Rising to his feet, Grinder takes my face in his hands and kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips. Our tongues battle for control and tasting myself on him is just another level of aphrodisiac that I’ll never forget.
“Get dressed. We need to talk.”
I blink, confused, because anything that follows those words is never good.
I dress, quickly, feeling vulnerable all over again when the bathroom door swings open and out comes Parker.
“Phew, that was hot as fuck!”
Chapter Twenty-One
Parker
“Sorry, I’m no good with timing.” Raising my shoulders up to my ears, I give my sweetest smile, which doesn’t seem to be working because Grinder’s just laughing and Spencer looks almost horrified.
“You were in there the whole time?” Spencer furrows his brows in confusion, and I nod. “Why?”
“Would you have preferred for me to walk in on you getting noshed off and see everything, or just hear it from behind a closed door?” Pushing my fists into my hips, I wait for his answer. Something I find myself truly wanting, despite my sarcastic tone.
“Nosh…?” Shaking his head and closing his eyes in disbelief, Spencer chuckles. “It doesn’t matter. Thank you for not walking in on us.” His cheeks are a little flush and I really want to hug him but I manage to resist. Instead, I’ll overexplain because that’s just who I am.
“I didn’t come out straight away because I was mid-pee. By the time I realized what was going on, I didn’t want to be rude and interrupt. I can’t promise I’ll never listen again, but I’ll never doit on purpose, if that helps? It was hot, though. Almost made me want a cock for myself, just to know what it felt like. Is that weird? Yeah, it’s a little weird, I know. I don’t actually want a cock because I like peeing sitting down and…why are you both just laughing? This is a serious apology! Twats.” Folding my arms across my chest, I pout.
“No apology needed. Really.” He still has rosy cheeks, but now it’s mostly from laughter rather than embarrassment. It’s nice to see him looking so relaxed because the majority of the time, his pain and loneliness radiate from him. That may be an exaggeration, but I can usually determine a person’s mood from their vibes.
Should I say that out loud?
No.
“Not that I’m unhappy to see you, but I thought you were at Maribel’s?” Grinder steps forward from beside Spencer, grips my wrist, and pulls me into him. He squeezes me and kisses the top of my head, breathing me in, and I smile.
“I was bored. But if I knew today was the day you were planning to finally bag Spencer, I would’ve stayed there and learned to crochet with Kirsty.”
“Wait, aren’t you two together now? Mac told me you’ve been, you know…busy, at every given opportunity.” Spencer frowns and sits on the edge of Grinder’s bed, his elbows resting on his knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha—”
“Don’t nick my word. Sorry’s mine.” I flump myself down beside him and grin.
“What the fuck is a nick, Stabby?” Grinder continues to stand, looking down on both of us sitting on his bed. If the sparkle in his icy blues is anything to go by, he’s enjoying himself.
“Nick, pinch, rob, steal, thieve…any or and all of the above.” I shrug.
“I’m so confused.” Spencer chuckles.
“Prepare to be confused for the rest of your life, Doc, because I have no intention of letting you go.” Forcing a gap between me and Spencer, Grinder sits between us. “But I also have no intention of letting Pah-kah go. Thoughts?”
Hearing that last part surprises me, and at the same time, a warmth spreads through my chest. My own feelings for Grinder have grown, it’s impossible to fuck him out of my system.
“What about the club hangarounds and everyone else?” Spencer, with his elbows still resting on his thighs, twists his head to glare at Grinder. I’d high-five him for the pure sassiness in his look and the great question, but I’m feeling like that would be inappropriate for now. Maybe later.
I know what the answer needs to be, because I will be getting myself into some serious trouble if it’s anything other than that. I’m okay with Spencer, and I know he has a past, but other than that…I am a jealous person.
“I haven’t been able to get hard for anyone other than you two for fucking weeks. There was even a moment when I thought it was broken.” Grinder’s such a drama queen.
“It’s true, I thought he was gonna cry, but then I showed him a boob and our favorite soldier was standing to attention within seconds.”
Spencer huffs a laugh.
“The point is…I’ve got an active libido, not gonna lie.” He turns to Spencer. “Could I be with only you? Probably.” Then he turns to me. “Could I be with only you? Again, probably. But the moment I saw you both in the same room, something just…clicked.” He leans back on his elbows and we’re forced to twist our necks in order to keep our eyes on him. “The brothers all keep whipping fake whips at me in Church, I can’t fucking think straight, and the solution I have is to close the station. This train’s only pulling in for my old man”—he gives Spencer a pointed look then turns to me—“and my old lady. Either youboth agree with it now or I’ll have to find other ways to persuade you.” With a dramatic flair, he lets himself flop down on the bed completely, groaning like he’s in agony. “So…how much more work are you gonna make me put in?”