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He nudges at my entrance and pauses.

Our eyes lock.

“I missed this, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice rough. “Missed you.”

I kiss him.

He slides into me slowly—carefully—like he’s trying to savor every second. My breath catches, chest rising as I feel him stretch me inch by inch, thick and deliberate. The fullness is almost too much. Almost.

His forehead drops to mine, his breath ragged and hot.

“Fuck, Rilee…” he groans, voice wrecked. It’s not just desire—it’srelief. Like he’s finally home.

I wrap my legs around his waist, arms around his neck, needing him impossibly closer. Every nerve in my body is tuned to him—his weight, his heat, the way his hands grip my hips like he’s afraid I’ll slip away.

It’s overwhelming. Sweet and scorching all at once.

We move together slowly at first—unhurried, hypnotic, like we’re relearning each other after too long apart. Like our bodies are picking up where words failed. The rest of the world fades into static, and all I feel is him.

But then—he breaks.

Grayson’s pace picks up, hips driving harder, rougher, his control unraveling with every thrust. A grunt punches from his chest as he works his full length into me.

“Fuck, Ri. You feel too good.” His voice is low, hoarse.

His skin slaps against mine, fast and wet and filthy. I moan—loud enough to echo off the water, probably loud enough to alert the neighbors.

Across the pool, Caleb whistles. “Damn. He’s reallynotholding back.”

“Fucking hell,” Hunter groans, voice clipped and low, like he’s trying not to watch but can’t look away.

“You need a hand, Gray?” Caleb calls next, teasing.

Grayson growls, not even pausing as he lifts one arm and flips him off, knuckles digging into the cushion beside my head.

I’m laughing and gasping and falling apart all at once.

And then it hits—hard and hot and shattering. My orgasm rolls through me like a wave, tearing a broken sob from my throat. I cry out his name, and he catches it in a kiss.

He follows a heartbeat later—a deep, shaking moan that vibrates against my chest as he buries himself fully inside me. His whole body tenses, then melts, collapsing into the crook of my neck like it’s the only place he’s ever wanted to be.

Afterward, he just stays there, covering me like a shield, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles into my hip. His breathing gradually slows, syncing with mine, our skin still slick, hearts still racing.

He kisses my temple, soft as a promise.

“I missed you,” he whispers.

I curl my fingers into his damp hair.

“I missed you more.”

Chapter Fifty-Six

Caleb

The waves are just right—big enough to ride, soft enough to forgive. We’ve been out there for hours, catching sets and laughing our asses off as Hunter tries to pretend he’s not secretly good at surfing. Grayson’s quiet as always, carving lines with this serious, surgical kind of grace. Meanwhile, I’m doing what I do best—wiping out and making it look charming.

But when I look up and see Rilee standing at the edge of the sand, in a pink bikini and messy topknot, sunglasses too big for her face, I swear my chest actually hurts looking at her.

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