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“Call or text us if you think of anything else or have an idea relating to the case. We’ll track anything and are willing to go at this from a new perspective. All we care about is stopping this group,” Grymington remarked, his gaze earnest.
“I believe in you guys. I’ll be in touch if I think of anything. And if you ever need my help for anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Good, the next time I get woken up in the middle of the night because some asshole wizard has leveled another building—hopefully a fucking empty one—I’m calling you. You can wade in the rubble with us,” Orpheus replied.
“Count me in,” Grant said as he stood to leave. “On a personal note, I can’t wait for the next D’Vaire weekend. Thanks for celebrating fallen knights.”
“I almost wore my new uniform yesterday,” Masse confided. “Larissa put Hel on the patch. Come on, a jacket with my dog? I need more opportunities to wear it.”
“We’ll find some,” Grymington remarked. “Larissa put our dogs on all of ours. They’re on the same level of cool as our reaper uniforms. Congratulations on your title, Grant. You earned it and should be very proud.”
“Thanks, I’m still working on my imposter syndrome,” Grant revealed.
Grymington nodded. “That is understandable. Just keep believing in yourself. Everything will fall into place eventually and you’ll accept that you have the title Fate gave you.”
Nearly moved to tears by the sincerity in Grymington’s voice, Grant nodded and waved to the trio as he wandered out of the office. In his next moment of doubt, he’d recall the Lich Reaper’s words. It was a good reminder that Grant was the lone person who didn’t believe he was fully worthy of his new title.
The issue was an inner demon, not reality.
Chapter 21
“Ican’t put my finger on exactly why, but your condo relaxes me,” Grant said.
Delighted, Roman smiled as his gaze swept the casual, overstuffed furniture with a generous amount of throw pillows in his favored shades of green and blue.
“It does the same for me,” Roman confided. “When I moved in, I wanted a clean slate. I took nothing from my last apartment but my clothes and shit like that. For months, I visited shops and browsed online for what you see now.”
“Are you addicted to interior design now?”
Roman shook his head emphatically. “As much as I love this place, it was a relief to finally be fucking done. If something breaks or wears out anytime soon, there will be a big-ass blank area where it used to be because I’ll be damned if I return to shopping anytime soon.”
“Good thing I don’t want to change anything.”
“You’re welcome to change whatever you want to suit you, but don’t ask for my help. You’re on your own.”
“Relationships are about teamwork, Calixtus.”
“Then focus on something that we both like, not decorating.”
Grant shuffled closer to Roman on the sofa, and his smirk was devilish. “I can think of one thing we both like.”
Cupping the back of Grant’s neck, Roman nipped his chin and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Could you be more specific? As Venerable Knights, we share many interests.”
“This has nothing to do with work,” Grant said, sinking his fingers into Roman’s hair.
Roman laid his palm on Grant’s denim-clad thigh and moved his hand upward until he was millimeters from his mate’s groin. A second later, he sealed their lips together. Grant immediately tilted his head, and Roman eagerly accepted his invitation to deepen the caress. His tongue hit Grant’s as the scent of limes filled his senses.
It was difficult with them both sprawled on the sofa cushions, but Roman wiggled closer to Grant. His cock demanded he go much farther, but Roman wasn’t ready to rip Grant’s clothes off and feast. Although he didn’t have to ask if Grant was willing to go along with the now-throbbing erection straining the front of Roman’s jeans, his other half was innocent.
Grant deserved better than to be fucked fast and hard for his first time. The voice in Roman’s head urging him to demand Grant strip and lift his ass right there on the couch to be fucked had to be ignored.Another night, Roman assured himself. They had an eternity waiting for them; there would be plenty of opportunities for that fantasy.
As if sensing Roman’s current state of admonishing himself for his desire to move too damn fast, Grant pulled away and frowned.
“Let me guess,” Grant said, frustration tightening his jaw and causing his brows to furrow. “You think we’re getting carried away and we need to focus on other aspects of our relationship?”
With a devilish smile, Roman dragged his knuckles up the rigid cock pressing against Grant’s zipper. The other fallen knight gasped, and those lime-green eyes Roman loved widened in surprise.
“I have every intention of pleasing you tonight,” Roman insisted. “However, I’m ignoring my dick’s plan to fuck you face down on my new couch.”
