Page 23 of Our Shattered Pieces
I think.
With Lorcan it was hard to tell sometimes.
“Do you blame me?” I asked. “Your wife makes some mean iced tea.” I finally sat up straight on the office couch as I cocked my head at him. “And where is your wife anyway? I wanted to see her and say bye before I left.”
“She at Grayson’s, assuring him that we’re not going to get kidnapped by locals, so they can sell off our body parts.” Lorcan let out a soft chuckle. “If there’s another person on this planet that worries about Rowan more than I do, it’s that man.”
The pit of my stomach erupted in sexual butterflies.
Grayson Lewis.
Grayson Lewis was Rowan’s older brother, and only sibling, much like me and Lorcan. But where Rowan was your classic blonde bombshell with a figure that could stop traffic, Grayson had inherited his father’s coloring, all except for his eyes. Rowan and Grayson both shared their mother’s bright blue eyes, while Grayson had inherited his father’s dark brown hair. And where Rowan was around five-foot-three or four, Grayson topped at past six-foot. Not as tall as Lorcan, but pretty close.
Grayson Lewis was thirty-two and gorgeous as hell. He was a high school teacher and a football coach, and I imagined it was the football coach part that kept that six-pack he had so taut. And how would I know that he had a six-pack, you ask?
Because I had felt it-among another things-the night of my brother’s wedding to his sister.
Lorcan and Rowan’s wedding had been small, yet tasteful. With only family and a few friends in attendance, it had been rather perfect for the both of them. Lorcan had no patience for people, and Rowan was too real to invite people she didn’t know or care for to the most important event of her life.
So, with the wedding being so quaint, Rowan’s Maid-of-Honor had been her best friend, Mystic, and I had been the only bridesmaid. Lorcan’s Best Man had been his best friend, and Mystic’s husband, Gage Evans, and his only groomsman had been Rowan’s brother, Grayson.
See where I’m going with this?
With everyone paired up so nicely, and the reception being an open bar, Grayson and I had found our way to renting a room in the venue’s hotel, and we had done the deed.
Now, granted, I’d had my fair share of alcohol, but Grayson Lewis undressing was a sight that would be burned into my memoryfor-freakin’-ever.
His giant dick size aside, the man was just pure perfection. Tanned muscles everywhere, a face like a Spartan warrior, luscious chocolate hair, piercing blue eyes, and with enough stamina to make me cum three times; once with his tongue, the other two with that magnificent club between his legs.
It had been good, hot, and satisfying.
But…notsatisfying, you know?
The entire time he’d been doing his best to rock my world, I’d been biting my tongue with all the things I nearly begged from the man. But whenever I thought about our time together-and I thought about it a lot-I thank God that I hadn’t. Grayson was Lorcan’s brother-in-law, and the last thing I’d ever want to do was ruin that relationship with my messed-up head.
“Well, heisher brother,” I reminded him.“Andhe’s been loving her a lot longer than you have been.”
Lorcan scowled. “Rowan’s mine,” he practically snapped. “End of story.”
I grinned. “You have possessiveness issues.”
“Any man worth his salt does,” he countered.
I just shook my head. “Well, the turkey wrap and iced tea did the trick. I’ll water your babies and make sure no squatters take up residence.” Lorcan snorted. His place was so safe, it was locked up tighter than a bank.
Stretching my lazy muscles, I stood up to go leave. “Tell the missus I’m sorry I missed her.”
“Text her,” he said. “Maybe you can stop by Grayson’s and say bye really quick.”
I almost laughed.
The last thing I needed was to know exactly where Grayson Lewis lived. I knew enough to know what part of town he lived in, but more than that, I just might end up showing up at his house-completely unannounced-and try to pick up from where we’d left off.
With everyone’s busy schedules, I haven’t seen the man since the wedding, and I wasn’t overly saddened by that fact. While my kinks might have been missing from that night with him, Grayson was still the best sex I’ve ever had.
Apart from that one night.
Yeah, let’s not talk about that one anymore.
