Page 41 of Demon Shock

Panic set in as he strode into the living room. The other three stopped what they were doing to stare at us.

Gyrik was naked. He had come on his ear and chest.And he was carrying me.

“Ah, do you need us to intervene, Ava?” Bram asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Shame kept my face red as I shook my head.

“If you need intervention, just scream,” Zach said.

I wanted to hide, binge-eat some ice cream, and pretend none of this ever happened.

Thankfully, Gyrik was a fast walker and had us in the bathroom a few seconds later. He set me on my feet and tugged my jacket off before I knew what he intended.

“What are you doing?” I asked when he tossed it into the hallway.

“It needs to be washed.”

I cringed, which was more distraction than I could afford because he took that opportunity to pull my shirt off. I clapped my arms around myself, not to save any modesty but because it was still cold on this side of the house.

“Uh, I’m okay getting undressed without help,” I said when he reached for my jeans.

He pulled his hands back and watched me expectantly. So, I went with the more direct, but hopefully still kind, approach.

“You’re probably cold and want to get dressed. I can shower by myself. You can go.”

“I need your clothes to wash them.”

Geez…how much had he come?

Rather than trying to look for it, I finished stripping out of my pants and handed them over. He proved he had only been waiting for that by walking out with them. I watched his glued-together backside disappear then stripped out of my bra and underwear without closing the door. The only heat source was in the living room, and I wasn’t about to cut that off.

The water, which he’d showered in too, was barely body-temperature warm. I shivered through shampooing twice so I wouldn’t have to repeat the experience.

Moving the curtain to the side, I almost screamed when I saw Gyrik standing there in a pair of shorts. He blinked at me then wrapped me in the towel he’d been holding.

“I heard you shivering,” he said. “It’s warmer by the fire. You should stay there until your hair is dry.”

I nodded. He swept me into his arms and carried me out of the bathroom. Any protest died a fast death when I felt the heat radiating from him.

A blanket and a hairbrush waited by the fireplace in the living room. The other three weren’t there, but I could hear them moving in the kitchen. Their presence was both reassuring and demoralizing. They’d witnessed what had to be the most awkward moment of my entire life.

Gyrik set me down on the blanket and wrapped it around me. I pulled it closer, appreciating the warmth.

I was a little surprised when I felt the first gentle tug on my hair.

He was brushing it.

“Tell me if I cause you pain,” he said.

Too overwhelmed by the last twenty minutes, I nodded and let myself appreciate the quiet moment. Only the present mattered. Nothing happened before the hair brushing, andnothing would happen after. Well, I needed to get dressed after so I wouldn’t freeze.

Thoughts of getting dressed led to thoughts of what had happened. I tried shutting those down but gave up after a while.

Sometimes, a girl just needed to overthink for a bit to sort out how she felt about something. And that was what I needed to understand. Was I okay with what had just happened, and did I still feel safe with Gyrik?

The way his fingers gently ran over my hair after each brush stroke was too soothing to feel anything but safe. And technically, what had happened in the bedroom wasn’t his fault. Yes, he’d grabbed me to keep me from leaving, butI’d been the one to grab his cum-cannon, leading to the fateful misfire.

I shouldn’t have squeezed it. But in all fairness, I’d still been in a state of denial even after the full-frontal view he’d given me in the bathroom. He couldn’t have been that big. I had to have seen it wrong. A play of light, maybe.

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