18. Chapter 18
18
Malak
I was hard as a rock as I left Kelly half asleep on my bed with a half drank bottle of water in her hands. I didn’t bother having her go to her own room. I needed to talk to Grey, anyway. However, as I was making my way down the hallway, the taste of Kelly still on my mouth, Grey came into view, a frustrated and angry look on his face. In a second he barreled towards me, and I stumbled back against the wall to the left of me. I could feel he was putting more strength into it than normal.
“Why the fuck do you have to get in the middle of everything?” Grey asked. His voice a low hiss.
I growled under my breath and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, but didn’t move. His body was close to mine, a masculine scent that mirrored my own in ways. I eyed his face.
“You know, if you just behaved, you might actually have been in the middle,” I told him. I smirked and let go of his shirt. His anger didn’t frighten me.
I watched his eyes shift down to my bare chest, then my jeans.
“I almost had her,” Grey told me, seeming to force his eyes back to mine. “She was going to tell me. I know it.”
I chuckled low. “Let’s tie you to a chair by surprise. See how much you tell me, huh?” I asked him. “You do whatever the fuck you want with Kelly, but if I ever find out she didn’t want it, you better hope you can outrun me.”
“Shut the fuck up, you came in here, acting all good guy. We both know Kelly wouldn’t be going for you if she knew everything,” Grey threatened.
I stared back at him. “Oh please, this doesn’t need to be a fight between you and me, asshole,” I growled at him.
Grey eyed me. “What do you mean?” he asked.
I gripped his shirt tighter and in one swift movement switch out places. Grey grunted as his back hit the wall, and I pushed him tighter against it.
“She wants us both,” I crooned, “and you want me, don’t deny it.”
Grey placed his hands on my shoulders, his fingers curled into my skin, sending pleasure tingling down my back.
“And you expect me to believe you want me, Malak?” Grey asked, a look of doubt in his dark eyes.
I licked my lips and pushed closer to him, one of my hands sliding down. I looped two fingers into a belt loop and tugged his hips closer. My cock pressed against his thigh between our jeans.
“I’ve been trying to keep you out of trouble and fighting with you for six years, you picked me up off the floor after Rose, we’ve stitched each other back up,” I reminded him, “How could I not want you Grey?”
I watched his entire face flush deep.
“Don’t give me that fluffy shit,” he insisted and pushed at my shoulders.
I groaned and pushed him tighter against the wall.
“Fine,” I rumbled out, “You’re a smarmy little bitch, but every time I see you I want to fuck you against a wall. Force you on your knees and watch you suck my cock. That good enough for you?”
Greyson’s hips squirmed against me. “Prove it,” he spat at me.
I could see it in his eyes. The way he enjoyed getting on my nerves, the pent up aggression, anger. The little brat.
“You asked for it,” I told him and the next second I was dragging him by the belt loop to his bedroom and shoving him through the doorway.
My blood was pumping hard. I could hear my pulse heavy and quick in my ears. Grey was kicking off his shoes and sitting on the end of his bed. I shut the door, never taking my eyes off him. My length was aching within the confines of my jeans.
Grey moved nervously, looking like he could barely contain himself, and it only turned me on more. I stalked over to him, towering above him where he sit on the bed and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt.
I took his mouth with mine, kissing him fervently. His hands slid to my chest, fingers curling against my pecs and I wrapped an arm around his body to tug his lankier but tone body closer to mine.
He kissed me back needily. Grey’s nails pushed against my flesh and a low groan escaped my throat as our mouths parted for a split second.
The next we were on the bed, and his mouth captured mine this time. No hesitation. I had always thought he was too much trouble to get physically involved with, even with how hot he was. Honestly, I never thought he’d figure it out. The taste of his mouth and his body pushing against mine. I suddenly no longer cared. Fuck it.
My body was on fire, and as I pushed my hips harder against his, I felt his own hard on struggling within his jeans. My fingers slid down and undid the buttons, slowly pulling the zipper down.
Grey’s breath hitched in his throat as my hand slid into his boxers and wrapped around his hard length. My mouth parted from his, trailing down his smooth jawline to his neck. I sucked his skin into my mouth, swirled my tongue several times, and let it go with a soft pop. A bright red hickey was already forming on his neck.
I mirrored the sound of his groans as I stroked his cock from base to tip, brushing my thumb along his small slit.
One of Grey’s hands slid to the back of my hair, tangling in it and gripping at the roots.
“Malak,” he moaned.
I stroked his cock faster, my head dizzy with arousal as I thought about what I planned next.
“Let me—” he trailed off, and I felt his free hand slide down to my jeans.
I growled and bit at his shoulder. My teeth sicking into him almost hard enough to draw blood.
“No,” I told him after, “You’re going to cum for me, and then you’re going to suck my cock, you understand?”
Greyson shivered against me. His hips rocked against my hand. I could feel him throbbing within my grasp.
I kissed him again, attempting to distract myself from the aching need to shove him down before it was time.
His tongue pushed into my mouth and mine met it was desperate enthusiasm.
My thumb gathered the pre-cum at the tip of his dick and rubbed it along his length before stroking him faster. I pulled my lips away from his and slid my mouth to his ear, nipping at it.
“Cum for me,” I demanded. My voice was a low husk into his ear.
“Ahhh, fuck,” Grey groaned, breath hitching.
“That’s it,” I crooned.
Grey gripped my hair tighter. My cock throbbed as I shivered in pleasure.
I felt his cock pulse in my hand. His body went rigid and his hips bucked against my grip. Grey tilted his head back, his fingers gripping even tighter at me, and I grunted needily.
I looked down to see his cum staining my jeans and dripping onto his bed. When I looked back up at him, his eyes were droopy and he looked completely lost in pleasure. I was almost worried I’d worn him out too much, when he tilted his head back up to look at me, and then pushed me onto my back with a slow shove. I didn’t fight him. Eager to see what he was going to do. He moved hesitantly at first as he undid my pants and tugged them down a bit. My breath picked up as he found my hard length and brought it out into the open. The cooler air of the room hitting my skin caused a shiver to run down my spine.
Grey moved with slightly shaky arms down to hover between my legs. My eyes watched with perverted curiosity.
His mouth enveloped the head of my cock slowly. My breath hitched as he took as much of my cock into his mouth as he could. I kept my head tilted up so I could watch him as he eagerly started to bob his head. I groaned as his tongue twirled around the tip, I could feel the way his mouth explored me. The curiosity in every suck and lick as Grey learned by feel, and.
“Uhh, shit,” I moaned, forced to tilt my head back against the bed. My hips rocked slow against his mouth.
“Use your hand too,” I told him.
Grey wrapped a hand around the base of my cock where his mouth just wasn’t quite reaching.
I shivered and my hips bucked up into his grasp. He stroked my length in time with his mouth. His spit coating my cock just enough that whenever his mouth popped off my head, I felt the cool air in the room, and tensed.
“Ahh, fuck,” I said with a groan.
Grey sped up. The sound and feel of his mouth around my cock and his hand stroking in tandem drove me closer to the edge. Fire pooled in my stomach and groin, my hips bucking. I held on longer. Forcing myself to step away from the edge and hold on to the pleasure I was feeling.
Suddenly Grey’s hand left my throbbing length, and he was forcing my cock further into his mouth, his fingers digging into my sides.
I couldn’t stop it.
“Fuck!” I growled. My hips bucked upward as my cock throbbed. I heard Grey gag on my length as I came in his mouth. His head bobbed up and his mouth pulled off of me.
I shivered and struggled to relax my hips as one last stream of cum dripped along my shaft.
When I tilted my head up, I saw Grey there, eyes droopy, my cum dripping from his mouth along his chin.
I felt that familiar fire light in my core but I ignored it. I slowly sat up and reached out to my bedside table to grab a issue. Grey was quiet as I wiped at his chin and then myself before tossing it into the trash.
My mind was cloudy with bliss as I looked at him as he sat up on the bed. When our eyes met, he just smirked, his face flushed.
However, as I chuckled low and shifted closer to him, I watched as he stared to the side of me. I was tired; I figured he was too, but the look on his face wasn’t exhaustion.
“Grey?” I asked.
I eyed him. Grey’s shoulders tensed. His eyes didn’t meet mine. He was somewhere else.
“Greyson,” I said again, a bit louder, and shifted closer to him.
Grey flinched, his eyes glossy and his hands balled into fists.
“No,” he mumbled.
His breath was quicker. He looked like he might just start vibrating.
“Hey,” I said quietly and put a hand out closer to him.
He flinched at my movement.
I recognized that look on his face. I’d recognized it on my sister's face, my own face in the mirror. Anger welled up in my stomach, and I pushed my own horrible memories down.
I quickly re situated my pants, and scooted closer to him.
“Hey, Greyson,” I said, voice steady, “Look at me.” I placed my fingers gently on his jawline and forced his head to turn. Breaking his eye contact with the headboard.
His arms flailed out to try to push me away. I quickly steadied his shoulders.
“It’s okay,” I said, “It’s just me, it’s Malak.”
Grey’s breath hitched in his throat over and over as he struggled. His eyes were wet with tears and his body was rigid.
“Look in my eyes,” I told him, sliding my other hand up to his face once more and making him look me in the eyes.
“They can’t hurt you, okay?” I told him, “They’re not here.”
He swallowed. “I’m fine,” he insisted, blinking, but I could feel his pulse against the side of my hand on his shoulder.
“I’m okay,” he lied.
I could feel him shaking underneath my grasp. My heart ached in my chest. The same way it had with Kelly. I wanted to kill whoever had hurt the both of them. I knew Grey had a shit past with his family, but sharing wasn’t exactly either of our best attributes.
“Tell me,” I insisted.
Grey shook his head. I growled softly. I wanted to know. I wanted to know so I could track down however it was, and make them wish they never touch him. As much of an asshole as he was, I couldn’t fathom the idea of someone hurting him. Not in a way that made him look like that. Scared, haunted, broken.
I forced myself not to push the issue. Instead, I slowly slid away from him and off the bed. I needed a drink, so did he. So I left the room without saying anything and headed for the kitchen. I didn’t want to bother Kelly by going into my bedroom to get water.
When I came back to Grey’s room with two water bottles and a shot of whiskey already in my stomach, he was lying down, his face halfway buried into a pillow. Pants missing.
I eyed him and then closed the door behind me.
I stood there drinking my water for a moment and then set it down. Our eyes met. Well, one of his eyes met both of mine. The pillow covered the other eye.
I held the other water bottle out to him and he snatched it from my grasp as though taking my help was a chore. I could see the shame, embarrassment on his face. In most cases, I would be happy to see it. He needed to be knocked down a peg usually — in that moment, however; it made my stomach ache.
I shook my head and then started to take my pants off.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Kelly’s in my room. I’m not gonna sleep in her room,” I told him.
He rolled his eyes and continued guzzling down the water. I watched him twist the cap back on and toss the half empty bottle to the side of his bed. I picked it up and put it next to mine on the nightstand before climbing into the bed.
I sighed as I laid on my back and put an arm behind my head. I looked over at Grey, who was peaking at me from where he lay.
That’s almost, dare I say, cute.
As if he could hear what I was thinking, his face flushed a deeper shade of red.
I rolled my own eyes and then closed them with a sigh, not bothering to fight the call of sleep, but keeping a close feeling for Greyson beside me.
For the first night in months, I didn’t wake up at two in the morning to smoke. I didn’t wake to check my messages or lay staring at the ceiling for several hours. I just slept. When I woke, Grey’s body was tucked peacefully against my own as I remained laying on my back, my arm spread out to the side.
The lingering heat in the room was replaced by the cool air that came through a cracked window.
I glanced groggily down at myself. The blanket just barely covering me, but I wasn’t cold. I looked over at Grey. I could hear his soft snores. I debated staying in bed, smirking to myself.
A shiver ran up my spine as I thought about the night before. The pleasure, sweat, desire. I had half the mind to gently rouse Grey and continue, but I remembered what had happened afterwards, and decided to let him sleep.
The scent of sex had no doubt cleared from both rooms. I would never forget the sounds Kelly made as I had my face between her thighs. The feeling of Grey’s mouth around me, the way he grunted and moaned as he came due to my hand. The moans and sensations that lured me to my end. As my gaze shifted back to Grey, seeing his hair draped over his face, his breath soft. I thought he looked less frustrating than usual. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was nothing but a puppy in a big dog's body. Frankly, I did kind of think that.
I shook my head and carefully maneuvered out of the bed. I grunted softly and looked down before shaking my head and pulling my jeans back on from the floor with an uncomfortable sigh. I ignored the blood rushing to my groin as well I could before I slipped out of the bedroom, and to the bathroom, then the kitchen.
Since no one else was up yet, and I was most certainly the chef of the apartment, I decided to cook breakfast. Some part of me thought, perhaps after the raw, passionate interactions I’d had with both Kelly and Grey, would might all get along better. There were things that still needed to be spoken about, problems to solve, Karma to find its way, but just maybe, breakfast would help move things along positively.
I needed something positive, so fucking bad.
So much so that I let myself go along with the fantasy that Grey, of all people, might actually not regret what had happened. I smiled to myself as I pulled all the ingredients from the fridge and cabinets. Soon the kitchen was overflowing with the scent of sounds of sizzling bacon, waffles, freshly cut fruit, coffee, and juice. I hummed to myself as I cooked, and didn’t dare question the sudden happiness I felt in that moment.
Nothing else mattered. The club, my problems, fucking nothing.
Just breakfast, and the hot, sexy, wonderful memory of Kelly and Grey. I wondered what it would be like to get all of us in the same bed. Naked. Sweaty. Hot. Rose slipped into my thoughts as well, and despite the pain she had left in me, the desire was hotter than ever after our most recent interactions. I wanted all of them, and for just a small moment, I thought maybe it could happen.
My bubble was abruptly burst into by the sound of the bedroom door open, feet pattering on the hardwood floor and the sound of Kelly’s voice. Concerned, hushed.
I turned around from the stove, shirtless, baring every marked itched of skin on my chest and shoulders carelessly. I saw Kelly whip past the entrance to the kitchen. I turned down the burner and pulled the waffle maker open right as the next batch finished before heading into the living room.
The desire to rush over to Kelly, ask her what was wrong, burned hot inside me — but I resisted. I hesitated near the end of the hallway.
“Dad, hold on,” Kelly said into the phone. I could tell she was still trying to keep her voice hushed, but I just leaned against the wall, listening anyway. My shoulders tense.
“Okay, Lindsey’s there?” she asked.
My brow furrowed.
“No, the last time we spoke, she told me to leave her alone.” Kelly sounded insistent.
Footsteps sounded behind me, and I looked over my shoulder, watching as Grey was headed to the bathroom. He didn’t seem at all concerned about Kelly. I shook my head and looked back over to in the dimness. The only light came from the light over the stovetop, and it barely shone out into the hallway.
“I can’t just leave and come there. I have work.” I watched Kelly’s forehead, lined three times over.
Her eyes widened, and her free hand balled into a fist. I felt compelled to step closer as I saw her emotion, but suddenly her eyes met mine.
I’d been caught. Not that I had been hiding very well.
Her throat moved with a swallow and she stared at me, her eyes glistening.
My foot moved to step closer, but she shook her head.
I stopped.
I swear, karma is going to have a hell of a hit list if people don’t stop their bullshit.