“I should be out looking for Aeson,” I mumble dejectedly, yet I close my eyes.
“Let the Berserker and Nemean work, Omnia. We will find her.”
Chapter 23
Falling asleep with a dick inside you isn’t all that bad. Waking up after a short nap with a hard cock already raring to go and in position is even better.
I succumb to a second round with Grim. This time, there’s no power play involved. I think he knows not to push me too much, but he must have a fucking PhD in tantra, because he still took his time making me come.
I hear the door to my room slam open while I’m rinsing my hair. I lean my head out of the stream of water. “Did you find out anything?” I don’t have to ask to know who opened my door like that.
“Vanessa is at her home. She’s gathering her coven, but I didn’t hear anything about a Brownie.” Gunnar pushes into the bathroom and leans against the doorframe, watching me through the clear shower walls without an ounce of remorse. His eyes travel over my skin, and I find myself slowing my movements so he has a better view.
I lean back into the spray and let the warm water cascade over me. With my hair rinsed, I’m pretty much done, but I find I’m liking his attention. Gunnar licks his bottom lip and drags his teeth over it, pulling the skin around his scar and turning it white. I bend over a little and give my leg another good rinse. His eyes track my hand as I glide it from my calf to my thigh.
Gunnar’s hand moves to his groin and he adjusts himself, but his fingers linger. I crack a smile, but I’ve already wasted too much time fucking around, plus, there’s a small part of me that’s worried I would be disappointing Grim.
That thought sends a cold wave over me, even though the water is still piping hot in the shower.
I twist the water off with a snap of my wrist and snatch the towel on the hook next to the shower. I’m irritated with myself for even allowing the thought.
“Vanessa,” I spit. “Why aren’t we going over there and demanding answers?” My question comes out accusatory.
Gunnar opens his arms and his lips flatten. “I’m being a team player. If that’s our next move, then we can go right now.”
“Is Calix back?” I wrap the towel around my body and grab another for my dripping hair.
“Right here.” He comes into the bathroom and his eyes roam over me. “And seconds too late, I see,” he mutters.
“Did you find out anything?” I tip my chin up to Calix while squeezing the water from my hair. I can’t believe they’re both just standing there, watching me like this is an everyday occurrence. I can’t believe I’m letting them stand there like it’s completely normal.
“Nothing, but I honestly didn’t think I would. Brownie assassins usually stick to their own kind.” Calix walks over slowly and pulls the towel from my hands. With a gentle palm on my shoulder, he pushes me down to sit in my chair. I tip my head back and look at him. He holds up the towel between his hands, asking for permission. I face forward and Calix places the towel over my hair.
My eyes jump up to Gunnar, but he’s just watching us, his face almost calm. I keep quiet as Calix dries my hair, again struck by the intimacy of the moment, but too enamored with being taken care of to stop him.
When Calix’s hands rest on my shoulders, signaling he’s done, I mutter a soft, “Thank you,” and look down at the floor. I feel strangely exposed in a way that Gunnar watching me shower didn’t even create.
“I should get dressed.” I pinch the towel around me and stand. “Is Grim still here?”
Calix hooks his thumb over his shoulder. “He’s lying in your bed, where I’m sure you left him.”
Grim fills the doorframe in the next second, naked as the day he was born, or created, whatever. I look at the other two guys. “Uh…” That’s all I can say. No one is reacting to his state of undress. I decide to follow suit. “Should we go to Vanessa’s?” I scratch the tip of my nose, trying not to look at Grim and his insanely perfect body. It’s a losing battle, though. I can’t seem to not look. “Can you put some clothes on? I can’t think!”
Grim swats the side of his dick, and it sways slowly. My eyes are drawn to it like a fucking pendulum. “This is hard again; I’m in need of you.” I slap my hand over my eyes.
Calix lets out a heavy snort. “That’s not quite how it works, my man.”
“Are you sure?” Grim cuts his eyes to Calix.
I look up at the ceiling, “Ah, Grim?” I’m again at a loss for words. I’ve had the most ludicrous thought, and I don’t even know how to ask the question without just asking the damn question. I clap my hands together slowly and bring them up to cover my mouth. “So, when you said you had been waiting forever for me…you actually meant…you’d never…?” I glance around, looking for someone to help me.
Gunnar turns to face Grim slowly. “No…just no. Tha-That’s not a thing,” Gunnar stutters incredulously.
Grim looks completely unperturbed by the entire conversation. He takes a step forward and his dick bobs with the movement. I find my head nodding to follow along. “I was waiting for you,” Grim answers sincerely.
I pinch my temples between my fingers. “Can I have a second alone with Grim, please?” Calix snickers, then Gunnar’s unmistakable retreating, heavy footfalls alerts me that the others are leaving.
I peek up at Grim from under my hand and whisper, “That was you as a fucking virgin?”
