The phone weighs heavier than it should in my pocket, but I ignore it. “How can I not? You want to send me away. You want me to lea—”
And then he is pressing against me. Harsh lips that leave no room for argument. But that is what I want to do.
Grayson has been the most confusing of the brothers. Hot and cold.
Always leaving me on edge, afraid that at any moment he would simply disappear. That I was too much of a burden.
His tongue drives into me as he continues to consume me.
I give as much as I take. My arms reach up, my fingers tangling into his hair. One of my legs wraps around his waist.
He uses a hand to grab my other, to cradle me against him, to walk us back to the metal shelves behind me. They dig into my back as he wedges me against them, his hard cock rubbing through the thin fabric of my shorts.
He pulls back to say, “You let them all leave their mark.”
His lips trail along my neck. He sucks the sensitive skin there. The sensation sends sparks of desire directly to my core. It has already bloomed and now it is overgrown, attempting to escape.
I need more than this.
“Grayson,” I murmur, rolling my hips up to him. I want to reach between us, to shove down our shorts, to jump on him. To ride these waves of ecstasy wherever they take me.
His hand moves and for a fleeting second I think he might do just as I want, but then he brushes against the phone in my pocket.
Before he can question me, the door whips open behind us. A nurse I don’t recognize stands in the doorway and mutters under her breath.
Grayson doesn’t react, he slowly separates from me, turning around, blocking me with his body. Protecting me. “Apologies, we will be leaving.” He grasps my hand and shields me from the newcomer’s line of sight as he leads us to my hospital room.
Back in there, he slams the door shut behind him. “Sunday, what is in your pocket?”
Axel jumps up from the bed. He eyes me speculatively. “I told you to make-up not make-out. But I suppose it needed to happen. The tension between the two of you is thick.”
“She has something in her pocket.” Grayson redirects him, not acknowledging anything Axel says.
Axel marches towards me.
I have all of three seconds to come up with an excuse, to run, to leave this situation.
But then I question that.
Why would Ihide it from them?
“I was going to tell you.” I’m not sure if that’s the truth, but it shocks both the brothers when I don’t fight them on it. When I pull the phone from my pocket. “I felt…fuck it. I saw something and I followed it.”
Where has keeping secrets from them ever gotten me?
Dead.
“Look.” My lips are still tingling, my nerves shot, my neck throbbing in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but I push it all down. I place my free hand on my hip, jut out my chin, harden my shoulders. “This is going to sound crazy but I saw a light shimmering and when I followed it, I ended up with this.” I open my hand, revealing the phone. “A nurse gave it to me. It’s from the agent.”
As soon as the words escape my lips, there’s another spark, a bright thread, it tangles endlessly around the phone, making it nearly impossible to look at.
“A…light?” Grayson questions. His voice is soft, unsure, but he doesn’t sound critical.
“A light.” Axel mulls it over. He too seems to be taking me seriously.
“Aren’t you going to call me crazy? That all of these deaths have made me go insane? That a knob is loose?”
“Sunday, you died ninety-nine times. You seeing a light is not too far out of the realm of possibility, is it?” Grayson murmurs, his voice is soft, gentle. “And you’re…you’re trusting us?” He reaches for the phone.
