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Was it recently then?
“Were you scared?”
Guy’s chuckle sounds flat. “No.”
“He’s scary.”
“Not really. He’s got a couple inches on me, that’s about it.”
“He’s six-five.” Guy isn’t even six feet.
“You know what they say, the taller the tree, the harder they fall.”
I can’t imagine any scenario in which Guy could make Khaos fall, and not just because of the height difference. Khaos is scary. He always has some new bruise or cut on his face. I don’t know what he does for work, or even just in general, but whatever he gets up to must be dangerous.
“I guess.”
Those russet-brown eyes of his shift to me before returning to the phone. “How’d you know that anyway?”
My heart rate spikes.
I slip a hand up the back of my neck, scratching just past my hairline, at the base of my skull.
“My mom brought it up at dinner on Sunday.” The one he missed, so he has no idea what happened. “She asked Khaos if he was a giant and he said he was six feet, five inches.”
This laugh is much more realistic. “Sergeant Sera did?”
“Yeah.”
“Graham’s gonna have a hard time reining her in.”
Now I’m the one chuckling. “Why would he do that?”
“The stuff she says is completely unacceptable.”
Much more serious, I nod.
“You should’ve heard her badgering me about my pimple, as if I have any control over—”
“No, not that stuff. I’m talking about that first dinner, when she bragged about having a man under her desk to eat her out.”
For the record, I did not like when my mom said that either, but only because of who was in attendance. And the heat I felt whenever his gaze touched me.
If Khaos wasn’t there, and he didn’t affect me the way he does, I wouldn’t have cared nearly as much. Women have to listen to men talk about their sex lives all the time. The one time a woman discusses hers it’s unacceptable? Maybe dinner wasn’t the best place for it but at least she was in the privacy of her own home. I’ve heard way worse during far more inappropriate times.
“I think you missed her point. She was more so talking about how nice it is to have someone that wants to do that for her. Graham worships my mom.”
That sentence hits me hard. Graham is the opposite of my father. He’s not as refined and I’m not even sure what he does for work, but he pays attention to my mom, catering to her every desire without complaint.
“Don’t make this about us.”
“I’m not.” At least I wasn’t trying to. If he took it as a callout, maybe there’s a reason.
“I’ll go down on you but not after you’ve been working out. It smells and tastes different down there.” He shakes his head like he’s shaking away a bad memory.
“I smell and taste bad?”
“It’s mostly during cheer.”
