My head tipped back as I enjoyed the sensation of my release. I could still feel her tongue stroking slowly over me as she drew back, and then she let me go.
Reaching down, I helped her to her feet, and then she was in my arms, my head in the crook of her neck.
It was temporary, I reminded myself. I knew this. What I didn’t know was if I would be able to let her go.
Chapter 19: Quinn
I made a pot of coffee in the shared kitchen and then took the cups back to the apartment. After the second shower of the day, Gray had finally agreed we had to face reality. I think it helped, knowing that the others knew that we had been together before and had spent the night together.
Not in a couple way.
I understood the basic need to heal from last night and the past.
Ash hadn’t been malicious when he told me, I knew that. He hadn’t done it to hurt me, and Gray hadn’t even considered that as a possibility, which emphasized to me that they would be okay. Eventually.
When I went back into the apartment, Gray was frowning at his hand as he flexed it, and I put the coffee cups down as I watched him.
“Hurt?”
“Yeah,” he said with a wry smile. “Tried to fix your door.” He jerked his head to the side, and I looked at the bathroom door.
“Why?” I exclaimed as I hurried over. “You idiot, you’re going to damage yourself, permanently!”
“It’s just a few breaks and a sprain. It’s fine.”
“You need to play the last few games,” I admonished him as I gingerly took his hand. “What if you’ve damaged it even more? It isn’t worth it.”
Gray pulled me to him with his other hand. “And if I disagree?”
“Yeah, well, tell your brother, yourcaptain, that you fucked your hand because you were . . .” I flushed and looked away from his knowing look.
“Fucking you?” he finished. “I think he knows.”
Turning away from him, I went to sit on the couch. “Have you heard from Ash?”
“No.” Gray’s playful tone was gone, and he picked up his coffee. “I’ll speak to him face to face, not over the phone or over a text.”
“I should be with you.”
“No point,” he said as he pulled his phone out, and I saw his thumb race over the screen. “He may feel inclined to rate you higher if you’re listening.”
My jaw dropped, and I stared at him incredulously. “Rate me? How? Do you mean inbed?”
Gray looked up and then burst out laughing. “Your face!” He laughed again, and I watched him lose it as I felt my temper rise. “Fuck,” he said as he wiped his eyes. “That was classic, I can’t even tell anyone.”
“It wasn’t funny.”
“It really was.” He chuckled as he drank his coffee. “Your face.” He snickered again, and I was sure I was going to smash my coffee cup offhisface.
“Who did you text?”
“Jett, who else? Told him to meet me here.”
“We’re doing this now?” I asked cautiously as I reached for my coffee.
“Yeah, may as well. He’s bringing food.” Gray sat back and looked at me appraisingly. “The sex was good, better than good.” His eyes ran over me slowly. “But it’s time to stop hiding.”
“I agree,” I said simply, “about the hiding. I’m reserving judgment on the quality of the sex.”
