Chapter 22
22
“ T here’s a pretty little flower in your bed. How did that get there, I wonder?”
I crack one eye open, and Grey is leaning over the two of us with pure mischievous intent reigning supreme on his face.
He’s freshly showered and bare-chested, with only a pair of shorts on, sipping a steaming mug of coffee. I don’t know what fucking time it is, but I’m guessing from the look of those dark circles under his eyes, the butcher has been busy plying his trade all night.
I raise one finger to my lips, scowling in his direction, before checking the girl sleeping soundly curled up beneath my arm is doing just that, and hasn’t been woken up by his arrival.
Grey’s lips curve into a dangerous look over the rim of his cup.
“Oh, big guy, don’t worry… I know your little secrets. I know what’s got you in such a good mood every morning.”
I give him the finger.
He takes a long sip, then smirks. “Taste of pussy fresh on your tongue to start your day? Yeah, I’d be skipping around the place, too.”
The asshole fixes his gaze on Poe’s sleeping figure, then looks back at me. Whatever is running through his mind right now… I don’t know if I’m exactly ready to hear it. Or maybe I am, and this whole goddamn mess is inevitable because I’m simply unable to stay away from her, and this prick knows my every weakness.
“You planning on cuddling her every night until your nuts turn blue and fall off or what?”
I drop my head back against my pillow and pinch the bridge of my nose. Ever the shit stirrer Grey is, he continues to linger, and I just know he’s not gonna drop this. Certainly, the prick isn’t going to leave now that he’s walked in on this moment.
In all honesty, it’s probably a miracle he hasn’t stumbled upon anything more than this scene right here. Which leaves me feeling guilty because he’s been spending day and fucking night dealing with individuals involved with those who took her.
Grey might love an opportunity to wield his knife, but that doesn’t mean it’s all he amounts to. Sometimes, I don’t know if he remembers that, and I wish to god I could say it to his face so he could hear the words out loud.
“Or… do you have some secrets to spill, hmm?” Grey puts his empty mug down on the bedside table and starts to prowl around the bed to the opposite side.
Those hazel eyes dart between Poe’s sleeping figure, and me. His face splits into a grin, which I return with a don’t fuck with me glare.
“Maybe you’ve been getting your dick wet this whole time, and it’s all just pretend that you’ve kept your hands to yourself.”
I shake my head .
He lowers himself onto the bed, being ever so careful to avoid waking the girl sleeping between us.
“Wanna show me, then?” That wicked look on his face is downright hungry. Sometimes, I feel like Grey’s the part of me I don’t show on the outside. He’s able to be charming and free with his words and express himself in a way I’ve never been capable of. Right now, his open curiosity and desire are mirrored by the heat pooling in my groin.
“Go on.” He says softly. Temptingly. “Let me see exactly what you do when you’re all alone with our pretty little slut.”
I have to work down a swallow. We’ve been friends and fuck buddies for what feels like forever. Maybe in another life, some might call it a relationship, but I think Grey would hack his own arm off rather than consider himself attached to another person in that sort of way.
Yet, his eyes are on me, and all I can think about is that night when the four of us were together—about sharing her with Grey specifically—and how unbelievable that was.
He slides closer and keeps his gaze fixed on the figure breathing softly, tucked against my chest. Poe is lying on her side and takes up hardly any room on my giant mattress, leaving ample space for Grey to fit himself right behind her.
“Does her cunt taste extra sweet when you know you’re not supposed to crave it?”
Fuck him. Fuck him for knowing the truth to that question.
I tilt my head in his direction and give him a look before letting my eyes drop closed. As the reluctance to admit it eats away at me, I nod.
“Always goddamn noble, aren’t you. Has she begged you yet? Humped your tongue and told you she’s desperate for another ride?”
My eyes pop open real fucking fast. Grey’s amused stare meets mine, and he tuts quietly.
“So, our dirty little flower is drooling for your dick, and you’re giving yourself blue balls licking her pussy every five seconds… looks like I got here just in time to save you both from yourselves.”
As he speaks, he repositions her with careful hands, adjusting her body like a fragile eggshell, so that she’s tucked between his thighs, slowly shifting her to lie back against his torso.
“I’m not gonna wake her up,” he murmurs. “But I want to watch.”
Christ. That shreds my already tenuous self-restraint, because the idea of Grey wanting to see us together is a giant fucking turn-on in itself, and the head rush takes control within a second.
Bringing my hand to my mouth, I zip my lips.
Keep your mouth shut, and don’t disturb her.
“Peel those tiny panties off nice and slow,” he whispers, and the gritty edge to his voice does something to my body I cannot fucking explain.
Grey is hot and cocky as all hell. He takes me like a dream, but also manages to top from the bottom without fail, and I hate how much I get off on listening to him run his mouth. It’s not that I hate him for it, it’s more that I find myself all too easily addicted to his words running through my brain like a drug. Maybe it’s because they come so easily to him, but I love hearing his voice while I’m chasing a climax.
Doesn’t he know it, too.
Keeping my attention on her sleeping figure, I slowly and carefully lower her cotton underwear. They’re simple, black, and skim the soft swell of her lower stomach. There are so many inches of this girl’s perfect body I’ve imagined exploring with my tongue, and yet I haven’t been able to.
That first night was about owning her in the way we had been told to, and everything since then has been stolen moments when I’ve pushed the boundaries of what I’m damn well allowed to enjoy.
It’s not that I can’t say screw it all and fuck her, it’s that I know if I do, there’s no hope for me. Even less so if I kiss her. Having sex? I might survive that, but kissing this beautiful girl? The woman of my dreams? If I kiss her, it’s all over for me.
I know I’ll never recover from sampling a taste, of finally possessing the knowledge of what it’s like to share something so intimate and sensual.
As I carefully slip her underwear off, she sighs in her sleep and shuffles around so that she’s reclining fully against Grey’s chest.
He looks like he’s just won everything from the fucking entire derby to the sun itself.
“ Mmmfuck, ” he groans as her softness is fully revealed. “Look how wet she is. Already dripping for a hit of your dick and those goddamn piercings.”
I brace myself on both hands, staring right back into his stupidly handsome face, and arch my eyebrow.
You think I don’t know that?
“Go on then. Eat her nice and slow for me. Make sure our girl here wakes up ready to climb you and fuck herself down on your dick.”
As I lower my head, my gaze falls to her face, relaxed and lost in her own dreamscape, and then back to Grey. My cock strains, desperate and leaking for everything he just said.
So I bring my mouth to her pussy, inhaling all that sweetness and hint of arousal lingering there. Keeping my gaze firmly locked with his, I do exactly as Grey commanded.
I let my tongue roam a long, wet line through her center.