Page 63 of Brutal Prince

“Nothing.” The reason why I kept my distance was I didn’t want her seeing me with a beat up face and start to worry about me. The bruises had almost completely faded.

“What do you mean nothing?”

“I smacked my head into the basketball hoop pole,” I lied.

“Oh? I thought they were cushioned.”

Smart girl. “Not this one.”

She hopped off my legs and seized my hand pulling me towards the door. “C’mon, let’s go. I bought some sandwiches and drinks and left them in the car.”

“Fine,” I grinned from ear to ear lapping up her attention like a starved dog. Normally, she’s cautious and a little standoffish, so this new ‘Gretta’ was a pleasant treat.

I stalled when a thought occurred to me and she turned back to look at why I stopped moving. I feigned a smile, but I couldn’t help but smell a rat.

Her forehead creased. “What’s the matter?”

I searched for deception in her eyes and found nothing but sweetness and smiles. Maybe she was just in need of some one on one Ollie time. I couldn’t blame her for that.

Damn, this fucking undercover gig was putting me on edge.

I grabbed my phone, wallet and key to my bedroom. Once out in the hallway, I locked the door. I locked my door out of habit from when Liam Greene and Adam Sweeney lived here and you’d come home from somewhere and catch them poking around. Fuckers. I sure as hell didn’t lose any sleep when those two were killed.

When I looked up from locking my door, I caught an exchange between Gretta and Darryn. It was a split second moment that caused the hairs to rise on the back of my neck.

I’d never been a possessive, jealous guy until Gretta and even then I struggled to understand why these feelings appear when she’s around. It might be one of those cases where a certain person brought out the worse in a man. Like the Lonely Heart Killers - Martha Beck brought out the worse in Raymond Fernandez. Or did she bring out the best in him? I guess that was only a matter of opinion. A simple case of chemistry.

I waited until we were lying on the grass in the warm sun before I put the question before her, “So, are you fucking Darryn?”

She almost choked on the cola she was sipping and spat it out. So graceful.

“Sorry, I just noticed you two eyeing each other up.”

“Ah, I don’t think so. You saw wrong.”

“Good.”

There were several moments of awkward silence before she said, “How come you’re like this over him, but not over the client in room twenty three?”

“I was jealous. I hated seeing him put his fingers in your mouth.”

“But you said it looked I was enjoying the threesome and decided not to stop him.”

“It did look like you were enjoying it.”

“See. Contradiction.”

“I let my jealousy subside so you are pleasured from both ends.”

“I don’t know if having fingers shoved down my throat was that pleasurable.”

“Next time I’ll smack him in the face.” That made her smile. However, I could see her point. “Maybe I’m just a mixed up dude.”

“Maybe you are.”

I rolled over, pulled her near me and claimed her mouth deeply. She moaned and squeezed my butt cheeks like she was trying to milk the blood out of them. I was engorged in no time and gyrating my hips to massage her pussy with my hardness. We were too out in the open for me to fuck her with a busy footpath nearby and the sounds of giggling students. It was high summer and everyone, apparently, decided to come to the dang gardens.

I felt her hand move from my butt to my cock and I adjusted my position so she could get a better grip. We were still kissing and gyrating in rhythm. I was dangerously close to flipping my hard cock out in public, so she could rubbed me down properly instead of under my sweats.

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