“When was your last time, Gray?” I ask him, leaning forward and resting my lips on his neck. He’s sweating which means he’s nervous. It also means that he wants me more than he’s willing to admit.
“Um …” he sucks in his breath when I slide a hand under his shirt. I’m impressed; his body is nothing like Ichabod’s. There’s no scar tissue that I can feel. No bumps from old tracks—nothing but the sign of discipline and hard work.
Which also means he has stamina.
Gray lowers his face toward mine and I can feel the heat of his breathing against my forehead. I glance up at him with a grin and see the hunger in his eyes.
Guys are so easy to work up. Much easier than chicks, and while I’m not into dick, I don’t mind indulging once in a while.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, grazing my lips against his. I use the arm that’s still wrapped around him to pull him closer, waiting for him to tell me that he wants me—because they all do—and continue to tease his torso with the tips of my fingers.
“I want you …” he takes a shuddering breath.
I know, I think with a smirk.
“To fucking leave,” he finishes in a stronger tone, shoving me away.
“What?”
I look at him in shock.
After the way he just swallowed my dick, how the hell could he possibly turn down what would obviously be the fuck of his lifetime?
“But you just—”
“To get you to leave,” he says, cutting me off. “I already told you that I have someone and I’m not comfortable doing things with you that I can’t with him.”
“Oh,” I say in realization. “So you can blow him but you can’t fuck him? How come? Something happen to him?”
Gray sighs again as he turns and wedges his way out of my reach. He walks over to the window and glances up into the night sky before he turns his attention back toward me.
“I’ve only ever fucked him once,” he explains giving me a meaningful stare. “And I decided when he wasn’t able to anymore, that I wouldn’t either.”
I narrow my eyes at the man across the room from me. This kid is freaky, and something about him is starting to put me on edge, though I can’t quite place it yet.
“Where is he?” I ask suspiciously.
Gray shakes his head and chuckles. He lets out his breath in a whoosh, crosses his arms over his chest, then walks over to where I am. Stopping just short of knocking me over, he looks me in the eye for an unnerving moment, before his eyes wander up toward the ceiling.
“Well, how about this,” I suggest, rubbing my chin thoughtfully. “We can go upstairs and ask him if it’s alright for me to fuck you, or I can just fuck you and he doesn’t have to know. I’m not much for gossip—I’m more of a facts kind of guy myself.”
Gray sighs heavily as he raises his hands then lets them fall to his sides.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he says quietly as he pushes past me and heads back toward the living room.
While I will admit he’s made the smart choice, I have to wonder what is so special about this Penn and whoever the pussy happens to be that
he’s willing to take one to keep me away from them.
Five
Bargaining with the Devil
Gray
We’re back on the couch. Lakyn is on top of me, crushing me with the weight of his kiss and need. He’s not a heavy guy by any means, but the way he’s trying to devour me whole right now means that I’m going to be in for one hell of a night.
As long as I can keep his mind off Penn and Aiden, then I’ll do what I have to in order to keep them safe.