Page 57 of His Favorite Color is Blood
Grim traced his fingers up and down Misha’s chest. “What about me? Is this also Stockholm Syndrome?” he asked, raising his gaze at Misha, with his stomach clenching as soon as their eyes met.
Misha’s face got stone cold serious. “No. I chose you. Not just because I’d have a hard time on my own. Being with you is something completely different. It’s like having a domesticated wolf. Sure, he can act out, because he’s a wolf, but he’s still yours and will protect you.” He got all flustered the moment Grim squinted at him. “Sorry, I don’t mean that you’re a dog …”
Grim snickered and kissed Misha on the mouth, rolling partially on top of him and pushing his leg between Misha’s thighs. “So you’re saying that you domesticated me? My boys would have a good laugh.”
Misha moved his hands to Grim’s nape. “Still a wolf.”
Grim looked at Misha with a tenderness taking hold of his throat. “And a wolf will always protect his bitch.”
Misha swallowed and pulled him down for a kiss. “I shouldn’t like hearing that, but I do.”
“You’re not just a bitch. You’remybitch. There’s a difference,” said Grim, playing with Misha’s lips.
Misha opened his mouth in invitation and curled his legs around Grim’s thigh. And no matter how much of a pain in the ass Misha could be sometimes, he was the embodiment of everything Grim needed in a partner.
But something still lingered at the back of Grim’s mind, even if the kiss was a welcome distraction. He nuzzled Misha and cleared his throat. “That boy you told me about ... did they already take him?”
Misha froze, but there was nowhere he could go to avoid Grim’s eyes when he was under him. “I don’t know. It wasn’t that long ago, and then the whole raid happened … I want to believe he’s safe.”
Grim smiled and propped himself over Misha. If they did nothing, Misha would keep agonizing over this until the end of time, and that was the last thing Grim wanted. “Do you know how to contact him?”
“Kind of. But I really don’t want to go on the Internet. I bet they’re still hacked into his computer.” Misha went silent for a while. “I do know where he lives though.”
“Where?”
“In Betsville. I remember the exact address. I have … freakishly good memory. Sometimes I wish I didn’t, but I do.”
“Where is that? What state?” asked Grim, his mind going back to its normal function as soon as there was a job to be done.
“Northern Ohio. Why?”
Grim sat up and looked at the moon outside, a small smile spreading over his mouth. “We could get there within a day. We should do that.”
“Warn him. Make sure he’s okay … Apologize. I’d really like that. You’d do that for me?”
The look on Misha’s face and the trust Grim could see there, made his mood even lighter. “Hell yes. Can’t have you angsting for the rest of your life.”
“Thank you! It won’t be a long visit. In and out.”
“In and out? That sounds kinky,” said Grim, rolling back to lie next to Misha. He was sweaty, there was some cum on his thighs, and bruises on his ribs, and he didn’t care at all.
Chapter 19
Grim
The road to Betsville,Ohio was long and uneventful, but Grim didn’t mind in the slightest. Misha spent most of the time quietly solving a few dozen sudokus and chatting to him. At the back of his mind, Grim knew Dennis would most probably be fine, but he still wanted to check and warn the guy if necessary
They drove past a gas station that didn’t seem to have much traffic at this time of day and then down the road, following the instructions of Grim’s navigation system. With the sunlight turning the asphalt dark orange, a lazy satisfaction filled Grim’s bones as he put his arm over Misha’s shoulders and pulled him close. They had stayed in Charleston for a few days, enjoying the benefits of having company for once, and he was glad to see Misha warming up to strangers. He really did seem to trust Grim’s judgment when it came to people so that was some kind of progress considering how afraid he’d been of any stranger just weeks ago.
The weight of Misha’s declaration was still fresh in Grim’s mind, and he found it hard not to smile whenever he looked at his sweet, pretty boyfriend. Misha had been the first since Coy to confess his love to Grim, but as much as Grim didn’t want to unfairly compare the two, it felt as if Misha’s words were more sincere. They were both adults, and the truth was that Misha was ready to love Grim despite the dark side he had always hidden from Coy, out of fear of rejection.
And he would have been. Coy had been too good of a person, too pure to accept the love of a true predator, even if he himself were safe from Grim’s sharp teeth. Misha, on the other hand, was ready to take Grim the way he was. He still smiled, whispered sweet words, and sucked Grim’s cock, no matter how Grimearned a living or how helikedto earn a living for that matter. This was much more than Grim could have ever hoped for.
Misha stroked Grim’s thigh with a smile. “I’m sad I will have to disappoint him about the meeting I promised him.”
“But didn’t he want to see you anyway? That would be even better. His beloved porn star appears at his doorstep!” said Grim, hugging Misha with one arm.
Misha tapped his fingers on Grim’s jeans. “With a big bad boyfriend.”
