AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I didn’t mean for it to sound like I thought he’d make me, but just because that’s not how I intended it, doesn’t mean that’s not how he heard it. Fuck, I really made a mess of what was such a huge step.
When I exit the bathroom, Gray’s sitting on the couch, waiting for me. Before he can get up, I sit down on the coffee table and reach for his hand. As soon as our pinkies are locked together, I look into his dark eyes, where it looks like a storm is brewing.
“I know you’d never do anything that I didn’t want,” I say, rushing out the words before he can stop me. “But a part of me was salivating at the thought of sucking you off. Even if my head and heart aren’t ready, my body still wants things. That’s why I said what I said.”
He looks taken aback, like he wasn’t expecting my unguarded honesty. “Okay…”
“I need you to know that it was about me and not you, Gray,” I say, leaning closer to him until his scent invades my nostrils.
He shudders. “Do you promise I didn’t make you feel like you had to?”
I tighten my hold on his pinky. “Pinky promise,” I vow.
Time ceases to exist as we sit there and stare at each other. I don’t know if he’s looking for any sign that I might be lying,but I’m not. What I told him is the complete truth, and I need him to know that—which is why I made a pinky promise.
Once he’s satisfied that there’s nothing more to it, he lifts my pinky to his mouth and presses a kiss to it. Then he gets up, taking me with him, and we wordlessly walk downstairs.
He never leaves me alone, instead he sits in the corner of the room while I run laps until it hurts to breathe and I wish an excruciating death on Cara for making me do something as vile as running.
Despite my complaints, I can’t deny that it makes my head feel clearer, and though it isn’t much, I can see a daily difference. I lasted thirty seconds longer today than the day before. To some it’s nothing. To me, it’s akin to winning gold at the Olympics.
As I take the cold water Gray’s offering me and gulp it down like I’m on the verge of dying of thirst, Alana comes stumbling in.
“Mama Z,” she whoops, throwing her hands up in the air. “Mama’s in the house, yo.”
I burst out laughing. “Drunk are we?” I ask even though I can smell the liquor wafting off of her.
“Shh,” she slurs, holding her finger up to her lips. “Don’t say it so loud. Slasher didn’t want me to get drunk.”
My eyes draw to the hulking silhouette behind her. “I think it’s too late for that.” I smile. “He’s right behind you.”
She almost falls when she spins around. “Where have you been?” she says, pointing a finger accusingly at him. “You left me alone with a bottle of tequila and told me not to get drunk. This is all your fault.”
He moves closer and lifts her off the ground. “That’s not what I said,” he corrects. “I said not to gettoodrunk. And since you can still walk, I count that as a win.”
Before long they’re engaged in a pretty heavy makeout session, and when Slasher moves them against the wall it’s clear they’re about to take it further. My attempts at looking away are all in vain, and my eyes stay glued on the way he grinds his crotch against hers.
“Do you like what you see?” Gray rasps. When I nod, he moves his hands to my hips and pulls me back against him. “Remember watching Alana get fucked at our Fourth of July party?” I nod again. “It made you so fucking wet and desperate for me.”
“Gray,” I whimper.
“With the way you’re squeezing your thighs together I’d say nothing has changed. You’re just as horny and filthy as before. Your wants haven’t changed.”
I know what he’s doing. He’s showing me the ways I’m the same, focusing on those rather than the changes.
“You’re hard,” I say, arching my back and pushing my ass firmer against his cock. “I like how it feels.”
Gray chuckles. “You like feeling my hard cock against your ass, Princess?”
“Yes,” I moan.
We both know nothing more than this will happen right now, but it feels like enough. Like we’ve crossed another line neither of us want between us.
Like the perv I am, I keep watching until Slasher grunts and Alana cries out in ecstasy. Then he lets her down, and she wobbles a little in her heels.
“Did you like the show?” she giggles, completely unbothered that I can’t stop gawking.
I consider lying, but I don’t want to do that. “Kinda,” I admit.
