Tray sighed, and pulled away slightly, but he kept his hand still laced with mine.
“It’s just…it’s too much, Taryn. I’ve got Chance on my back, those fucking agents keep tailing me, and I swear I saw one of Lanser’s old men watching me yesterday at the conference. I’ve got enough just trying to survive without having to focus on making your friends like me.”
I sighed and moved to straddle him. Tray watched me lazily, his hands automatically resting on my thighs. He moved them up and down. One hand slid to caress my stomach.
I loved it when he did that.
He sat up and moved against the headboard, pulling me with him.
His hand moved to cup my breast, then caressed down against my curves before moving back up to fondle me again.
“You took care of that. You have insurance.” I wasn’t talking about health insurance.
“Yeah.”
“And you’re on surveillance because Chance doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”
The problem was that Tray hated feeling caged and being watched made him feel caged. But it had been like this for three years, and it was getting better.
“Yeah.”
“So let’s go party tonight and you could try to forget about the world on your shoulders. For one night, maybe,” I suggested, grinning lightly as he grinned back and tucked me closer against him.
One quick adjustment and he slid inside.
He slowly thrusted upwards, and remarked, “I’d like to start forgetting right now.”
Oh…fuck.
I sighed into his mouth and I couldn’t help but reflect.
I had survived so much. Life. Brian’s death. Jace’s separation from my life. And right now, Tray and I were surviving together.
But we were doing pretty damn good.
We had persevered and we were still fucking conquering.