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“Storm told me you spent the day at my house today.” Her body crawls closer to mine, and I grip at the sheets when her arms wrap around my neck, her chest pressing against my back.
I’m too weak to fuckin’ speak, so I nod my head. I have no idea how I’m dealing with this so well. How my breaths are still forming so easily.
“Guess I owe you a hug.” Her soft breath tickles my skin as she whispers inside my ear and it makes my cock rise beneath the towel.
I shouldn’t allow her to be so close, not while I’m visualizing her pinned to my bed by her wrists, and owning the fuck out of her sassy little cunt.
When that delicate hand of hers starts to creep down my chest, I damn nearly turn around and flip her on her back to let my cock have its way.
“Bring your bike by the garage when you’ve got time, and I’ll work on that crank you get when you shift into second.”
I don’t have the chance to ask her how the hell she knows that, because the bitch’s teeth sink into my lobe and all my focus diverts to not blowing my load.
She goes back to her side of the bed and lies back. And I lie out beside her, keeping a safe amount of distance between us as we both silently stare up at the ceiling.
Her hand slowly creeps over mine, and I don’t know what the fuck’s come over me when I slip my fingers between hers, and squeeze her inside them.
“I don’t say this to many people, Grimm, but I like you,” she confesses, and when I roll my head to the side to look at her and those big blue eyes are staring back at me, I feel myself weakening.
“I think I like you too,” I whisper, petrified at how those words sound coming out of me. I watch a satisfied little smile decorate her face before she closes her eyes, and it makes it impossible to believe that she could be the creator of such chaos. Then I wonder if she is it… my ultimate test. I can’t deny it to myself any more, Rogue has become the darkest of my desires, and if she’s what Satan has sent to test me… I’m completely fucked.
Four whole days pass, and Grimm still hasn’t asked for an explanation for why I’m staying at his place. It’s obvious that he’s trying to avoid me. He leaves the cabin early and he gets back late. But every night after he gets home, he gets into bed beside me and lies awake with me in the darkness for a little while.
He wants what I want, I can sense it. The pull between us is undeniable, and if Grimm was any other man he’d have taken what he wanted from me by now.
I think that's why I crave him so much, because I know that beneath all that coldness toward me, there’s a trace of a conscience there. Instinct tells me that Grimm senses all the emotions inside me that I fight to keep hidden and that he’s protecting me from all of his. Either that or he thinks my head isn’t screwed on right and worries that if he fucks me, he’ll end up like Eddie.
It’s a Sunday, but I have every intention of catching up with some work at the garage… Until I see him step out of the bedroom.
He looks different today, instead of his usual ripped jeans and black T-shirt, he’s wearing smart black jeans, an immaculately pressed black shirt, and, even more shockingly, a thin black tie. He takes the seat at the table and concentrates profoundly on polishing his black shoes
“Who died?” I ask, leaning my ass against the kitchen counter and sipping my coffee.
Taking his attention away from his shoes, he stares back at me coldly, it’s a warning for me not to continue my questioning, and it's also hot as fuck.
“I’ll be back later,” he tells me, slipping them on and tying the laces. I don’t know how he does it to me, but watching Grimm doing simple, everyday tasks gets me real flustered.
When he stands up, he tips his chin at me and heads straight out the door, leaving his cut hanging on the hook.
I wait until I hear his bike leave the yard, then knowing I only have a few seconds to make the decision, I weigh up my options.
Naturally, I go with the one that’s gonna get me in trouble, and I snatch up my purse as I rush out the door.
The yard is empty and I quickly hop inside the car parked outside Skid’s cabin.
I feel under the wheel and tug on the plastic casing. Hot wiring a car was one of the first things Chop ever taught me. I may have gotten a little rusty, but I shouldn't have any trouble. Turns out my skills aren’t required, the keys are still hanging from the ignition. So, after starting the engine, I quickly reverse and make my way down the track toward the clubhouse in pursuit of Grimm.
I spot him at the bottom of the track, heading out onto the main road. After pulling out myself, I make sure I keep a safe distance as I tail him through town, and up past Pines Peak.
The thought comes to me that he might be meeting a female. He’s sure made an effort to look good this morning. The thought of all that being for someone else makes me squeeze the steering wheel tighter in my palms.
At the very least, if that’s what he is doing, I can see what the bitch has that I don’t.
Grimm eventually pulls off the main road, and I slow my speed down, giving him a chance to get ahead before I take the same turn myself. We’re in a much quieter setting now, and it’s getting real hard not to be noticeable.
When he rides his bike through a tall set of gates that lead to a huge mansion-style property, I have no choice but to keep driving past. A few yards up the road, I find a place to pull over, ditch the car, and jog back toward the gates.
I keep myself shielded behind the stone pillar and watch him making his way through the front entrance before I read the plaque on the gate.
