If someone had told me one year ago that I was going to come out to my family—and be in a fucking amazing relationship with Grant Matthews—I would have laughed in their face.

But as I leaned against the door jamb of the dining room and watched in awe while my family, Amelia, and Vanessa all laughed around the large table, I had never felt happier.

I thought about everything that happened over the past few months, and honestly, I wouldn't change any of it. I'm not saying I no longer feel guilty about the people I hurt because of my actions, but I felt like everything happened the way it was supposed to.

My gaze focused on Amelia and Wyatt. My little brother had his arm wrapped around her slender shoulders, absently stroking her skin. I bet he didn't even realize he was doing it. He turned to her and whispered something into her ear. A fierce blush colored her cheeks and it didn't take a genius to guess what he said. As much as their relationship blindsided me, it was obvious that they belonged together. They just...did.

Then there was Vanessa. She was sitting to the right of Grant, listening intently as my mother continued to tell her embarrassing stories about me and Wyatt. Vanessa lifted her napkin to her mouth as she laughed.

Her surprise arrival to the lake house really caught me off guard. She was probably the one person that got hurt the most in all of this. Amelia and Wyatt had each other, Grant and I had each other, but Vanessa had no one.

It made sense now why Grant invited her here—and I loved him even more for it. She and Grant seemed to have fallen into a comfortable friendship since the breakup. It was a friendship that Grant wanted me to be a part of and I was definitely all in for that.

I glanced over at my father next. For the past thirty minutes he had been offering different job positions to Grant. Apparently, when it came to what went down between Grant's dad and his job, my dad was infuriated. But Grant was a gentleman. He wanted to make his own way, so he respectfully declined my father's offers.

Everything seemed to be...perfect. Okay, maybe not completely perfect. Even though my mother understood and accepted why the wedding between Amelia and myself was called off, she was still upset in regards to not being able to plan it.

Wyatt pulled me aside an hour ago and told me what she had said about it. The messed up part was, she didn't come out right and tell him. According to my little brother, he had been walking by her room when he heard her talking to our dad about it—and she was upset.

Unable to help himself, Wyatt went into the room and asked her what was wrong.  That's when she told him. As I watched my mother now, I could see a little bit of the hurt in her eyes. That made my own chest ache. I never liked when my mother was upset. Maybe there was something Wyatt and I could do for her.

Shit. I needed a drink. The root beer I had been drinking wasn't cutting it. I turned away from the dining room and walked into the kitchen. I went straight for the wine rack and pulled out a new bottle of Moscato. I uncorked it, poured some in a plain old red solo cup, and put it to my lips.

Fuck. That was so fucking good. I closed my eyes and took another drink.

"Hey, you okay?"

I opened my eyes to see Grant standing in front of me. The concern he had was clear the way his brows dropped into a deep V.

I looked into those blue eyes— blue eyes that I could spend forever getting lost in—and I smiled. "I'm more than okay."

A corner of his mouth lifted and he reached out to brush some of my hair out of my eyes. "You sure?" he murmured. "I know I threw a lot of surprises at you in the past twenty-four hours."

I gave a short laugh. "Yeah, but they were all good surprises."

His expression turned serious. "I want you to know that it means a lot to me that you are trying with Vanessa."

"Of course. You were right to invite her. Besides, I really like her." I smirked before I added, "I can see why you dated her for so long. If you were straight, she would be perfect for you." 

Grant shook his head. "No, she wouldn't be." He leaned forward and brushed those soft lips against mine. "You are perfect for me. There's no 'ifs' involved."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." Grant gave me a deep kiss before putting his mouth to my ear. "How about we ditch the party and go somewhere a little more private?"

Just in case I didn't understand what he was implying, he ground his erection against me. My eyes slid shut and I had to bite back my moan. Fuck the party. I grabbed him by the hand and led him to our bedroom. Luckily, there was more than one way in and out of the kitchen, so we didn't have to pass by our party guests.

Once we got behind the closed door of our bedroom, it was non-stop kissing. Clothes were basically ripped off and thrown around the room. Unable to wait, I pushed Grant against the wall before I dropped to my knees. I gripped him with my hand and wrapped my mouth around that blunt head.  I took all of him. Never stopping and never slowing down.

"Logan..." His hips shot forward, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I didn't care. I wanted him to lose control. "Stop or I'm going to come right fucking now."

I rose to my feet and he crushed his lips to mine. He ushered me back towards the bed, his tongue sucking mine, his teeth tugging on my lips. Fuck. Nothing compared to this—to him.

When the back of my knees came in contact with the soft mattress, he pulled away to grab a condom from the nightstand and held it out to me.

"Put it on me."

God, I loved when he got demanding. I ripped open the condom wrapper.

Five seconds. Five seconds was all it took before he was thrusting deep inside me.

I was expecting the hard and fast side of Grant. But this time it was slow and intimate. Each stroke getting me closer and closer to the edge. Grant leaned forward, turning my head towards him to kiss me nice and deep as he made love to me.

I had no idea how much time had passed during this session. Minutes. Hours. Who cared. Time felt nonexistent in this room. It was just me and Grant.

When we were both completely spent, we fell onto the bed beside each other. We laid in the still satiated silence for several minutes, our chests rising and falling as we tried to catch our breaths.

Grant's deep baritone cut through that silence. "You're amazing. You know that, right?"

I laughed at his words. "That's what I'm supposed to say."

"Yeah, I know. But it's true." He turned on his side to face me. "Look at me."

I turned my head towards him and he kissed me. He licked inside my mouth, seeking. Owning. God, I lived kissing him.

When he pulled away from me, I couldn't stop the words..."Stay with me, Grant."

"I'm not going anywhere," he whispered.

I shook my head. "No, I mean when we leave here. Stay with me."

He sucked in a sharp breath and chuckled. "First, you asked me to marry you, now you're asking me to move in?" he teased.

I rolled my eyes. "No, asshole. I'm not asking you to move in with me. Even I know we  aren't you ready for that. I meant, instead of staying in that hotel, just stay with me. Just until you find a place."

He studied my face for awhile. I was suddenly worried that he would say no. Maybe the two of us staying at my apartment together was too much for him. I would totally understand if he didn't want to, but it would still suck. I enjoyed sleeping next to him. I loved waking up the smell of him cooking me breakfast. Sometimes if I woke up early enough, I got to enjoy watching him cook breakfast—naked. I wanted a little more of that.

"Okay."

My eyes met his. "...What?"

He gave me a hard kiss before he pulled away with a smile. "Okay. I'll stay with you at your apartment until I find my own place."

I knew I was grinning like an idiot. "Really?"

"Mhm. On one condition."

"Name it." I would do whatever he wanted to get him to stay with me for a little while. I would do anything for him.

His face was grim and my stomach dropped. Oh, shit. Now I wasn't so sure about this condition.

"What is it?" I asked nervously.

"You have to...help me move."

I sucked my teeth and playfully pushed at his shoulder. "And you called me an asshole. Of course I'll help you."

His deep chuckle vibrated through me as he kissed me deep. He pushed himself up on his arms so he was hovering above me. I ran my hands over his chest and back. My body was already gearing up for round two.

When it came to the person you loved—your soulmate—there was no such thing as enough. You were always going to be left wanting more. With Grant...I was insatiable.

The End

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