Page 44 of Sparrow

He looks my way and just laughs. “I really think you’re trying to kill me, Mills.”

Jaxon never looked at me this way. Not even in the beginning, really. His looks were lustful and dirty. That’s not to say I didn’t thrive on them at first, I did. What woman wouldn’t want to feel so desired that she was driving a man mad with need?

But that didn’t last. It became about ultimate power and abuse.

When Gray looks at me like he is now, I feel powerful yet equal. I feel like a goddess he wants to worship, but that wants to worship him in return. He looks at me like I’m a human being. Jaxon didn’t even know what that was.

“Now who’s the one staring?” he says, reaching for me to pull me into a kiss, and I go all too willingly.

It doesn’t take long before the panting starts and our hands begin to roam. You’d think I’d be sated after the many orgasms he skillfully gave me over the last eight hours, but they’ve only added gasoline to my roaring fire.

“Gray,” I whimper, as I shift up to straddle him.

“I’ll never tire of this view.”

The sheet drops completely to my waist, exposing my entire torso. I slide my hands up my stomach to cup my breasts, giving him a show.

“Watch me. Don’t look away.” Look at me, being all seductive. Go me.

We must be completely focused on one another, because neither one of us hears the front door open. Neither one of us hears footsteps on the stairs. Neither one of us even hears the bedroom door open. Cue embarrassment in three…two...one...

“Get your lazy ass—OH SHIT!” I hear a male voice say.

“Case! Get the fuck out of here!”

I scramble off of Gray and lie on the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover my very red face.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” I chant.

“Fuck. I’m sorry. Uh...Amelia, I presume?” I hear the same male voice say, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” I say with my face still buried.

***

After our unexpected viewing party, Grayson left me to get dressed while he went down to tend to his friend. I took my time to prepare for my walk of shame, only heading down when I determined I just couldn’t take any more time.

I can hear them talking as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

“You never have company this late on a Sunday. I figured you’d want the gym.”

“Call first, man. Cell phones. That’s why we have them,” Grayson replies.

I turn the corner into the kitchen, finally seeing the man who’s seen most of me.

“Hi,” I say. “Gray, I should get going. I’ve got a few things to do and uh, to be honest, I’m so embarrassed I could be sick right now.” I laugh.

“Amelia,” the man says, before Gray can respond to me. “I’m Case. Grayson’s better looking, funnier friend, and there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m a cop. I’ve seen some shit.”

“Well, that doesn’t make me feel better at all.” I shake my head.

“Don’t mind him, Mills,” Gray chimes in. “He’s just an asshole.”

“Yeah, but I’m the greatest asshole there is.”

Gray turns to me and steps closer so we can speak semi-privately. “Are you sure you have to go?”

“Yeah, I should. I don’t want to confuse Cadence by being here early in the morning, and I really do have some things to do. Besides, I figured you’d be sick of me by now.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

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