Chapter 33 Gray #2
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she confessed as she closed her eyes so she could say the words. “I think I have a kink or something, but the idea of anything between us, I hate it. I want to feel you.”
Surely, she knew I wasn’t opposed to this suggestion — my dick was harder than a rock. “But what if it fails, like last time?”
“I was on the pill, then I had a course of antibiotics the week before for an ear infection, and I didn’t know they could affect the reliability of the pill.”
“And the shot? Does it have weaknesses?” I asked her gently as her hand slowed down.
“Some, I mean nothing is completely one hundred percent, unless you just aren’t having sex, I suppose.” Quinn looked up at me. “Are you freaked out?”
“No, if you want that, then I’m completely okay with it. I hate the idea of having something between us as much as you seem to,” I told her truthfully.
“But what if it happens again?” she asked me, and I saw the residual fear lingering.
“Then we handle it, better than last time.” I kissed her slowly. “And I mean both of us. But also, this time, we know if you’re sick, then we wrap up.”
Reaching up, she pulled my lips down to hers and kissed me. Everything she had ever held back was in that kiss. It blew my mind, and I felt myself falling even deeper in love with her. When we pulled apart, her hand was still circling my dick, and her legs were drawn up either side of me.
“I love you,” Quinn whispered as she looked up at me. “You know that, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Good, now give me what I want.”
* * *
Walking into the football house, I said hi to a few of my teammates before I made my way upstairs. Rapping against my brother’s door, I waited before I tried the handle. His room was empty.
Feeling slightly hesitant, I then knocked on Ash’s door. I heard a murmur, and not thinking, I opened the door . . . to see a girl with long red hair riding his dick as he held onto her ass, his head thrown back in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut.
“Mia?” I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. It was like a bad car crash that held me transfixed.
“Holy moly!” Mia cried as she looked at me in shock before she grabbed the sheet to cover herself.
“What the fuck?” I demanded as I stared at them. And then to my utmost horror, my cousin climaxed in front of me, and Mia’s head rolled back as she groaned, Ash pulling her firmly down onto his dick.
Turning my back to them, I knew I would need to bleach my brain and cut off my ears so I never heard or saw that again.
“Fuck, you know how to work that pussy,” Ash said, and then I heard a curse. “Gray? What the fuck?”
I heard a lot of commotion and grunts, and then a firm grip on my shoulder as Ash spun me and glared at me.
“Why the fuck are you fucking watching me?” he demanded incredulously.
“Why the fuck are you fucking the best friend?” I exclaimed. “Man, Jett and I both told you not to hit that.”
“I can’t fuck her, but you can fuck Quinn?”
“What are you even saying right now?” I asked him in astonishment. “It’s not even remotely the same thing. And, dude, fucking cover it up!”
“You don’t want to see my dick, don’t watch me having sex!”
“I wasn’t watching you. Jesus, that sounds fucking sordid.”
We both turned when the bathroom door closed and locked, and Ash turned back to look at me. “Well, thanks for that,” he sneered.
My mind was blown. “What are you doing?” I asked him quietly.
“I was enjoying Sunday afternoon, but yet again you fucked up my life.”
“Oh, quit being a little bitch,” I muttered as I pulled out my phone. “And seriously cover your junk up.”
Me: Did you know Ash was screwing the best friend?
Jett: Tell me you’re joking
Me: I literally just walked in as he came
Jett: That’s nasty, why do I need to know that!?
Me: You’re my twin — we’re supposed to share. Get your ass here, I can’t deal with this alone
Jett: Fine
When I looked up, Ash was pulling on his jeans and glaring at me.
“What?” I demanded.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s a huge fucking deal, and you know it. You knew it, and you tapped it anyway.”
He flipped me off as he sat back on his bed. I stared at him, and he looked back.
“Are you serious?” I asked him.
“What?”
“She’s still in your fucking bathroom,” I hissed at him.
He looked over his shoulder and then peered over the side of the bed, coming back up with a top and a bra. “Huh, she’s like Ava.”
“What?” I had to be in some form of fucking parallel universe, because this was the weirdest shit that’d ever happened to me.
“Naked? In the bathroom?” He looked over at me and rolled his eyes. “Never mind. Fuck off so she can go. I guess you told Jett.” When I nodded, he sighed in frustration. “Fine, I’ll get rid of her, then you can both chew my ass out.”
“Shut the fuck up. I just saw too fucking much already, I don’t need your ass added into it.” Turning, I headed to my room and paced the floor as I waited.
I heard a murmur, then a crash, and bracing myself, I opened the door. Mia was running down the stairs, and Ash was holding his cheek.
“She hit you?” I asked him curiously.
“Threw a cup at me.”
“Savage.” I grinned.
“Shut up.”
Jett arrived about ten minutes later, and the two of us stood, waiting for Ash to explain himself.
“I have no idea why you’re both so hung up on this,” he muttered. “She’s just a hookup.”
“She’s Ava’s best friend,” Jett stressed.
“So?”
“I might hit him,” Jett said as he turned to me.
“Ash, this is not cool.” I saw him shut down, and I knew no matter what I said, he wasn’t listening. So, I changed tactics. “Was this the only time?”
Ash shrugged, and I exchanged a look with Jett. “How long?” Jett asked.
“Long? It’s just sex.”
“With my girlfriend’s best friend,” Jett reminded him.
“It’s casual sex. It’s nothing. We’re in college for fuck’s sake.”
“If it was nothing, you brainless dick, she wouldn’t have thrown a fucking cup at you,” I growled.
“What do you want?” Ash demanded. “For me not to have sex with her again? Fine. You happy?”
I was very close to losing my shit. So was Jett. They had the nerve to say I self-destructed.
“Look, you stupid little—”
The door swung open, and we turned as one.
Quinn stood in the doorway, fear in her eyes. “They’ve come looking for me.”