By nine that night, the nursery was painted a wonderful shade of soft green with a border stenciled around the top of vines and budding flowers. Belle leaned in the doorway, grinning. Today could not have been any better, but when Greyson’s arms slipped around her waist and he rested his chin on her shoulder, she knew she was wrong.

“You have paint in your hair,” he murmured in her ear.

“Didn’t you know? Starting a new fashion statement,” she told him, stifling a yawn. “Green hair is the new black, or whatever they call it.”

He chuckled with her. “Are you finished panicking?”

“For the moment, at least. I didn’t realize I had a team of fairy godmothers running around and that they can paint while tipsy,” she added with a laugh. The twins had brought several bottles of wine with them, and by the time they’d left, Sally was rolling her eyes and the twins were singing Adele as loud as they could as their mom shoved them out the door, Carrie bringing up the rear. “It was a good day. We even found my dress.”

“I heard,” Greyson said. “I bet you look wonderful in it, too.”

She laughed when he tickled her sides. “You won’t get anything out of me. You’ll just have to be patient and wait. Thank you, by the way,” she told him, spinning in his arms.

“For what?”

She ran her fingers through his beard, bringing his mouth closer to hers. “For meeting Brent and for allowing your mom and sisters to plan our wedding. With the game launch, the baby. and now Brent… I don’t think I could do it all.”

“Ha! She finally admits she’s not Superwoman! Would you look at that? It only took how many breakdowns and moments of tearing your hair out?” he teased.

“Shut up and kiss me already,” she told him and pressed her lips firmly against his.

Greyson kissed her back hotly, his tongue instantly sliding into her mouth and caressing her tongue in an all too familiar way, reminiscent of other parts that enjoyed such attentions. She ground her hips against his, delighted to feel him hardening for her. Belle sucked hard on his tongue as she slipped a hand down the front of his jeans and gripped him tightly. He groaned and cursed against her mouth.

“You're playing with fire, pet,” he grunted.

“When aren’t we?” she asked.

She slid her hand down his heated length, smoothing her thumb over the crown of satin flesh when he quickly yanked her shirt up over her head. It hit the floor, followed quickly by her bra. His hands cupped her breasts, and she sighed at his touch. Her hand was pulled out of his jeans and she tried to put it back, but he captured them both and turned her so her back was against the wall, pinning her arms over her head. His hand undid her jeans easily and shoved them down enough so he could glide his fingers along wet folds desperate to feel him inside of her again. They had made love early that morning, but it still felt as if she’d been away from him for days.

Greyson’s beard tickled her breasts as he kissed them each in turn, his fingers rolling and tugging her clit until her breath grew ragged and her chest tightened with anticipation of what was to come. One finger delved into her depths, and she moaned. When the other followed, twisted and turning, she arched her back, ready for more.

As his fingers moved, his mouth found her nipple and clamped down tightly around it, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard. Sharp pains of pleasure rocketed through her body, and her back arched, her hips seeking his as his fingers moved faster, searching deeper until they pressed against her g-spot with ease. Belle cried out, but Greyson’s mouth covered hers, swallowing each cry as he pushed her further over the edge and straight into the storm. Shuddering, her body went limp in his arms. The only thing holding her up was the sturdy wall behind her.

“Do you know how beautiful you look when you come for me?” he whispered in her ear, his voice rough with his own need. “God, I could watch you all day… watch you come undone in my hands.”

His words sent shivers down her spine, but she was too overwhelmed with pleasure, his fingers still deep within her, moving again until the storm raged even stronger. She gasped his name, his other hand pinning hers, merciless as he spread her lips wider, gliding his fingers over her swollen flesh. His palm pressed into her clit, and his mouth claimed hers, swallowing the moans escaping her mouth as he ravaged it. Belle could only let go as the storm took hold and her body came apart for the second time in Greyson’s hands.

Her body shaking, Greyson scooped her up in his arms, never letting his lips leave hers, and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her back and slowly removed her jeans and panties, revealing her full naked body to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips, but Belle was quicker. She scooted back down, gripping his swollen length tightly in her hands. He growled and slipped free, but she grabbed his shirt and dragged him down to the bed beside her. As their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, Belle tore his clothes from him, needing to see him, every last naked inch… touch it, taste it. As his last bit of clothing disappeared over the side of the bed, she crawled slowly up his body, licking a trail from his navel to his nipple. Her fingertip circled the pink flesh before her teeth closed gently around it.

Greyson’s whole body clenched at her touch, and he cursed, running his hands through her hair. Belle grinned, switching to his other nipple as her hand trailed lower and lower until she massaged his hip. Her body slipped to the side of his, but her mouth never stopped its exploration of his chest, his abs, tracing each line and sinew with her finger before lips and teeth followed.

His hips shifted when she grew closer to his swollen member bobbing happily before her. He tried to drag her back up his body, but she laughed and scooted lower until her mouth closed around the crown, sucking hard until she pulled him into her mouth.

“Damn it, pet,” he groaned, and his hands fell limp to his sides.

Belle lowered her mouth over him, taking in as much as she could and closed her hand around what remained. Slowly, her lips moved up and down as her hand followed, pressing deep into his body and finding that extra length hidden within. Greyson clenched the bed, and she smirked, loving how she could make him fall apart so easily.

But he wasn’t going to let her have her fun. Belle gasped when his fingers found her wetness again, and as she lowered her mouth over his fiery flesh, he moved within her, timing it just right. The idea of him filling her this way sent her arousal into overdrive, and Belle increased her pace, licking up his length as she sucked on him. He swelled each time she brought him into her mouth, but she grew wetter with every thrust of his fingers until she could hardly stand it. His hips bucked beneath her when she moaned with him firmly in her mouth.

Greyson’s hand pulled free, and Belle was rolled over gently, her legs spread with his knee, and as he lowered his mouth to hers, he thrust home, burying himself within her hot depths. Belle sighed at being filled so fully so quickly, and her nails dug into his biceps as his hips moved, setting a fast rhythm. He shifted, moving his body lower over hers so her nipples brushed against his chest. Each pass of his body only made her squirm to be closer, needing to feel his touch everywhere. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, changing the angle, and he growled, his eyes focused solely on hers.

Within their brown pools, Belle’s heart swelled at the outpouring of love issuing from Greyson as they made love. He loved her fiercely, loved the baby she carried, loved their lives together. It was all right there for her to see, to reach out and touch his soul. Every nerve in her body felt struck by electricity when he thrust one final time. Her body screamed to be closer to him as a cry escaped her lips, echoing around the darkened bedroom. Greyson’s fierce growl followed as he held himself deep within her until he was fully spent. His warmth filled her as the storm raged over their coupled bodies before finally subsiding.

Belle laughed quietly as he shifted to the side and dragged her against his body, curling around her and keeping her safe. He was her great big bear of a man, and God, did she love him to death. Their chests heaved in time to their labored breathing, the only sound filling the silence of the house.

When she thought she might be able to speak coherently, she rolled over in his arms and kissed his nose. “You going to tell me about your talk with Brent?”

“You want to talk about it now?” he asked. “Right now?”

“You’re the one who had to wait until everyone else went home,” she said, tugging on his beard. “So yeah, I’m asking you now. What happened?”

Greyson sighed and sat up, pulling her with them so they rested with their backs against the pillows. “He’s a good guy,” he told her and smiled. “You look alike, have the same damn quirks… He’s your brother, Belle.”

Her heart thudded in her chest. “You’re sure?”

“Saw the paperwork to prove it and spent all afternoon with him, just talking,” he said. “He’s an artist, just like you, and has the same strange habit of being a workaholic, according to his girlfriend. I didn’t realize it was a family trait.”

“He’s real… It’s all real,” she said quietly, gripping his hands. “Thanks for going.”

“You’re welcome, and he wants to meet you as soon as you feel up to it.”

Belle watched his face, waiting to hear the but, except Greyson didn’t say anything else. He simply held her hand and smiled. “You’re serious?”

“I wasn’t kidding,” he said. “Your brother found you, Belle, and I think it’s time you met your family.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” she said and hugged him close. “Guess I wasn’t so alone after all.”