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I leaned against the counter as Graham took a bite of his dessert.
The moan he let out, and the blissed-out look on his handsome face, made my stomach tighten and my dick twitch.
Get a grip, Caleb. He’s eating ice cream, not sucking a dick.
Great. Now I had that image in my head.
I shoved it aside and focused on my food and not on the sexy sounds my stepbrother was making.
Graham might be hot, but he hated me as much as I hated him. He was angry and surly and had more attitude than anyone I’d met. He drove me crazy and tested my patience every time he opened his mouth.
But for some fucking reason, my dick and my libido didn’t care. What was even more confusing was that I didn’t hate it. I liked people with sass and fire. Ones who teased and pushed my buttons on purpose, but playfully. Putting someone in their place while they tried to fight back amused me. And the moment they went from defiant to submissive never failed to get me hot.
Graham wasn’t playful. He didn’t just push my buttons, he stomped on them, and not because he liked to tease. Verbally sparring with him was annoying as shit, but I had to admit, also fun. And it hadn’t escaped me that he responded to my bossiness. Seeing him obey my commands and the way he’d look at me when he did, like he wasn’t sure why he was doing what I’d said, was satisfying on a level I wasn’t ready to unpack.
I hated him, but I also wanted to fuck him into the mattress and shut him up with my cock. Wanted those angry, defiant eyes staring up at me as he worked me over. Hear him moan for me as I showed him who was in charge.
“Sooooo good.” Graham sucked and licked his spoon with the enthusiasm of a pornstar, his eyes closed and that blissed-out smile in place, and fuck if I didn’t want to trade places with his silverware.
I shifted behind the counter as my dick thickened. I needed to think about something,anything, else.
The clang of metal on ceramic brought my attention back to the table. Graham had finished with the spoon and was sitting in his chair grinning goofily.
Clearing my throat, I put my nearly untouched dessert on the counter. “Do you want to listen to your book for a bit?”
He nodded, still smiling.
He had to limit his screen time until his headaches went away. Bored Graham was even more annoying than angry Graham, and audiobooks were a good alternative that kept him quiet. Although, I wasn’t sure how much of the story he absorbed on the meds.
I got him onto the couch and connected my headband headphones to my phone for him. I used them when I couldn’t sleep since they doubled as a mask, and the soft material and low volume didn’t aggravate his injury.
When he was settled, I sat at the table with my ice cream and opened my own book.
Only a few more days and Graham would be well enough to go home. Then I could go back to my life and put this entire situation out of my mind.
7
GRAY
I shiftedon the couch and moved the ice pack on my knee so the cold was more centered. I’d been home for two days now, and I had no idea what to do with myself. I wasn’t used to being hurt or even sick. The forced downtime was making me restless and aggravating my anxiety.
The three days I spent with Caleb were mostly a blur thanks to the painkillers they’d given me. I remembered the first night, when he’d had to help me shower and we’d slept in the same bed, and most of the next day, but not much after that.
The few flashes of memories I did have made no sense without context. Sitting on a couch while someone read to me, eating ice cream at his kitchen table, him helping me with his strong hands and soft words.
Thank fuck I didn’t remember him having to help me use the bathroom, which I knew he had.
He might be a nurse, but being so vulnerable in front of him, being helpless and having to rely on him for everything, was both humiliating and infuriating.
Just one more way I’d never measure up to perfect Caleb who could do no wrong.
“Ugh.” I scrubbed my hand over my face and swiped my phone off the couch. I’d already texted with my brother earlier and the screen time had given me a headache, but the only way to stop obsessing over Caleb was to obsess over the other thing that was driving me crazy.
My job.
I opened my text thread with Kai. He’d checked in multiple times over the past few days, but hadn’t mentioned anything about work or what Nick had told me. I needed answers and I was done waiting.
Gray: what’s going on with the club?
