Page 41 of Bloody Quarter

“Yeah, just a sec,” I called back as I put on the massive hoodie that he’d given me to wear. It was one of his, and I could’ve put two of me inside it. When I opened the door, he was leaning against the wall across the hall, and the moment he looked at me, I knew the answer to my question. Yes, I was falling for him, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

I looked away and then stuffed my hands into the deep pockets of the hoodie. I yelped as Greyson grabbed me, even though it didn’t hurt. He pushed me back against the wall, his body towering over me as he easily trapped me.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

I shrugged. “In this case, it's a bit of both. I can’t tell you something I don’t understand.” I watched his hand warily as it hooked my damp hair behind my ear.

“Is this about your jealousy earlier?”

My cheeks heated, and I knew that the blush would give me away. “Maybe.”

He smiled. “Did you want to hurt her?”

“Yes.”

“Kill her?”

“Maybe,” I admitted and looked away from his eyes. “But I don’t know if I would have.”

“I think you would. You have a bit of devil inside of you, Doll. You just struggle to let it out to play.”

“I can’t be like you,” I said. “If that’s what you’re hoping for.”

His fingers drummed on the wall beside my head. “No, that’s not what I want.” Greyson pushed himself back and held out his hand for me to take like this was a casual date. “Come on, let’s get home.”

Home? Stunned, I wandered along beside him as we walked into the living room, where I spotted Lennox sitting on the couch. Greyson mentioned the first night I met Lennox that they were best friends and brothers but not by blood. He also made it very clear that Lennox knew who and what he was. The undertone was that Lennox wasn’t going to help me, so I might as well save my breath.

“Night, man,” Greyson called out.

“Yo,” Lennox answered, lifting his hand in the air, but he didn’t look in our direction. I’d also figured out that he was a man of few words. We walked down the stairs and out the back. Greyson let go of my hand to lock the door, but it wasn’t until he took it again that I realized that I could’ve bolted. I didn’t even try.

“No cuffs?” I stared at Greyson as I got into the truck. Was this one great big trick?

“No cuffs. You know what I’ll do and am capable of doing to someone you care about if you try anything foolish. So…no cuffs.” Greyson lifted my hand and pushed my sleeve up, further exposing the red mark on my wrist from the cuffs chafing. “I’ll take care of this when we get home.”

He closed the truck door, and all I could do was blink as he wandered around the front and got in. This was either a joke or a test. Had to be.

I stared at this profile, but when he didn’t say anything more and pulled out of the parking spot, I let it go. Sometimes, it was best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“How was your night,” I asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

Greyson laughed and then smiled as he looked over at me. I felt compelled to smile back. “It was fucking fantastic. With as many times as you came tonight, I should be asking how you are.”

I covered my eyes and looked away. “Don’t even…it was so humiliating. There were so many guys watching, and a few of them took off to the bathroom.” I shook my head and stared out the window, but Greyson snatched my hand off the center console and nipped at my fingers as he glared at me. His emotions moved as quickly as a storm rolling in from the sea, and his volatile nature made him just as dangerous.

“Although I do love watching you struggle to fight off the orgasms, don’t ever feel humiliated. As I said, let them stare. Let them see what they will never have but what I’m going to have tonight.”

Wiggling in my seat had become the norm while around him, and as he stared at me now, I could feel my body lighting up in anticipation. Ripping off the hoodie and hanging out the window to cool off wasn’t a half-bad idea.

We pulled into the driveway, and I waited for Greyson to open the truck door. There was no telling if he would deem me opening the door as an escape attempt, and I wasn’t taking any chances.

“There’s something I want to show you,” he said, dragging me up the stairs behind him. We stopped outside of a closed door, his hand resting on the handle as he smiled at me. “This is very exciting for me.”