  “How about room service for dinner out on the balcony with this amazing view.”

  I nodded. “Done,” I said.

  Cara and I ordered food from the menu and it was delivered to our room on a trolley with silver domes. We had ordered seafood and steak, with ice cream for dessert. Cara and I sat on the balcony, enjoying the excellent dinner. It was perfect.

  When we were done, I cleared up the plates and left the trolley outside the door for the hotel staff to remove it. When I walked back to the balcony, Cara was leaning with her elbows on the rail, enjoying the view. I watched her for a moment. She was beautiful in every way. She had pulled the elastic out of her hair, and it now hung down her back in blonde waves.

  I walked to Cara and hugged her from behind. She put her arms over mine and we stood together for a while, admiring the twinkling lights that littered Seattle like fallen stars.

  I dipped my head and kissed Cara’s neck. Her skin was hot under my lips. She tipped her head to the side, giving me room. I kissed her neck and her bare shoulder. Cara turned her head and I kissed her on the lips, a kiss that was deep and sensual. Cara reached her hand up and placed it on my neck. It wasn’t long before she turned around, pressing the length of her body against mine. I was already hard in my pants.

  Cara was everything I’d ever wanted in a woman and I wanted her. I wanted her so badly. It wasn’t just about the sex, either. I wanted to be closer to her, connected in every way possible. I wanted to get rid of all of our clothes so that there was nothing between us.

  As if she was thinking the same thing, Cara slid her hands onto my chest and started with the top buttons of my shirt. When she had undone the top few, she pushed her hand into my shirt. It was warm on my bare chest and I pulled her tighter against me and ground my hips against her. She gasped softly into my mouth.

  Breaking the kiss, I took Cara by the hand and led her back into the hotel room. I didn’t switch on any of the lights. I didn’t close the door or draw the curtains. This high up we had perfect privacy and the dim light of the city outside was more than enough for us to see by. It gave everything a surreal, romantic quality.

  Chapter 20

  Cara

  Greyson led me inside and pulled me against him, kissing me. I had been thinking about the baby, about how I was going to tell him. I had been so worried about his reaction, especially breaking the news to him after all he had done for me here in Seattle.

  But then he kissed me and I’d stopped worrying about the baby and focused on Greyson and how he made me feel. Whenever I was with him, whenever he touched me, everything else fell away and it was just us. Nothing else mattered when it was the two of us.

  Of course, it couldn’t last forever. At some point I would have to talk to him and accept whatever reaction he had when I broke the news about the pregnancy.

  But that wasn’t now. I wasn’t there yet and when his lips came down on mine again, I stopped thinking altogether.

  The darkness in the room wrapped around us, cocooning us in a way. There was just enough light in the room to see each other by, coming from the light outside. It was perfect.

  Our kissing became more urgent. His lips mashed against mine, serious and delicious. Everything about him was serious tonight. Every time I was with him, it was different. The first time had been sudden and wild. The second had been careful and caring. Now it was urgent, almost desperate in a way I didn’t understand. It was like he was trying to say something to me that he didn’t know how to put into words.

  Well, that made two of us.

  No matter what Greyson did to me, no matter how it was between us, he managed to drive me crazy. The way he was with me pushed me to do things I hadn’t done with anyone before. It stopped me from doubting myself, from doubting where we were headed.

  “Cara,” Greyson mumbled through our kisses, and I loved the sound of my name on his lips when his words were so filled with desire. “I want you.”

  My lips opened for him and he slid his tongue into my mouth again, exploring, tasting, and swallowing my gasps and moans.

  “Then take me,” I said, against his lips. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him, too. But somehow, that wasn’t what had come out of my mouth.

  I wanted him, all of him. I wanted him to touch me, to taste me. I wanted him to explore my body with his hands, his mouth, and his cock. I wanted him to take everything he wanted from me. I wanted to give everything to him. I had never felt this way about anyone.

  Greyson moved from my mouth, nipping at my jaw. It was almost painful, but soon translated into pleasure again, and ran over my skin in waves of goosebumps. He kissed me, leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he moved down my neck. His lips and his tongue were hot.

  At the base of my neck, Greyson closed his lips, then sucked and nibbled at a spot I hadn’t known would do anything all, let alone drive me crazy with lust. I trembled, dripping wet into my panties. We had our arms around each other and my hands were on his back. I pushed my nails into his skin through the shirt, so I knew the sensation was only pleasure. Greyson groaned with his lips against my skin.

  As Greyson kissed and sucked my skin, he started undressing me. He unbuttoned the red blouse I was wearing, lifted his head away long enough to unclasp my bra and move to my jeans. I did the same for him, ridding him of his shirt, then unfastened his pants. I ran my hands over his smooth skin, tracing his muscles with my fingertips.

  When Greyson had me completely naked, I had
managed to strip him part way. I was panting and moaning, wishing he would take me already.

  Greyson carried me to the bedroom where he laid me on the huge bed and ran his hand to my breasts. I arched my back, rising toward him. Putting my hands over his, my breath was ragged as I clutched him to me. Greyson touched me, squeezing me, tugging at my nipples. I moaned and whimpered as he explored my body the way I wanted him to.

  I wanted more, but I wanted to give him what he had been giving me. I wanted to take control for a while.

  Nudging Greyson, he got the idea, rolling onto his back. His cock strained against his remaining clothes, and I pulled them off and his dick sprang free. I straddled his thighs and took his cock between my hands. Glancing at Greyson, I flipped my hair to the side and lowered my head to his cock. Greyson hissed with a sharp intake of breath when I closed my lips around his big cock and sucked him into my mouth.

  I bobbed my head up and down, sliding him in and out of my mouth as Greyson groaned, pushing his hands into my hair. He guided my head with his hands and I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth until I couldn’t get any more. I closed the rest of the distance with my hands, meeting my lips when I fucked him with my mouth until he cried out.

  “I’m not going to last,” Greyson said, in a husky voice as I looked up at him, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “You’re something else, babes,” Greyson said, and the pet name made my stomach flip.

  Greyson reached for my hand and pulled me closer to him. He reached for the side table where a condom was sitting and slipped it on. I moved up his body so that I straddled his hips. Reaching between my legs, I guided his cock to my entrance. I sat down on Greyson and we moaned together as I lowered myself onto him. When he was buried inside of me, my nerve endings on fire, I started bucking my hips.

  I rode him, rocking back and forth, watching his face as he stared at me with lips parted, eyes hooded, and his face riddled with pleasure. I loved seeing him like this, but my orgasm built first, the way it always did. My clit rubbed against his pubic bone, coaxing the flame inside of me into a roaring furnace. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure that coursed through me. It grew inside of me until I felt like it was going to consume me. I cried out when the orgasm took over and I curled forward, barely holding myself up with my hands on Greyson’s chest.

  My body was flooded with orgasmic pleasure, and it was all I could think about. Every time I was with Greyson it was better than the last. Every time it was so good I didn’t ever think it could get any better.

  I heard myself moan. Greyson growled deep in his throat, an animalistic sound that told me exactly what seeing me like this was doing to him, how feeling my pussy around his cock was pushing him to the edge as well.

  Greyson took over. As if he’d had enough of controlling himself, he lifted me off of him, using the strength he had held back every time we had been together. I rolled onto my back and he was on top of me in no time, fucking me hard. He pumped in and out of me, his hands on either side of my head, his face riddled with determination. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasure that came with his onslaught. His rhythm was primal, his desperation created from the self-control he had exacted until now, and I loved the idea that he was finally letting go. There was something beautiful about the raw strength that he showed me.

  I lifted my hips a little, meeting his thrusts, moving with Greyson. In that moment, something shifted between us. Something changed. Greyson’s eyes were on mine and I had the feeling he felt it, too. We were connected in a way we had never been before. I didn’t know where my body ended and his began, I didn’t know who we were as individuals anymore. Right this second, all I knew was the two of us, together.

  It scared the shit out of me. And it was perfect.

  I reached my hand and up and fisted it in his hair, pulling him down to kiss me. My aggression surprised both of us. But it pushed Greyson into another gear, as if he had waited for me to make that move. He fucked me harder and I cried out every time he pounded into me, letting go of every bit of reservation I had still held onto.

  My orgasm hit me like a wave, so powerful that I shuddered on the bed, unable to think or hear or see. I could only feel, and Greyson was right there with me. His lips, his chest, his hips pressed against mine.

  When it let up, Greyson did, too. He stopped moving and we lay pressed together in a puddle of sweat on the bed, our chests rising and falling in unison, his heart hammering against my ribs.

  “Fuck, Cara,” Greyson bit out. He looked like he was searching for words and couldn’t find them. So, I kissed him again. There was no need for words. They had become insignificant, empty compared to what was happening between us.

  Greyson pulled out of me and pushed up on his knees. He pulled me up and sat back. I climbed onto his lap and he pushed into me again. I sat with my legs around his waist legs and his cock pushing deep into me.

  I rocked back and forth and Greyson’s hands were on my ass, helping me. My breasts were pushed up against his chest and my face was a little above his. I leaned down and kissed him.

  We rocked harder and harder. Another orgasm built. I had never had anything this intimate with someone before, even during sex. We were pressed up against each other and when I opened my eyes, breaking the kiss, he stared into the very core of me with those eyes of his that were as almost a midnight blue in the dark.

  I orgasmed first, and Greyson released almost immediately after. We were in this together and we orgasmed together, riding out the wave of pleasure that wrapped around us, pulling us together like a ribbon.

  I gasped and moaned and Greyson groaned. He kissed me hard.

  And then it was all over. Greyson slipped out of me and I moved back, collapsing onto the bed. Greyson lay down next to me and we lay together for the longest time, relishing in each other’s company, basking in the glow of what had passed between us.

  Slowly, reality shifted back into place and we shifted closer together. The baby was still on my mind. I had to talk about it, somehow. I couldn’t keep postponing because I didn’t want to ruin a moment. Everything between us was great, and if I went by that logic I would never tell him.

  “Have you ever thought about having kids?” I asked.

  Greyson frowned. “Not really. It’s not really on my to-do list, you know? I guess one day in the future, sure. But I’m not ready to give everything up for a child yet. I’ve only just found my freedom.”

  My heart sank. I couldn’t tell him. There was no way he was going to be positive about it.

  “What about you?” Greyson asked.

  I shrugged. “Sometimes I wonder where my life is headed. But my plans never included kids.”

  Greyson kissed me on the head. “I like being able to talk about these things with you.”

  I nodded. If only he knew that we weren’t able to talk about these things at all.

  Chapter 21

  Greyson

  It was amazing waking up next to Cara again. I hadn’t thought it would be so easy to get used to sleeping next to someone, but maybe it was because we fit so well. She was my puzzle piece, the woman that completed my picture.

  When we woke up, we showered together. She was completely comfortable around me naked. Our shower together wasn’t about sex either. It was about being together in our most raw and vulnerable state, and I loved it.

  After we got dressed and Cara dried her hair, we were ready to go the restaurant. I was excited to introduce her to Caden and Harper, and to show her the world that I had lived in for the past year and a half.

  I had rented a car, so we drove to the restaurant. Cara looked out of the window at the city sliding by.

  “It really is a lot more spectacular than I imagined based on what I’ve heard,” Cara said. “I like it here.”

  I nodded. “It was home for a very long time.”

  “Was?”

  I shrugged. I wasn’t going to tell her that since I met her and spent so much time with he
r, I was starting to question where home was. Of course, I still had a home here in Seattle, friends and family as well, but when I’d been away from her after I’d met her the first time, my heart had yearned for something I hadn’t known. And now that we were together, I was starting to wonder how I was going to be away from her at all.

  “I’m traveling a lot at the moment,” I said. “I’m trying to explore as much as I can, and who knows, maybe I’ll find a new home at the end of it.”

  “Maybe,” Cara said. “Your adventures sound like so much fun.”

  I nodded, and we drove on in silence. Cara seemed quiet, as if she had a lot on her mind. She had been quiet all morning, but we’d been together and she had responded to me fine, smiling and laughing with me.

  Maybe she was nervous about meeting my friends. I knew we were moving very fast. But it felt so right, I didn’t know how to go any slower. I wanted to be with Cara every moment of every day, and when I was with her, I couldn’t help what I felt for her. Everything we did, whether it was talking or sleeping together, it felt natural. We were going with the flow because what else was there to do?

  I pulled up in front of the Spiced Cow. I hadn’t been back here in two months and it felt a little strange. The place was so familiar, but today we would walk through the front door and not the back.

  I turned to Cara. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, perfectly fine,” Cara said, and smiled at me. I wasn’t sure I believed her, but she opened her car door and I did the same, climbing out. I led the way to the restaurant, wanting to take her hand, but I wasn’t sure if that would be too much for her, considering that I was introducing her to my friends and bringing her into a world she didn’t know at all.

  “Hello, Greyson,” Rosa said. She had been the seating hostess since Caden and Harper got married. “Are you cooking or eating?”

  “Just stopping by,” I said to her and smiled.