Needy.

She needs me as much as I need her.

Then—and only then—do I tear the dress off. Right there in her driveway in broad daylight.

Good thing my windows are tinted.

I work my mouth down her neck, her chest. Reach up and use my fingers to coax her breast out of her bra. Her nipple hardens to a point that I take in my mouth.

Julia arches into my caress with a moan, digging her fingernails into my skin.

“Grey,” she pants.

My name.

It sounds so good—so right—when she says it.

Still holding on to me with one hand, she works the zipper of my jeans down with the other. Taking my cock, aching and hard, in her hand.

I’m already leaking cum. She uses her thumb to swirl it over the head. Lust rips through me.

Lust and love and so much life I can hardly breathe.

I lean in and kiss her. Tongue licking into her mouth.

“Put me inside you, baby,” I say, lips brushing against hers. “How ready are you?”

Julia spreads her legs a little wider. “Feel for yourself.”

Reaching between us, I pull her panties to the side and gently glide my first finger between her lips.

I growl.

Wet. Hot. Soft.

For me.

She rises up on her knees. Eyes locked on mine as she settles me at her entrance. My head meets with the slick heat of her, and for a second I see stars.

I see her, and she sees me.

Julia sinks, slow and steady, onto my cock. Swallowing me to the root.

Her blue eyes locked on mine—that cute little belly pressed against mine—heart so full—

For so long I was in hell.

But now, for no reason at all other than that I love and am loved, I’m in heaven.

This is heaven.

Julia rolls her hips, and I rock into her. She’s tight and bare and mine, and I could shout with gratitude.

I play with her pussy the way she likes. The way she needs. Thumbing her clit. Sucking on her nipples.

The scent of her skin surrounds me.

I actually do shout when she comes and I come, too. Our orgasms separated by a handful of heartbeats.

There’s an extra heartbeat between us now. One that we created.

One that we’ll love and raise together.

Being together—that really is everything, isn’t it?

Julia collapses against me, burying her head in the crook of my neck.

“No cigarette this time,” she says. “What should we do instead?”

I kiss her temple. “I’ll reschedule with Luke. How about a super cheesy dance party, followed by dinner, ice cream, and Always Be My Maybe? That’s another good one about family.”

She laughs. Kisses me.

“Sounds perfect.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Julia

“Y’all, where are we going?” I ask, peering out the window.

Olivia just grins, taking a turn onto 17 South. “You’ll see.”

I turn to look at Gracie in the backseat.

“But I thought the shower was at Holy City Roasters.”