Page 9 of Twisted God

I nodded. “Of course, I’ve signed an NDA if that helps.”

“I don’t really tell people this, but I have OCD. I was diagnosed about six months ago after having a huge episode that I kept hidden. I do things, things that I feel like I have to do, that I have no control over. It’s getting better, but tonight I felt the pull. I think you might have saved me, so thank you.”

“The showering?”

He looked at me, shocked.

“Your hair is still damp from the shower you must have taken recently. You forget I watch people for a living. It’s amazing what you can learn about someone from behind a camera. I’ve also seen the scars on your skin. I’m not sure anyone else would notice, but my lens sees everything.”

“I can’t explain it… it just—”

“Hey, you don’t have to explain anything. Especially not to me. I’m here to listen whenever you need a friend, Grayson. A real friend who won’t sell you out. You have my word.”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. Thank you, firefly. I would love to call you my friend.

We walked back into the penthouse and, like someone had flicked a switch, I watched Grayson’s entire demeanor change, as his rock star persona hid the vulnerable, unsure man I’d just sat with.

Chapter 3

Ivy

IsmiledatEthan’sbeautiful face on the screen of my phone. His blue eyes sparkled, and his dark blond hair was pushed back from his face. Clean-shaven, his skin glowed like he’d just worked out. He sat on our bed, topless in just a pair of running shorts, showing off his flat-toned stomach and his thick, muscular thighs. He might not be as cut as the Cosmic Gods I’d been photographing for the last ten days, but his 6 foot 3 body was toned and athletic. He ran his hand over the light covering of hair on his chest and smiled that smile that made my knees go weak.

“Not long now and I’ll be home. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too, princess. I can’t wait to bite down on your nipples while you ride me. God, I miss your warm pussy so much it actually hurts.”

“Ethan!” I cried. “You’re on a video call backstage at a rock concert. Can you keep that filthy mouth of yours closed, at least until I’m alone?” I winked, looking bashfully at the screen, teasing him with my mock embarrassment.

“Nope. I want the world to know you’re mine. I also wanted to remind you that I’m waiting here, desperate to fuck you until you scream my name.”

“Eth, you’re incorrigible. But the things I want to do to you will make your eyes water. I promise it'll be worth the wait.”

“Show me. Show me what you’d do to me if you were here.”

“Eth, I can’t. I’m working. There are people everywhere.”

“So, give me the PG version, princess. Give me something to get me through the next few lonely nights.”

Licking my lips slowly, I pushed two fingers into my mouth, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks. As I begin to work them in and out, Ethan’s eyes darkened, and his hand slipped beneath his shorts, rubbing against his obvious erection.

“Fuck, princess.”

I pulled my fingers from my mouth, making a loudpopas I did. “Does that help?”

“No, that just made me want you even more. My poor balls are going to explode. Call me later and talk dirty to me. Tell me all the things you’re going to do to me when you get home. I want to fall asleep with your words in my head and my hand round my cock.”

“I swear, you get worse every time I go away.”

He lifted the phone closer to his face, and I sighed because I couldn’t see his body anymore. “Then stop leaving me,” he pouted.

“Ivy?” Grayson’s voice interrupted our conversation, making me jump, hopingagainthat he didn’t hear. “Did you—oh, shit, sorry… I should have knocked. I didn’t mean to disturb you. Addi just wanted to know if you got all the shots you needed?”

Grayson stood in the doorway to the room I’d taken over tonight. His hair was messy and damp and his face flushed. Topless, sweat covering his chiseled chest, his black, distressed jeans hung low on his hips, showing off his abs and the V carved into his hips, the outline of his cock clear to see. I was so busy drinking him in that I forgot the phone in my hand until Ethan coughed.

“Princess. Did you forget about me? Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Sorry, sorry.” I moved so Ethan could see who I was staring at. “Ethan, this is Grayson Hill. Lead guitarist for the Cosmic Gods. Grayson, this is Ethan Tate, my partner.”

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