Page 36 of Under Your Care

Greyson sputtered, blush intensifying. “I wouldn’t call it that.”

“Mhm. Gotcha. I’ll think about it. I just… I don’t know if I’d be okay with it. I mean I know I killed a guy last night, but I wasn’t planning on it. I’m not sure if I’d be able to do it while in the right state of mind, I guess. Also, what if I find it gross and throw up everywhere?”

Greyson smiled, “I promise to clean up your vomit for the rest of our lives.” I playfully slapped his thigh, suppressing a laugh. “Just think about it and let me know. Either way, I could teach you some pretty cool knife tricks,” he smirked, catching my chin in his hand and pulling me in to capture my lips in a quick kiss.

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After we ate dinner, Greyson washed the dishes as I sat on the couch watching him. He insisted on doing practically everything for me. I shuddered thinking about him taking care of anyone but me. It made a hot flame of jealousy burn in my chest. I calmed myself down within seconds, reasoning with myself that Greyson wouldn’t lift a finger for anyone besidesme. He was definitely a simp. I chuckled at that thought, wishing I could text my best friend so we could laugh about it together.

Fuck. Oliver.

I was such a bad friend for only now remembering his existence.

I called out to Greyson in the kitchen, “Hey, um, I haven’t heard from Oliver since… you know. You didn’t do anything to him, right? He’s okay? He’s probably just ignoring me because of our fight?” Greyson set down the pot he was washing and leaned against the counter.

“He’s fine. Hayes and Hudson are handling him,” he said monotonously, still facing away from me. My eyes narrowed.

“Your psychopathic brothers with a hard-on for him arehandlinghim?” Greyson turned to face me, using a hand towel to dry off his wet hands. I knew he was trying to hide it, but I caught the miniscule smirk that played on his lips.

“Indeed.”

“Elaborate, Grey,” I exhaled.

He sighed like it was an inconvenience to his day to offer an explanation. He strolled from the kitchen into the living room before perching on a couch arm. “Well, I was rightfully upset with him. He was inconsiderate of your feelings and gaslit you, which resulted in you running from me. I had Hayes and Hudson retrieve him from his apartment and bring him to their home. We then questioned him about your possible whereabouts. Which I have to say, he was helpful. Still, he had to be punished.”

My face paled. I carefully probed, “What did you do?” A million possibilities ran through my mind.

“He’s fine, Lane. We mainly just scared him. He’s alive and being taken care of by the twins.”

My brows furrowed. “He’s still with them? Why didn’t you just let him go after scaring him?”

“They were going to claim him anyway. This just gave them an excuse to speed up the process.” Greyson shrugged, cocking his head at me like he wasn’t sure why I was concerned.

“But… Oliver doesn’t like them. And he clearly doesn’t like relationships where people feel they canclaimtheir partners. It’s different from us,” I offered, worried for my friend.

“What’s different, sweetheart? I saw you, I stalked you, I manipulated you, and I took you. I certainly didn’t ask for permission before giving you your first orgasm, did I? Hayes and Hudson saw your little friend and decided he belonged to them.”

I swallowed, “But, I wanted you back… Oliver hates them.”

Greyson stood from his seat and stalked over to where I was curled up in the corner of the large couch. He stopped directly in front of me, gazing down at me with predatory intent.

“He’ll like them eventually. They’re persuasive. Enough about them, tell me more about wanting me,” he crooned.

I shifted in my sitting position, finding it hard to not admire Greyson’s bulge and meaty, strong thighs in my direct line of sight.

“Um… I thought you were hot when we first met. I thought it would be unrequited though, seeing as how you are most certainly not allowed to have relationships with your patients.”

“Did you touch your little cock while thinking of me?” His dark gaze overwhelmed me.

I stuttered, face beet red from embarrassment, “I– Um, maybe…”

“Were you hoping I’d bend you over in my office and fuck you until you screamed?” My mouth watered as I watched his cock thicken in his pants. “Were you hoping I’d rub those pretty tits of yours until you cried? Ah, or maybe you hoped I would force your sweet mouth open and fuck your throat? Hm, baby? Have you always been my pretty little cockslut?” He purred, his words scrambling my thoughts.

“Mhm,” I whimpered, leaning forward to rest my head on one of those gorgeous, thick thighs of his. I nuzzled into him, inhaling his musky scent.

He smiled smugly, bringing a hand to my scalp and gripping my hair until I was looking up at his face. “Take my cock out, darling.”

I moaned, eyes glazing over, until it quickly dawned on me that I didn’t have much experience at all with giving head.

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