Page 29 of Up In Flames
“Nice!” I bumped his shoulder with mine. “He's a Fox, right?”
“Totally a fox! So smokin' hot.” Gray piled food onto his plate.
I snorted. “No, I mean he's a Fox Ladrin.”
“Oh!” Gray laughed. “Yeah, he is. He even shifted for me once. He's really cute as a fox.”
“Shut up. He did not.”
“He did.” Graysen grimaced. “All right, he didn't shiftforme, but he needed to get a run in and I was there so I got to see him.”
“Now that sounds more likely.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Gray said affectionately. “I'm super hot. Obviously. Mr. Rare Bottom wants me, remember? He would have shifted for me if I had asked. But I didn't have to since he wanted to shift.”
“Uh-huh.” I grabbed a glass of water and headed to my usual table.
“How's the sword training going?”
“Better.” I pulled up my sleeves and flexed. “I'm getting pretty muscular, don't you think?”
Graysen snorted. “Hardly. You're still a skinny-ass fuck.”
I leaned forward onto my forearms and grinned at him.
“What the fuck is that look about?” Gray demanded, his mouth full.
“I've just really missed you, Gray. I'm glad you're back.”
He got a goofy look on his face, then leaned forward to punch me in the arm. “I missed you too. It's nice to have a fuck-buddy out there, but you and I had more fun together.”
I grinned. “So tell me more about Liam. Does he have a nicer ass than me?”
Gray made a scoffing sound. “Most guys have a nicer ass than you, fuck-face. Your ass is bony.”
“So that's a no.” I grinned wider. “Is he good?”
“Of course, he's good. I wouldn't keep fucking him if he wasn't. What about your new one, the Tytra? How's he in bed?”
“A fucking maniac.” I grinned. “In bed, on the floor, in the forest, in the mountains. Wherever, he's amazing.”
“And his dick?” Gray asked casually. Yup, this was what I loved about Graysen. We could talk about anything without any weirdness.
“Perfect,” I said. “It's not as thick as Xae's—and that's a fucking good thing because Xae has athi-i-i-ckdick. But Taroc's is longer.”
“Oh, I like a long dick,” Gray said. “More to suck on.”
“Or, for us bottoms, more to thrust in me. He can get deep.”
“Nice.” Gray shoved more food into his mouth.
I looked around, then said, “Actually, I wanna talk to you about something.”
He looked up. “Aren't we talkin' now?”
“No, I mean . . . I've got a secret admirer.”
“A secret admirer?” Gray frowned. “Why would they want to keep it a secret?”
