We walk farther into my lavish room.
“Shouldn’t you put something on first?” Grey asks.
“Why? Doesn’t this fit me?” I retort, right as the towel drops to the floor.
His face goes from slightly flushed to red as a beet, and the color complements his otherwise pale skin.
“Better?” I chuckle.
“Goddammit, Apollo. This isn’t the time for sexual innuendos. Just help him out. Please,” Aspen grumbles as she sets him down on my giant bed.
I roll my eyes and grab some clean boxershorts to put on before I grab the first-aid kit from my closet. When I approach them Grey leers up at me with apprehension, which I understand. After all, our first encounter ended with him tied up, sucking the cum straight from my tip while whimpering like a little twink high on sex. And honestly, sometimes that’s all someone needs to truly find peace.
Grey
He kneelsin front of me, and my heart rate shoots up.
This is the motherfucker who tied me to that chair and had me lick the cum off his length.
He’s dangerous.
And not just because of his muscles.
I glare at him as he grabs my pants, my entire body flinching as he wraps his calloused fingers around my ankle. His icy-gray eyes pierce mine with intent, and I don’t fucking know why I’m so hyperaware of his hand slipping up my leg.
“Go on then, strip,” he says, with that deadly smirk of his.
“Fuck no,” I grit back.
“Grey …” Aspen places a hand on my shoulder, and it pulls me out of my anger.
She’s the calm beneath my storm.
“If we’re gonna take out the bullet, your pants need to go,” Apollo says, grinning. “If I wanted to see your cock, I wouldn’t even have had to ask.”
My jaw drops, but the heat still rushes to my cheeks, and it makes me lash out. I kick him in the face with my good leg, but he catches my foot midair.
“Play nice, Ghost-boy. You came to me, remember?”
“Why are you calling him Ghost-boy?” Aspen shivers. “It freaks me out.”
“He’s got white hair,” Apollo says, shrugging. “Moves like he’s invisible too.”
“I don’t want to be seen,” I reply. “Not by someone like you anyway.”
“Too late for that.” Those intense eyes of his bore into mine again. “Because I’ve most definitely already seen everything I need to know about you.”
I can’t stop staring, and neither does he. Suddenly, he rips down my pants, leaving only my boxers, which apparently don’t fucking help much against his hungered glare.
Goddammit.
“Let’s go somewhere else,” I growl, as I attempt to get up.
But Apollo’s strong grip on my leg keeps me in place.
“Stay.”
CHAPTER 40
