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This woman hooked her legs around my waist and pulled me closer until I was fully seated in her, forcing her body to adjust.

“Greyson,” she whined at the same time I breathed her name.

“True.”

We stayed like that, locked in the new sensations of our connection until True pulled her head back and looked me in the eye. “I already know this is a bad idea.”

“Why?” I hummed, working my way out of her before pushing back in. She hissed lightly but the way her eyes rolled told me she liked the pain.

“Because I already miss your dick and you’re still inside of me.”

“You can’t say shit like that,” I groaned, pulling out of her. I let my dick kiss her entrance and drag over her clit while I finished undressing her, removing her silk shirt and her lacy red bra while she watched me with a softness on her face.

“I love how attentive you are,” she whispered when I entered her again.

I rocked forward, pumping into her twice and stopped when the building sensations hit me too quickly. Even with a condom, I had to pace myself because this woman, that fucking mouth, and the way she was gripping me was a recipe for disaster.

Again, I kissed her roughly, my desperation making me suck her tongue into my mouth with a ferocity I couldn’t tame. I was coming apart at the seams because of this woman and all she’d done was tell me this was the only time I could have her.

Breaking the kiss, I lowered my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth when my hips started bucking again. I found apace we both liked, somewhere between frenzied and desperate, and fucked into her while my mouth worshipped her tits.

“Fuck, yes, Greyson.” True whimpered, holding my head in place as my tongue ran circles around her peaked nipples. Now she was fucking me from the bottom, working her hips to control the pace. I buried my face between her breasts and whimpered at the way she was fucking herself on my dick. She was so fucking wet, my balls slapped against her sex nastily with each and every thrust.

“Greyson, please…oh, God,” she shouted, sucking my neck to muffle her cry when she realized how loud she was. “Please, please, please,” she cried and my hips sped up, my pace hard and fast while I felt her walls constrict around me.

Soon, I wouldn’t be able to move. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to do anything but shake with my own release. But right now, I fucked her like it was the only chance I had. Hard and rough and so damn deep, her breath hitched before she caught it and started babbling in the aftermath of her body climaxing.

As soon as she started coming down, I erupted, so fucking turned on from the thought of giving her pleasure that it made me come undone before I knew it was happening. My lips found hers and I moaned through my release into her mouth while my hands sank into her waist with a bruising grip.

I didn’t know what the fuck had just happened to me, but I knew after tonight, I belonged to True St. John. Irrevocably.

And the next morning, when I woke up alone, without a trace of her anywhere in sight, I still believed that.

True sat in my passenger seat with her legs crossed and a book in her lap while I drove us away from Bliss Peak and toward my hometown, Charlotte.

She hummed along to the Larry June playing on the radio, but hadn’t said much to me since she got in the car over an hour ago.

“What book are you reading?”

Her head popped up as if she was surprised I was still in the car with her. I smirked at how deep she’d been in the book to get lost in it that completely.

“It’s calledKnight.”

“What’s it about?”

“An arranged marriage. Plus one.”

“So, it’s three of them?”

“Yup. And it’s a crime family and one of the main character’s is trying to—wait, I don’t wanna spoil it.” She closed the book and looked over at me with a playful smile. “You wanna read it after I’m done?”

I swallowed, watching the exit signs flash by. “Is it available in audio?”

The book in her hands didn’t look too thick. Icouldread it, but it would take me forever.

True hummed with a thoughtful tilt of her head. “I don’t know. But I can check. Would you really read it?” she asked, sounding doubtful but excited.

“Yea, Red,really.” Little did she know, I liked having things in common with her. It made me feel closer to her knowing we naturally liked a lot of the same things. And I trusted her taste in books because the one I’d read by her was still heavy on my mind.