Page 140 of Wanted By a King

Yes, I’m pissed to learn I was nothing more than amusement, a bet, in a twisted game he had going with Gunner. But it’s Gunner’s involvement that confuses and angers me the most. Whereas Gray never pretended to be anything but a monster, Gunner pretended to be my friend, to look out for me.

He’s been whispering in my ear, reminding me he was my savior. And it hurts to find out it was nothing more than a lie. An untruth to hide what really happened that night. But to what end? Gunner isn’t stupid, not by any stretch of the imagination. So I know he has a reason for his actions.

Fuck, I’ve really been stupid, haven’t I. Alana even made me promise to ask Gray about the night of the attack, but I never did. I don’t even have a good reason. I just never followed through.

“Care to explain?” Gray asks, placing one of his hands on my knee, gently squeezing.

The movement brings me out of my thoughts, and I blink. “I… I guess I just don’t understand,” I almost whisper. “Why would Gunner play mind games like that? What reasons would he have to lie?”

Gray growls. “So you believe him over me?”

I roll my eyes. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I’m trying to understand why he would make bets with you while pretending to be my friend. It’s just… it makes no sense.”

With a shrug, he gets up from the floor and sits down next to me on the worn-out sofa. “I don’t know, Princess. I think…” Trailing off, he licks his lips before swallowing so hard his Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat. “I think Gunner has feelings for you.”

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Yeah, no shit,” I murmur.

I don’t want to tell Gray what Gunner said about watching me at the Fourth of July BBQ, but I also don’t want to hold back. Not when he’s told me everything.

“He told me he jerked off while watching you fuck me at the BBQ,” I say.

With each word, my voice loses power, and by the end, I’m almost whispering again. Fuck, why do I feel guilty for telling Gray? It’s not a secret, and I’ve done nothing wrong.

“What the fuck?” Gray roars, almost leaping off the sofa.

“It’s no big deal,” I rush out. “I mean, I came on your cock while watching the Cruz Cunts eating each other out. So what’s the difference?”

Although it sounds like I’m defending Gunner, I’m not. And I say as much when Gray cocks an eyebrow, demanding I stop making excuses for his club brother.

“It’s not about him,” I insist. “I don’t want to taint that night. What we did was… I loved it, Gray. And I don’t want to cheapen it by thinking about what anyone else did. But at the same time, I don’t want to be a hypocrite either. I watched the others going at it, so can I really be angry if they watched me, too?”

When he exhales through his nose, it reminds me of an angry bull. I swear, if he starts kicking at the floor, I’m out of here.

“Down, caveman,” I say sarcastically. “And stop getting caught up in the shit that doesn’t matter. You’ve just told me some seriously messed up shit, and now you’re focusing on what your friend did? Your priorities are fucked up.”

With a patronizing smile grazing my lips, I pat his shoulder.

“You’re right,” he grunts, sounding like it pains him to admit as much.

Deciding to play it up, I waggle my eyebrows. “Can you repeat that while I record you? I need to save it for—”

“Shut up,” he growls playfully.

Then he pulls me into his lap, positioning me so I’m straddling him. I moan as he lazily rolls his hips upward, grinding his hardening cock against my panty clad core.

“Gray,” I say admonishingly. “You said you wanted to change tactics.”

The reminder doesn’t make him stop, instead he smirks down at me. “I didn’t mean forever.”

“Well, thank fuck for that,” I mutter. “But seriously, I need a few minutes to wrap my head around all this.”

I get to my feet, surprised he lets me go.

Rather than show my surprise, I throw my hands up in the air and say, “It’s not every day a girl finds out she was a fucking bet. So how much money did you make on me? And what were the bets?”

Gray shakes his head. “I’m not telling you that.”

Lifting my chin, I cock my hip, preparing to tear him a new one.

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