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“If a den of sirens couldn’t, you sure as hell can’t,” I retorted. I instantly regretted it at the glare he gave me. “Too soon?”

“Yeah,” he snapped. “Too fuckin’ soon.”

“So, no chance of getting you on my dick?” I asked. He shook his head. “Then turn around and bring your dick up here.”

“Needy, are you?”

“I wasn’t asking, Gray,” I retorted. Despite the rasp in my voice, the tone was still enough to make him pause on his way to my cock. One eyebrow arched with curiosity. “Turn around like a good boy and let me suck your dick, honey.”

“You know, you look like you went at it with a fishin’ wire, right?” he replied. Damn it. We didn’t need to focus on that shit. “Shovin’ my dick down your throat ain’t goin’ to help that.”

“You teasing the fuck out of me isn’t helping anything either,” I grumped. “I can take it.”

And more if I really wanted.

“I know you can, but I ain’t givin’ it to you.” He laughed as I let out a sigh of frustration. As if to ease the tension, he ran the flat of his tongue along the length of my dick and around the crown. “I said I was takin’ care of you.”

“That’s just mean.” Did I sound a little childish complaining? Maybe. But I wanted to make it up to him and sucking his dick seemed to be a good place to start.

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’, baby,” Gray ordered. “I’m not givin’ you my dick.”

Before I could argue more, he turned his attention completely to my cock. The tip of his tongue ran over my slit, lapping up the pre-cum beading there. I moaned and threaded my fingers through his hair.

He was slow and meticulous as he took just the head of my dick in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my crown, and he sucked hard enough to make me gasp. The sound caught in my chest.

I spiraled with the simple way he worked my body—nerves misfiring and pain mixing with pleasure. I felt everything everywhere all at once. His mouth moved up and down my aching dick with expertise. Every time I hit the back of his throat, he pushed further, swallowed, and damn near wrecked me.

There was no way in hell I’d last like this.

His hand stroked my length in tandem with his mouth. My heart hammered in my ears while I drew in ragged breaths, each one making my lungs burn.

“Fuck. Don’t stop.” Not that he would. Every lick, every suck, every push back into his throat carried me higher until I was clinging to him for dear life.

“Let go for me, baby,” he said, pulling off long enough to make sure I heard him. It wasn’t like I had a choice anyway—I was too far gone. His head bobbed faster as I kept a death grip on his hair.

I came hard enough to feel it in every inch of my body, moaning as he swallowed every drop. He licked and sucked until I had nothing left to give.

“Easy, baby,” Gray whispered, hand squeezing my thigh. I focused on my breathing as I melted into the crappy mattress. He kissed his way up my body, paying extra attention to the bruises all over again.

He whispered something against my shoulder as he settled next to me, but the post-orgasm euphoria was exactly what I needed to push my exhaustion over the edge. Between battling sirens and fighting with Gray, I was spent. I had nothing left to give as I passed out.

CHAPTER 31

Four days of damn near solid sleep did a hunter good. I barely crawled my ass out of bed, the exhaustion and healing tanking my ability to do anything. But for the most part, I was healed. Everything left was mostly cosmetic—bruises looking weeks old and fading fast.

Gray kept in contact with my family. He knew the gritty details about the aftermath with my father, but I didn’t want to know. He and Mal went back and forth about whether Boise was safe for us to stay and meet up. I kept out of the conversation. I trusted Gray to make the best decision while I took care of myself.

Which was how we ended up in a fifties-themed diner after four days to meet my family for lunch.

We were having a fucking family lunch.

That sentence was surreal to me. And nauseating. And fucking stressful.

Fuck, I was a wreck.

“Nervous, baby?” Gray asked, grinning as he watched the cheap silverware bounce around the table. My leg bounced with endless anxious energy no matter how hard I tried to stop it. He reached across the table and took my hand. His thumb traced the ridges of my knuckles—simple and soothing.

“Ask me the last time we did a family… anything,” I said under my breath.

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