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Shaking her head like she’d rather slap me, Zoe rounds the table and climbs up on the seat, throwing her leg over and straddling me.
Fuck.
It feels amazing to have her this close.
I can’t help it, my hands find her bare thighs and travel up their smoothness, pushing up the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing to reveal her pale pink panties. The t-shirt is one of my old ones that I keep here. It’s faded and out of shape, but fuck she makes it look good. Designer worthy… almost.
Ignoring my wandering hands, Zoe sets to work on my shoulder, and I watch her intently as she concentrates on removing the old dressing.
A strange sensation blooms inside my chest watching her take care of me, and knowing she’s been doing so this whole time while I’ve been passed out.
It makes me want to tell her things about me that I’ve never told anyone.
I don’t typically chat with chicks. They have only ever had one purpose which involved bodies grinding and less about sharing life stories, yet with Zoe, I want to do it all with her.
Even share my darkest secrets with her.
I stare at her for a long beat, knowing it’s always a risk opening up to her, but I need her to trust me, even though I don’t deserve it. I’ve done nothing but show her how fucking cruel I can be. But something has shifted inside me, and Mama C’s words come back to me from the night Zoe ran off. The night Mama C dished out my punishment.
“Instead of dismissing the beast inside you, Gray, perhaps you should listen to what he’s trying to tell you.”
I know what my beast has been trying to tell me, but I’ve been denying it to myself, not wanting to believe or fucking accept the truth for what it is.
I care about Zoe Miller even more than I thought possible.
“I killed my dad when I was fourteen.”
My words force a faint gasp to escape Zoe’s parted lips, and my grip on her thighs tightens.
“Uhhh…” Zoe sucks in a deep breath before returning her gaze to my now exposed bullet wound. “Why?”
Saying the words of my past out loud was easier than I thought. I’ve never really spoken about that to anyone other than Cara and Rocco. Never considered admitting it to someone else, yet somehow, speaking my truth to Zoe is easy.
“It was the result of inexperience. Being put in an impossible situation.”
She glances at me from the corner of her eye momentarily before returning to her task, and dabbing antiseptic on my wound before she asks, “what sort of situation?”
“You really want the horrid details?”
Slowly, she turns her head back toward mine and raises a brow. “You’re the one telling the story. You’ve opened that can of worms, so you may as well spill all the gory details. Besides, given your less than stellar behavior recently, divulging it all is the least you can do.”
I chuckle. “Really?You’rethe one who shotme.” I point out, and she gives a one-shouldered shrug.
“You deserved that bullet.”
“Maybe.” I smirk, and she rolls her eyes, returning her attention to her task.
“There’s no maybe about it. You tormented me even before my mom and Leslie were killed, and then, despite my suffering, you turned that torment into torture. You’re lucky I’m even helping you. Don’t forget I could have left you for dead.”
“You’re not going anywhere, Princess,” I say firmly, while keeping this next part inside my head.Because you’re mine.
“Start talking tough guy. Distract me from my task.”
“I have other ways to distract you, Princess.” I grin and her lips spread wider as she tries to hide her smile.
I already have a semi caught in my jocks between our bodies. It wouldn’t take much for it to come to life and sink up into her heat.
“Grayson if your dick gets any harder, I’m going to stab you with the scissors.” She threatens which doesn’t sound the least bit threatening and I chuckle as she continues. “Tell me about your dad and that day.” She urges, and my dick deflates really fucking quickly.
