“Ask me.”
My stomach flipped as I chewed my bottom lip like a crack addict jonesing for their next fix. “Gray,” I whispered.
“Say it.”
“Can I?”
“Can you what?” His voice sounded strained, thick with lust.
I looked around me. There was no one there. “Can I touch myself?” I asked him, my voice almost inaudible.
His breath caught, and I knew exactly how he would look, eyes heavy with desire, his cheeks would be sucked in as he looked at me, making him look angry, fierce,masterful.
“No.”
My whole body deflated at the word; I could feel the gnawing in my gut intensify. “Why?” I actually flinched at the neediness in my voice.
“OnlyIget to touch you.”
I wanted to hang up on him. I wanted to shove my hand down my pants and find my release while he listened. I realized in a certain foggy part of my brain I was acting irrationally; the rest of my brain didn’t care.
Packing my stuff, I kept him on the phone. “Fine. I’m on the third floor of the library, and I’m heading to the disabled bathroom. If you’re not here within ten minutes, I don’t care what you say, I’m doing it whether you say I can or not.”
He was there in seven minutes.
Chapter 27: Gray
We were parked up from the house, in a black sedan that Jett had borrowed from one of our teammates. We’d put fake plates on the back of it, more paranoid than ever that we were going to fuck up.
When he had grilled us all at the house after the fighting and the craziness, Dad had quite vehemently demanded we stop looking into the agency.
I wanted to say that our fathers knew better than to expect us to listen. Because not only did they have us to parent, but Onyx was also now involved, too. Despite Jett trying to break his head open earlier and me having punched him several times, again, our older brother was still as committed to finding the bastards as we were.
Dad had asked Onyx what he had done with Harry. Onyx had merely drunk his whisky and returned Dad’s glare. He was twenty-five, he had his trust fund, and more importantly, he didn’t need it. Onyx had his own money. There was little my dad could actually threaten Onyx with to make him stay in line.
For which I was very grateful.
When my brother left later that night, he had asked me to walk out with him. Surprised by the request, since my fist was the reason that his jaw was bruised and his eye was black, I had gone with him as he waited for his car.
“I got as much as I could out of your doctor,” he told me quietly as he lit up his smoke in the dark of the night. “I’m making enquiries.” He took a drag as he held his hand up to shut me up. “I really don’t like your little queen, but you all seem to love her. You genuinely seem to be besotted with her, and it annoys me.”
“Why?”
“I thought once you had her, you would move on. If anything, it’s made you worse.”
“Because I love her,” I told him.
“Yes, seems to be. Pity.” Onyx blew a smoke circle. “Anyway, the people I handed your good doctor over to were a tad careless with his well-being.”
I had snorted in disgust at the wordgood, but my breath faltered. “Dead?”
“Yeah, as I said, careless really.” Onyx shrugged. “What he gave me, I’m looking into. Anything I find, I’ll share, but, Gray,” my brother’s dark gaze met mine as his car approached, illuminating his face, “you do nothing more. I will keep you informed. Dad and Kage will try to do it legally, but that’s too much red tape for me. You do nothing, my little brothers, my football stars, who have their whole future ahead of them, you donothing. Do you understand?”
I wet my lips as I assessed my older brother. I nodded once to say I understood what he was saying. Satisfied, Onyx hugged me briefly, and then his car took him back to Nashville.
When I turned, Jett was in the shadows. “You understood, but you didn’t agree.”
“Glad you understand the importance of technicalities, brother.” I fist bumped him as we headed back into the house.
