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Chapter 11
~Grady’s POV~
I ran my palm down his hot hard flesh and watched as his muscles flexed at the contact. He was beautiful, his veins bulging, his body practically melting under my touch. His gasps of delight filled me with heat and longing and his moans of pleasure filled me with intense desire.
Yes he was beautiful and helpless and all mine. I smiled at the thought and my grin widened when his skin flushed beneath my palm. Slow fingers continued to travel over his flesh, dancing over his firm nipples and moving lower and lower all the while. I’d never done something like this to a man before and so I was almost giddy with excitement yet filled with embarrassment.
I looked into his eyes which were firmly set on my face, taking in all my expressions without saying a word. His eyes were hooded with lust and longing, lust and wonder, lust and need and I licked my lips as they’d suddenly gone dry. His eyes followed the movement and he licked his as well, telling me with that simple action exactly what he wanted; no; needed.
So I bent my head, lowering it ever so slowly to his, making him wait for the touch. I wanted him to feel the same intense desire that rocked through my system. I wanted him to burn with it as I did every time I saw him.
I wanted him to crave my attention, crave my touch like I did his and most of all I wanted him to cry out in pleasure from my ministration; I needed to hear my name on his lips as I drove him to the point of no return and I wanted it now!
I finally slammed my lips down onto his damp ones and in an instant our tongues found each other, dancing to an ancient song only they knew. They plunged and dipped, suckled and slid against each other making him moan with pleasure and clutch my arm, dragging me ever closer.
I deepened the kiss further, reveling in the knowledge of how intense it could be between two men. It was always this way with him, never worse only better to the point where I felt I could never get tired of him.
He said we were mates, was that why it was like this? Was that the reason the heat between us was so scalding? I didn’t know and in this moment I didn’t care. I just needed him, every part of him.
My hand skated once more over his smooth skin roughly and he cried out against my lips when I accidentally brushed against his bandage. I broke this kiss instantly. I almost forgot he was hurt.
I looked into his eyes as he clenched his teeth and waited for the pain to disappear and I swallowed against the lump that formed in my throat. I hated seeing him in pain.
“It’s okay, I’m alright.” He gasped out.
I looked him over just to make sure it wasn’t that the cuts had opened again. They hadn’t. What had started as me rubbing a damp cloth over his naked body as a way to get him clean since he couldn’t make it up the stairs and he wasn’t allowed to get his cuts wet, had quickly turned into a full on make-out session and when that had ended I’d been drawn to exploring his body with my hands, his hardened flesh had only motivated me to continue but I couldn’t afford to make him hurt anymore than he had already been and so I had to stop.
I gave him an apologetic look and moved to get his discarded clothes but his hand on my upper arm stopped me and when I looked around his still lustful expression grounded me.
“You don’t have to stop, we can take it slow, just be gentle.” He said with a smile and I found myself grinning back.
“You sure?” I asked anyway, just to be certain and he nodded.
Lowering my head to his once more, this time I captured his lips between mine, this time soft, sweet and gentle…..
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I had to say, this taking care of Thomas thing was working out just fine. He wasn’t a bad patient…well except at times when he was hell bent on taking a walk but the threat of a call to Carson usually killed that urge quickly and he was back to being his quiet, grumpy self, just the way I liked him.
Today he was laying on the couch; a book in hand. I’d changed his bandage earlier and as far as I could tell everything looked to be in order. Just the thought of what we’d done earlier had my face heating up, or rather what I had done to him!
Two years ago I’d never have imagined doing any of the things I’d done since I’d started feeling things for him and I could honestly say, as embarrassing as it was I liked it. I liked what we were doing and I liked us together.
I’d just taken our clothes out of the dryer, so now I was sitting around the dining room table and folding them; in the space of two days I’d become a modern housewife; if the guys could see me now!
Speaking of the guys….
“Hey Thomas, I spoke to some of the guys from the team this morning and they were wondering if they could come over tomorrow?” I shouted over to him.
“Yeah that’s cool, the pack won’t be hunting so they can come anytime.” He answered back without raising his head from his book. He was a nerd at heart, even if he didn’t look it.
When I folded the last of the laundry, I lowered the empty basket to the floor and walked over to him, leaving the clothes on the surface of the table; I’d get to them later.
He didn’t look up when I came to stand at the head of the couch; and from where I stood he seemed to be reading some sort of paranormal novel about werewolves; he rolled his eyes every few paragraphs and snorted at some of the things he read but otherwise he seemed to be enjoying it, which would be the reason I plucked it out of his hand a few minutes later and watched as he arched his neck over to look at me.
“What’re you doing?” he asked with mild curiosity.
“I’m confiscating this, this doc said you shouldn’t do anything physically exerting.” I told him, plastering a serious expression on my face and as expected he gave the annoyed look I was used to getting from him; I know I shouldn’t tease him but that expression was so damn cute that I just couldn’t help myself.
“And how exactly is reading, physically exerting?” he asked. He seemed calm on the surface but deep down I knew he just wanted to smack me in the head a few times so I could…as according to him “Gain a lick a sense”. I only smiled.
“It’s physically exerting on my eyes, just watching you make a nerd of yourself is making me tired.” I told him, then picked up the remote from the coffee table and held it out to him; “Here, watch some TV or something, trust me, you could do with losing some brain cells right about now.” I said with a knowing look then closed his novel, making sure to form a crease at the top of the page he was at, then I threw it across the room and watched as it landed on the pile of clothes on the dining table.
Thomas only glared at me and I guess I should be happy he was hurt because if he’d been able, he’d probably have thrown me across the room by now.
“I don’t want to watch TV, I want to read, now give me back my book and leave me in peace.” He gritted out and I smiled again.
He was just the most adorable thing when he was in these moods…it was my guilty pleasure. My secret guilty pleasure and I wondered what he’d do if he found out I only teased him like this because I found his expressions adorable.
It’s like the more time I spent with him, the more I felt comfortable with us being together as a couple. Of course I wasn’t ready to admit it to the whole world, but with just the two of us, I felt free and our union felt right.
Maybe him getting injured was some sort of a blessing because we got the chance to spend all this time together without any outside contact, just the two of us, free to do as we chose, away from judgmental hypocrites and prying eyes. It was perfect even though I knew it wouldn’t last.
At first even the thought of being his mate scared the hell out of me, but now the thought only warmed me to the core. I was the one he would love for the rest of his life, he’d never feel the same about anyone as he did me and that in itself was an amazing feeling.
I probably would never have the courage to tell him all this but I loved him; I was in love with my best friend. I was in love with a guy and I was his mate. My mother often told me that when something seemed a little too good to be true that was because it was, but that didn’t stop be from dreaming and fantasizing about a life with Thomas by my side.
I was a homophobic turned homosexual, what a rapid transformation, and even though I still didn’t feel comfortable hanging around Laken and other gays I was definitely one step closer to being comfortable with the change.
I walked over the couch and flopped down onto the carpet , leaning my head back until it rested against his chest. “Reading’s for nerds, either you play video games, we talk or you watch TV.” I told him, knowing exactly what he’d choose.
He heaved a huge sigh of obvious frustration then answered; “Fine, let’s talk then.” He said and I grinned…yup I knew him so well.
“Okay, whad’ya want to talk about?” I asked, turning around to look at him, my check now pressed against his chest.
He rolled his eyes “How should I know, you’re the one who gave me the option.” Was his answer, but I could tell he wasn’t really annoyed; he was enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying his.
“Okay, how about I ask you ten questions about you that I don’t know the answer to and you ask me ten?” I asked.
“Hmmm okay, no problem, should I start?” he asked but I shook my head, telling him I wanted to go first.
“First question…so you’ve never been with a girl.” I said.
“Are you telling or are you asking?” he replied cheekily and I rolled my eyes.
“Asking.”
“Well then, no, I’ve never had sex with a woman.” He said.
“Never? Not even a little kiss?” I asked in surprise. I hadn’t really expected that answer
“Of course I’ve kissed em, but that was all for show, I’ve never really enjoyed it.” He said with a chuckle.
“Okay okay, question number two-”
“No that’s question number three now, you just asked me two questions.” He smirked at me.
“That doesn’t count I was…ah jeez fine, question number three…how many guys have you ever done it with?” yeah I was a nosy motherfucker but I didn’t give a damn.
He gave me a strange look before he went on; “Ahmm…not many, I’ve never been the crazy party animal you’ve always been, so about four.” He answered.
“Four? For your whole life?!” I couldn’t believe it, he was practically a virgin!
He gave a nervous chuckle and tried to hide his face as a blush swept over it.
I smiled at his actions and moved my head and kissed him on his neck, then before he could even register it, I replaced my cheek on his chest and continued with the questions.
“Okay so, was it always easy for you to admit you were gay?…not to me I mean, but to everyone else?” I raised my head this time so I could pay close attention to his expressions when he spoke.
He turned his head and looked me in the eyes. “Well up until almost a year ago homosexuality was prohibited in the pack so I couldn’t exactly go around telling the whole world I was gay, but I’m not permitted to keep things from my Alpha and so I told him and of course Rivers knew long ago too; so it wasn’t that I found it hard to admit to anyone because I wouldn’t have minded telling my pack if it hadn’t been prohibited at the time.” He said.
“Wow prohibited huh? And now it’s not, how’d that work out?”
“Well you know how Carson is, he told everyone we were gay and pretty much made it known that if anyone had a problem with it they’d just have to deal with it because he wasn’t going anywhere.” He said with a warm smile as he dragged up memories from the past.
“Just like that huh…and I was wondering…” I paused for a second wondering if he would be comfortable with me asking him this or if I’d be crossing the line, but when I looked into his gentle eyes I just decided to ask what I wanted to ask and to hell with the consequences.
“What about you and Rivers? Did you two…you know?” I asked quietly, I really wasn’t looking for a reason to hate Rivers because once you got past the whole chatterbox issue he was actually a decent guy.
Thomas sighed and gave me a small uncertain smile; “Yes we used to be lovers, but that was before we got together.” He told me, his eyes set firmly on my features as he gauged my reaction.
I nodded in response. I had no reason to be mad of course, we weren’t together after all, and he was entitled to sleep with whomever he wanted to…well back then anyway and it wasn’t as if I hadn’t done my fair share of girls too. So I smiled showing him I was fine with it and I watched as he relaxed visibly.
“Okay…hmm well I pretty much know everything else about you so I guess that’s it for me, your turn.” I announced with a playful poke and a grin.
He grinned back but then his expression grew serious as he looked at me.
“I just have one question.” He said softly and my playfulness died in the midst of his seriousness.
“Okay, what’s that?” I asked nervously. I had no idea what he would ask, it could be about the guys who wanted to kill me, or my mother, or how many girls I’d slept with or how I made my money, it could be anything and I was nervous just thinking about it.
Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to play this game after all. I thought, but his next words surprised me. I definitely didn’t expect this;
“Do you love me?” was all he asked, his voice soft but his tone serious and his eyes fixed on may face as he awaited my response. I could tell it was something he really wanted to hear the answer to and I swallowed the bile that rose up.
I was beginning to think that I’d have preferred if he asked me about the men or even my mother but this? I hadn’t seen this coming at all and I was almost terrified to answer because once I did there would be no going back.
The answer to this question would leave me vulnerable. If he knew I loved him then he’d have me, really have me. It would be something he could use to pry information out of me because the fear that I’d leave him would disappear if he knew and then he could do whatever he wanted.
I didn’t know why it felt as if taking a bullet would be much easier than laying my heart bare but it certainly felt like it. I looked away from him and buried my face into his neck, leaving my hair brushing against his chin. I felt him smile.
“Ask me something else.” I said against his flesh. I knew that if I lifted my head and looked at him he’d see the answer in my eyes and so I dared not move.
“No that’s the only thing I want to know.” He said and I heard the smile in his voice.
“But you already know the answer.” I said, voice muffled.
“I want to hear you say it.” He whispered.
I felt my face erupt into flames at the thought of saying the words he wanted to hear. Three words that’s all and I could just move on…just three words. I thought again and I hated that it was so hard to tell him how I felt.
So what if I was vulnerable because of it, this was Thomas after all, he would never take advantage of my feelings for him. This would make him happy, I knew it would so I lifted my head, my cheeks still flaming but I diverted my gaze.
“But you know already.” I whispered again, still not looking at him.
“I’d be the happiest man alive if I could hear it from you.” He told me, then lifted his hand to my chin and brought my face around so that I was forced to look at him.
He looked hopeful and nervous yet patient and gentle as he watched me struggle with myself.
I took a deep breath as my heart pounded in my chest. Then I bit my lip and tried to look away again. This time his hand dropped from my chin and he continued smiling.
“It’s okay Grady, you don’t need to say it, I know how you feel, I love you too.” He announced and I looked at him, my eyes filling.
He loved me, why should I keep my own feelings to myself when he could say it so freely? He deserved to hear me say it, he deserved to be as happy as he made me, happier even.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly; “I love you.” I barely got out and I felt an instant relief when his eyes widened and a grin broke out on his face. He looked like he’d just caught a glimpse of heaven the way his face lit up at my simple words and I had to look away less I embarrassed myself by doing something stupid like crying.
I felt his arms go around me then I was being dragged down onto his chest as he hugged me tightly without saying a word. I could feel the pounding of his heart against my own chest and I smiled despite embarrassment I still felt over saying the words.
I pressed my head closer to this chest and closed my eyes briefly, feeling safe and warm in his embrace.
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Hours later he was still in a good mood and despite my own happiness at his emotional state; it was seriously starting to creep me out. No matter how much I teased, or tried to annoy the life out of him, he just wouldn’t be fazed. He just kept smiling.
Whenever I got close enough to him, he’d pull me down for a kiss or he’d just sit watching me. He didn’t even ask for his book again, he seemed quite entertained.
My usually grumpy best friend had been replaced with a grinning fool. That was the last time I was ever telling him I loved him; he clearly couldn’t handle it. I decided, glaring at him from across the room as looked at me.
“Thomas, you need to stop this, you’re creeping me out.” I told him and he chuckled.
I mean I liked that he was happy and all but there was no way I’d get used to this. It was time to bring out the big guns.
I walked over to him once again and knelt in front of him. His hand went instantly to my hair and he began to run his fingers threw my soft curls.
“Okay Thomas, I’m sorry I’m gonna haf to do this but you leave me no choice, you’re acting like a crazy person so it’s time I gave you some bad news.” I announced.
He only chuckled; “Grady, absolutely nothing you say will ruin my mood.” He said grinning from ear to ear.
“Well then, maybe this is the best time to let you know that I accidentally insulted some old bald guys at your pack meeting last night.” I said and in no time the smile slipped off his face.
“Bald guys?” he asked, a bit apprehensively.
“Yeah, they call themselves the council or some shit like that…weird ass people I tell ya…anyway so I accidentally insulted them, cause honestly Thomas they were talking some shit about how a human wasn’t welcome and whatever so after I…you know, said my part and one a the guys said something about sanctions being applied to you for my disrespect, he was acting some kinda self proclaimed king or something, what a loser.” I laughed as I remembered the scene.
It really was stupid the way they’d been acting just because I’d said- well no need to bring up that string of insults, the bastards deserved it after the way they were discriminating.
I was dragged out of my thoughts when I felt Thomas’s fingers tighten in my hair then I winced when he yanked my head down to his. He gave a glare that would have made a weaker man wet his pants and I swallowed hard.
“Grady, I’m gonna kill you!” he said, voice deadly and the thought that maybe I should have just kept what happened to myself and leave him to his weird happy self briefly crossed my mind.
AUTHOR’S NOTES
DAY 2..DONE! ………..ENJOY...
-DoUbLe.A
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