“Let’s go to sleep. I still want to hold you, and I know you still need me because you haven’t let go of my hand yet,” he murmurs softly, and his lips brush over mine as he starts carrying me to the bedroom.
“Goodnight, Angelica,” I murmur against Brazen’s lips.
“Goodnight, Araya. Thank you for letting me stay here,” she offers very respectfully, and I turn to see her stroking Grayson’s hair.
I almost frown when I think back to one of Hale’s savage episodes. I sat up all night just running my fingers through his hair and kissing his chest. When he woke up, he had no recollection of the havoc he had wreaked, and all he wanted to do was be with me. We stayed in for weeks just being together.
“You still hungry?” Brazen asks, and my memory switch flips back off when I come back to the present.
“Yes, but I don’t feel like eating. I know you like doing what I do though,” I murmur, and my lips cover his.
He lets out a weak groan before jerking my hips to meet his, and then he pulls back grumbling.
“We can’t. They’re just kids, and I promised Nicholas.”
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I seduce, and then my lips begin strolling over his chest where my teeth threaten to break the skin.
“Araya, please just let me hold you.”
“What happened to wanting your chance to show me how you fuck?”
His eyes darken, and his lips cover mine more fervently as the door slams to the bedroom. He grips me tighter, and then he slides my shirt up to reveal my still bare body beneath.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and then he pushes me to the bed before falling on top of me - his hand holding mine in a binding position as he undoes his pants with his free hand.
“Are you okay?” I hear Angelica ask.
Fuck. No. Not now.
Our torrid moment halts as we both listen, and his lips dangle just above mine as I thrust my hips up to meet his halfway undone pants. He starts to resume our moment when we hear Grayson’s voice.
“Did I hurt anyone?” he worries, and that sours the moment instantly.
I do understand that - losing yourself, and then worrying about the damage you’ve caused.
Brazen pulls me up, and I pull his shirt back down to cover my body once again. I grumble in frustration as he walks out with me to face the newbie with a lot of power.
“You didn’t hurt anyone that wasn’t trying to hurt you. Call Nicholas, Angelica. Tell him we’ll have this conversation tonight after all,” I assert.
She pulls out her phone and steps away. Grayson’s eyes follow her, and I smile lightly at the way he watches her when she’s not looking. Brazen’s hand takes mine as he pulls me down into the chair with him, and Angelica returns to the room to take a seat beside Grayson.
“Dad is on his way up. Before he gets here, I need to know why I feel like I can’t leave his side. My father is not going to understand,” she urges.
“You feel it too?” Grayson asks in disbelief.
“That’s why I’m still here,” she murmurs softly, and his lips find hers before Brazen can stop it.
“You might not want to do that when your dad gets here,” he finally manages to grumble.
Grayson smiles, and then he takes her hand in his before turning his attention back to us.
“How old are you?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“I’m either eighteen or nineteen.”
“You don’t know?” Brazen muses.
“It’s kind of blurry,” he murmurs hesitantly.
