“What happened?” Adam asks.
“Sucking me works her up a lot, and she can come without stimulation. I think that me taking over made it where I came first, and now she’s horny and sad,” Grayson says with an amused tone as he pulls back onto the road.
“Some husband you are,” Adam laughs. “Milly, if you were mine, I’d fuck you nice and good on the side of the road.”
“Some husband you are,” I say teasingly to Grayson.
“I see how it is,” he laughs.
“And you call me a brat,” I say, making Adam laugh.
By the time we pull into the driveway, I am calmer and less tense. Grayson walks around and opens my door so I can slide out. We walk into the house, and Adam comes in behind us.
“You coming tonight?” Adam asks as they set my bags on the couch.
“Haven’t decided,” he says. “Come up with us. I need to change the bandage on her leg.”
Grayson leads me upstairs and goes into the bathroom as I slip my shoes off. He returns with a first aid kit and sets it on the bed. “Take your pants off and lay, please,” he says.
“Uh. Okay,” I say.
“Milly,” Grayson says, lifting my chin. “What is it?”
“I don’t have underwear on,” I say. “And…”
“And he just watched you suck my cock and nearly came,” he counters. “Pants, Baby Girl.”
I sigh, but do as he says and take my leggings off. When I sit on the bed, I move up some and lie back so my legs can hang off from the knee down. Adam sits next to me and turns to face my body as Grayson spreads my legs to stand between them.
I lay my arm over my face and just breathe. Grayson takes the bandage off, and the cool air hitting it feels nice. “Can you clean that? I need to grab something,” Grayson says. He walks away, and I move my arm to sit up on my elbows.
“Is this the deepest you’ve cut before?” Adam asks.
“No,” I say. “I used to do worse when I was a teen.”
“What is your deepest?” he asks as he gently cleans the cut on my thigh.
“It was on my arm,” I say. “I hit something important, apparently.”
“So you’ve been on a psych hold before?” he asks. “Usually, they do at least a seventy-two-hour hold for that.”
“No. Greg just wrapped my arm and took me to some clinic in town. They knocked me out, and I woke up with my arms stitched up,” I say.
“Bet that was Tom Freeman,” he says.
“What?” I snap at him. He looks up and gives me a confused look.
“Thomas Freeman,” he says.
“It was a nurse,” I say harshly. “How do you know that name?”
“What’s wrong?” Grayson asks.
“Thomas Freeman,” I say.
“Your father,” he says. “What about him?”
“Hold on a second,” Adam says. “Who is Pennington from?”
