ith a nod.
I laugh.
I can’t help it.
He honestly seems to think that it’s this easy to get rid of me and I don’t understand what the deal is. I’ve been nice to him, allowed him the opportunity to experience my cock, and he’s still treating me like I’m a burden.
Is this how Ichabod feels?
I shake my head as I walk over to him, slam the door shut, then place a hand on the wall next to his head.
“I’m not done yet,” I tell him with a smirk. “I want to know what you’re hiding, Gray. I mean, it obviously has to be something major if you were willing to let someone other than your boy fuck you, isn’t it?”
I’ve used enough honey with this asshole at this point, and he’s going to get as much vinegar as I can drown him in until he gives me what I want.
Gray pushes himself off the wall, bumping me with his chest, and staring me in the eye with deadly intent.
“I could always kill you instead,” he says softly.
“You could,” I agree conversationally, “but something tells me that you don’t shit where you eat.”
He narrows his eyes, lets out his breath and I grin. “Didn’t think so. Anyway, I’m pretty sure you know I won’t leave until I get to meet him, um … them, so you may as well just lead the way.”
Gray licks his lips, then turns his face away. He seems to be weighing his options right now, but I can see his stance faltering slightly, and I know that this little battle is mine for the taking.
“Promise me that you won’t tell him,” he says quietly, looking at the floor.
“Scout’s honor,” I reply with a chuckle. Gray looks at me evenly and I sigh. “I already told you that I don’t gossip. I’m not interested in breaking up whatever little arrangement you have going on here. I’m more curious about what the big deal is, if I’m being honest.”
Gray holds my stare for a moment before he finally nods and motions for me to follow him. He opens the door again and I sigh loudly before he glares at me over his shoulder.
Seems I misunderstood.
I thought he was trying to get rid of me again, but as I follow him out into the hallway, I realize there’s a staircase at the other end of the building, and that’s where we’re headed.
He takes the stairs two at a time, and while I do my best to keep up, I’m damn near out of breath by the time we get up to the third floor.
“Jesus Christ. Isn’t there an elevator in this place?” I ask him when I finally reach him. He’s waiting at another door, arms crossed firmly over his chest, an amused smirk on his face. Alright, so I may not be as in shape as he is, but I don’t train like a fucking muscle-head either.
“Took you long enough,” he quips, looking me up and down.
“Yeah, whatever,” I reply as I wave him off. I bend over and rest my hands on my knees for a moment to get my breathing normal again, when he begins to fiddle with his key ring.
“Make sure you stay in line,” he warns me when I stand back upright. I shrug and nod as he pulls the door open and I follow him in.
The room is dark until he flips a switch on the side of the wall. He slides the keys back into his pocket and makes his way toward a large steel table in the center of the room.
There’s something under a large tarp … and it’s moving.
Gray walks to the head of the table, lifts the tarp slightly and smiles kindly at what’s underneath.
“Are you sure?” he asks, glancing up at me.
I nod, “Yeah; let’s boogie.”
He takes a deep breath as he moves to the other side of the table and begins to gently pull the tarp down until I can see what’s underneath.
It’s a young guy and a younger gal laying next to each other. They’re watching him with wide, frightened eyes, and now I’m even more curious than I was before.