Chapter 31 #2
I’m reminded of how Sally called him Grimalicious, and I give a tiny smile, my heart hurting just a little as I picture her lying in a hospital bed attached to a whole host of machines, including a ventilator.
I try hard to dislodge the thought.
Grim’s heart beats solidly against my chest. I feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine. And the heat of his skin, even through our clothes.
A muffled knock sounds at the front door. We’re close enough to hear it, which means that they’re close enough to hear us if we make so much as a squeak.
Grim’s grip on me tightens a little before releasing. I’m not alone. It’s all going to be fine. I press my face against his chest and squeeze my eyes shut.
Please don’t let them find us. Please, please, please.
“Just a moment!” Falkor calls out, his voice steady despite the chaos moments before.
I hear the front door open and the creak of the hinges.
I think Falkor says something, but I can’t make out what it is.
“Good afternoon, sir,” a male voice says, sounding formal and authoritative. “We’re from Draig Security. We’re conducting searches in this area. May we come in?”
“Of course, of course,” Falkor says. I can only just make it out, as he’s speaking softly. “Please, come right in. What’s this all about?” Louder this time as he moves inside the hallway, closer to where we are hiding.
The handle of the front door bumps against the closet door.
I hold my breath as I hear multiple pairs of booted footsteps enter the house.
“We’re looking for this male. I’m sure you heard about the terrible incident at the Vaccination Center.” There’s a pause. “Look at this photograph. Have you seen him?”
My heart is hammering so hard I’m afraid they’ll hear it.
“Let me see,” Falkor says. A pause. “Hmmmmm. He looks…familiar, somehow. But no, I don’t think I’ve seen him.”
“Are you certain, sir?”
“Well, my memory isn’t what it used to be,” Falkor admits with a self-deprecating chuckle. “But I spend most of my time at home. Don’t get out much these days. My joints, you know.”
“We need to search your home,” the Security officer says. “Standard procedure. I’m sure you won’t object.”
“Of course, of course. Please, look wherever you need to. I have nothing to hide. I will stay right here and out of your way.” He raises his voice as they walk deeper into the house.
Good old Falkor is positioning himself between them and us.
There’s the muffled sound of heavy boots on hardwood floors as well as doors opening and closing.
Every muscle in my body is taut with fear. Sweat beads on my forehead.
I need to hold it together a little longer. Just a little longer.
I press myself a little more flush against Grim, practically holding my breath as they return.
“Do you live alone, sir?” the officer asks Falkor.
I hope they didn’t find something. Something stupid we missed that will give us away.
“Yes, I do,” Falkor replies. “My mate passed several years ago. My children visit when they can, but…” he sighs, “they’re all grown now with kids of their own. It’s always good to see my family…my grandbabies, especially. I have four of them now. Can you believe it?”
“That’s wonderful. Sorry about your mate, sir.”
My breathing is getting ragged despite my best efforts. The closet is stuffy and hot. Or maybe that’s just because Grim’s body heat is surrounding me.
I concentrate on breathing lower and slower. Especially when someone walks past the front door.
Something starts to harden against my belly. I know exactly what that something is. It’s Grim. He’s getting hard…at a time like this.
My breath catches in my lungs.
Heat floods my face. I try to shift away, to give him space, but his hand tightens, holding me in place…trapping his cock between our bodies.
He’s right. It’s dangerous to move. His breathing changes, becoming slightly more labored. I swear I feel his member throb against me.
I should be appalled. Should be focused on the danger we’re in. On the Security officers searching the house right now, and the fact that we could be found out.
Instead, my nipples tighten. I’m sure he’ll feel them between our thin clothes. His dick gets harder and throbs again, and I feel myself get wet and ready for something that isn’t going to happen.
What the hell is wrong with me?
We could be discovered at any second. Could be dragged out of this closet and arrested. Or even worse, killed on sight.
And all I can think about is how hard Grim is. And how much I wish we could—
The air in the closet becomes charged. Electric, even.
Grim’s breathing matches my own now – quick, shallow, uneven. We’re both turned on, and it’s insane. He grips the back of my neck with his other hand. His fingers tighten in my hair just slightly, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
“All clear in the bedrooms,” a voice calls out.
“Kitchen’s clear too.”
“Bathroom as well,” a voice booms.
“Thank you for your cooperation, sir,” the lead officer says to Falkor. “Here’s my card. If you see this male, please contact us immediately. He’s extremely dangerous.”
“Of course, of course,” Falkor says. “I’ll keep an eye out. Good luck to you.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“One more thing,” the officer says, and my stomach drops. “Do you mind if we check your basement?”
“I don’t have a basement,” Falkor says cheerfully. “Just the main floor. This old house wasn’t built with one.”
“Very well. Thank you for your time, sir.”
“Not at all. Stay safe out there.”
The front door starts to close. The sound of footsteps on the front porch. Voices fading as they move to the next house.
But Grim and I don’t move. We can’t move just yet.
So we stay pressed together in the darkness, my face buried against his chest, his hands holding me close. His erection still hard and insistent against me.
My breathing has gone from fearful to something else entirely. Something that makes my thighs clench together. That makes me want to rock against him.
I feel Grim’s chest rumble with a suppressed growl. His fingers tighten in my hair again, just for a second.
This is torture.
What feels like an eternity passes before the closet door opens.
Light floods in, making me blink. Falkor’s worried face appears.
“They’re gone,” he says quietly. “You’re safe. For now. Let me go and keep an eye out.” He turns and walks away.
But Grim doesn’t release me immediately. His hands stay where they are for several long seconds.
Then he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers, his voice rough and strained. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
Only then does he let me go.
“It’s fine. All good,” I tell him as I leave the closet, trying to act like it was nothing.
Because it was nothing.
Just two people who are attracted to each other reacting in a perfectly natural way.