Page 58 of All In

I think he did us both a favor because what does it say about me and our relationship that the idea of being married to Gray, living with him, sharing a bed with him, kissing him… all sounds so much better than doing those things with Josh?

My best friend in the whole world? The person I share the most with, who knows all my secrets and lore, who never fails to calm my brain and make me smile, also gets to be the person I kiss and cuddle with and share a bed with? Why the fuck did I never consider that as a possibility before?

My mom used to tell me you should marry your best friend. I didn’t think she meant it literally, but there’s some real merit to it.

“As long as you’re sure,” Gray says, coming into the room and sitting down on the end of the bed.

I rub a hand over my face. “I have to go back to work in two days, and so does he. Though…” I scrunch my nose up. “I guess he could have already. Doesn’t matter. Either way, I’m probably gonna see him, which means I may as well get it out of the way.”

Gray reaches out, squeezing my knee. “Yeah, we’ll have to see all our parents sooner rather than later too.”

Ugh. “Don’t remind me.”

Even when I was a kid, I didn’t make it a habit of lying to my parents. I guess I’m just doing all kinds of shit I don’t normally do.

“If you change your mind when you get there, just call me, and I’ll come running.”

My stomach flips. I like that he worries about me.

“I do have something you can do for me, actually.”

Gray’s eyebrows shoot up as he cocks his head. “Yeah?”

I nod. “Mhm. You can kiss me.”

His expression softens, then I’m being pushed back on the bed, and Gray is straddling me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

My dick springs to life instantly, and he sinks into me, dropping his lips to mine.

“You know,” he mumbles against my mouth. “It’s kinda funny that you’re going to get some stuff from Josh’s with my ring on your hand and my marks on your throat.”

I arch toward him, not able to help it. Typical. No control of my body the second I get a little turned on. “I like that.”

Dipping his head, he nuzzles my throat. “Do you think he’s going to be jealous?”

Oh. I never even considered that. My cock pulses. I kinda like that, though. That he might be mad about seeing Gray’s marks on me. His claim on me. His ring. Although… “No, I don’t think so. I mean, he left me. So I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care.”

Gray pulls back enough to look me in the eye. “I can’t see how he wouldn’t be. I’d be eaten alive with jealousy if you showed up wearing someone else’s marks.”

Fuck, and that’s even hotter. “Would you?”

He nods. “Yeah, you’re mine. At least for now, isn’t that right?”

The “at least for now” kinda ruins it a little bit, but whatever. I guess I’ll take what I can get. When we’re done being husbands with benefits, I wonder if he’ll let us be friends with benefits.

Kinda kicking my own ass for only saying three months. Wonder if he would have agreed to six months or a year.

But no, I had to get all petty because he hurt my feelings trying to put a time limit on everything and rules and boundaries and shit.

I’ve got no one to blame but myself for that, really.

Ugh.

“You alright?” Gray asks, brushing his lips over my jaw.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Kiss me again, because I’ve gotta go.”

Gray looks down at me. “Why are you in such a big hurry?”