A Brush With The Devil - Page 3

Gray.

I nod when he lets go of my hand and look down the street for a moment. I have to tear my eyes away from him so he doesn’t see the intent starting to form. I will admit that I like his name, though. It’s not too often you come across people named after colors, and he’s my first Gray, so it could be a good night if he loosens up some.

“I’m gonna go now, but it was nice to meet you, Lakyn,” he says with a small nod, as he tosses his smoke, and even smaller smile. His mind is telling him to walk away, but his heart is telling him that there’s a possibility of something here and I’m enjoying watching the two worlds inside of him collide.

“Can I come?” I ask innocently.

He sighs. “You don’t even know where I’m going.”

“Destinations aren’t important,” I say with a shrug. “Besides, I’m more of a live for the moment kind of guy.”

Gray’s jaw tightens and I have to do my best not to smirk. Getting to him is easy and it’s putting me in a good mood. Maybe if he’s a good boy, he’ll get to experience me wholly. And if he’s not … well, at the very least he’ll owe me a drink and some head. I’ve got the itch for him now and I’m not letting him out of my sight until it gets scratched. A grunt escapes him as he turns his back to me and starts walking again.

So I do what anybody else would do.

I continue my pursuit.

“Anyway, who wants to spend the night alone, am I right?” I say as I fall into step beside him. “The possibilities are always endless when you find a partner in crime—whatever that crime may happen to be.”

We cross the next street in silence and when he turns right, he almost bumps into me. I give him a grin and he responds with a glare. I don’t know why he wants to get rid of me—I’m a goddamn delight and he’ll find that out soon enough.

He just has to be willing to give me a chance.

“Do you live around here?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation going, but he continues his silence. “You know, you’re really starting to piss me off,” I snap. Deep breath, Lakyn. Use honey and not vinegar. “And I kinda like it, to be honest. The big, tall broody thing suits you.”

He shakes his head.

“How many tattoos do you have?”

Gray clears his throat and walks a little faster.

“Tell me about your girlfriend, then.”

He turns to glance at me over his shoulder, the ever prominent glare on his face, and something clicks inside of me.

“Or about your boyfriend?” I muse with a grin. “Is that what’s got you all hot and bothered? No, it can’t be entirely because you said they both love you. Hmm.”

Unless.

“Are you in one of those polyamorous, or whatever, relationships? I mean if you are, that’s pretty badass. You must be damn good in bed to be able to satisfy more than one hole,” I continue in appreciation. “So is it a guy and a girl? Two guys? I know it’s not two chicks; not the way your hand shook when we formally introduced ourselves to each other. I make you nervous, don’t I, Gray? It’s okay, not to suck my own dick or anything, but that happens a lot when I’m around.”

“I bet,” he finally says in a subdued tone.

I reach over and grab his arm to stop him from walking. Not because I care about anything other than he’s making it a little hard to keep up with him now, and I don’t want to pass out on the goddamn sidewalk. He slowly looks down at my hand gripping his forearm, then raises his eyes to me. It’s weird, but I can’t tell what’s going on inside of that beefcake brain of his.

“Can we chill for a minute or two? I feel like I’m trying out for track or some shit with as fast as you’re going.”

He clenches his jaw again, runs a hand over his face, then nods. I reach into my jeans pocket and pull out my pack of smokes, holding it out to him, and grinning when he takes one. If I learned anything at all from my time with Beatrix, is that something as simple as that is a surefire sign that he should be easy enough to manipulate.

“Thanks,” he says quietly after I light his cigarette.

“Don’t mention it,” I reply as I take a drag off my smoke. I toss the lighter into the pack, then slide it back into my pocket, and glance up at the night sky. “Ever wonder if anything else is out there?”

“Like aliens?” he inquires curiously.

I roll my eyes, “No. Like a higher being or something.”

“No,” he says bluntly.

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