Page 139 of Her Males

I squeeze my eyes shut, not ready to hear it again.

“Look me in the eyes, Silas,” Charlie demands, her voice low as she moves her hand to my chin.

I blink at her, my jaw hanging open as she stares down at me with her big eyes.

“I love you, and someday, it’s not going to hurt when I say that. You’re going to smile and kiss my forehead like you always did before saying it back,” she promises, bringing her lips to my ear. “I want you to say it for the first time while you’re fucking me. I want you to cry with how much the emotion’s bursting out of you.”

My hands clench into fists as I resist the urge to squeeze her.

She giggles, tapping my chin with the tip of her pointer finger.

“Do you understand?”

My eyes narrow at her condescending tone, and I tighten my grip on her waist to hold her in place. I’ll regret this when she’s gone and my arousal no longer clouds my mind, but I couldn’t care less right now.

She’s an evil tease, and Gray taught her well how to put me on edge.

“Do you understand, Silas?” she repeats.

The door creaks as somebody, probably Gray, pushes it open to peer inside. I’m prepared to ignore it, and I curse Charlie’s enhanced hearing as she swivels to see.

Gray steps inside with a frown, but I can smell the lust pouring off him in thick waves.

“Don’t tell Silas what to do,” he orders.

Charlie hardly seems intimidated, and she straightens up as he stands next to my head. His pants are tented as he glares down at us, but I know his anger is fake. He’s only mad because he thinks he should be.

He’s been hopelessly in love with Charlie since day one. She could try to kill him, and he’d forgive her with a single bat of her eyes.

His anger’s all for show. He just wants her to fight for him.

“Why not?” she teases, staring at him through her eyelashes.

I’m not falling for the innocent act, but I stay silent as Gray immediately falls victim to it. His face softens before he realizes this and plants his little frown back on his lips.

I suck in a shaky breath as he crouches and brings his face to hers, trying and failing to look like he’s in charge. It’s hard to give the impression of being angry when your dick is leaving a wet stain on the front of your pants.

Charlie notices it, her eyes honing in on the spot to watch as it grows. Gray’s been having difficulty holding his arousal in lately, his glands producing more as his body grows used to using it.

“Did you pee yourself?” Charlie giggles, reaching out and trailing her finger along the spot.

She knows damn well what it is, and she takes great pleasure in Gray’s embarrassed flush as she pulls back and pops the finger in her mouth. Gray squeezes his eyes shut, refusing to watch as she sucks the liquid off and stands.

Her knees are a bit shaky as its effects hit her, and Gray instinctively reaches out to stabilize her until she’s gotten her balance and leaves with her chin held way too high.

“She’s playing us,” Gray mutters.

I nod, still breathless.

“I kind of like it,” he continues.

Again, I nod, propping myself up on my elbows as I stare at the doorway she just left through. She’s fucking with my head, and I struggle to wrap my mind around it as I urge my cock to soften. It doesn’t, continuing to ache as Gray hums and reaches for my discarded book.

“Put that down,” I snap.

He frowns, clearly offended, but returns it to the ground without complaint.

He’s not nearly as careful with them as Charlie is.

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