Page 75 of Friends With the Monsters
Grim’s eyebrows draw in and I scrub my hands over my face. “Holy hellion balls.”
“Only the first time,” he tells me pragmatically.
I groan. “So, all that stamina?” I roll my lips in.
“It’s been a long, few years.” Grim plants his hands on his hips and it draws my eyes back to his dick.
“Well,” I give him my most approving look, “from one masturbator to another, that was fucking amazing. Skills are on point.” I’m actually a little in awe, and I’ll be damned, but a lot turned on too.
The crest of Grim’s cheeks flush with a slight tinge of red, before he peers at me from under his brow. “Wait until I have more practice,” he promises. I fan my face and blow out a breath, and his dick bobs again while he watches me.
“Ahh, guys?” I call out to the others, or I might just take Grim up on his request to ease his hard-on.
Calix pokes his head around the door, I knew they wouldn’t go far. “Did you get him worked over…out…” Calix frowns. “Are we all set?” he questions, finally settling on what to ask.
“Taking care of it now,” I reply, and turn my focus back to Grim. I step a little closer, so he knows my words are just for him. “Listen, Loverboy, if I got to get down every time, I was horny, I’d probably never get out of bed.”
Grim nods eagerly and hooks his hand over his shoulder. “I like your bed,” he tells me, as if to say he’s totally fine with that option.
“Death.” Calix walks back into the bathroom with his arms folded over his chest. “Look, man…” He starts, but he pauses too, like he can’t find the right words.
“I’m guessing you never had the urge before Damiana, am I right?” Gunnar sidles up next to Calix.
Grim nods, and his dick does, too. I wave my hand over at Calix and motion for him to grab the dry towel still on the hook. Understanding my silent plea, he reaches for the cloth and tosses it to me. I nab it out of the air and shake it out, before snapping it open and slipping it behind Grim to wrap it around his waist. However, it brings me up close and personal to all that warm, perfect skin, and my mouth literally waters with the thought of licking my way up his chest. I pinch the fabric at his hip and step back a little.
I force my eyes down, but the sight of his dick tenting the front of the towel does absolutely nothing to curb my desire. I can even see the outline of his blunt head. Fucking hell, he’s like some naughty calendar picture come to life.
“Bet being around her is torture.” Gunnar’s lips curl into a cruel smile, but it melts quickly. “It’s rough on all of us, man. But just ‘cause your dick gets hard, doesn’t mean it needs servicing. You get me?”
My hand holding the towel slips a little, and I regather the fabric. I’m completely caught off guard by the sincerity in Gunnar’s voice. He’s not teasing or poking fun, he’s actually trying to help in his own way.
Grim’s eyes go unfocused and he nods. “It’s worse now that I know what she tastes like, feels like—she’s so soft and warm.” The towel bobs up.
“Gonna ask you to keep that info to yourself. We don’t want to hear about it,” Calix interjects quickly, crossing his arms over his chest and tipping his chin up.
“Yeah, so…” I look around, still holding Grim’s towel in place. “Now that that’s handled, we should get dressed and go take care of Vanessa.”
“It’s noon. She’s not going to be doing anything for the next few hours. We should rest,” Gunnar suggests, sounding confident that she isn’t going anywhere.
The lack of sleep is catching up to me. I already sapped the reserves for the hour nap I got with Grim. Sleep sounds really good actually.
I grab Grim’s hand and place it over the towel where I’m holding it. “There.” I pull my hand away and watch as he tightens the fabric over his groin.
“You like my body. Why do you keep trying to cover it up?”
I blow out a raspberry. “You’re not the only one who gets horny, Loverboy. Now, all of you out, so I can get dressed in peace.”
I hear a few low grumbles, but they all file out of the bathroom then through my bedroom door. “Dude, cover your chubby,” Calix hisses, as Grim releases his grip on the towel, and I get another good look at his perfectly round ass before a pair of dark pants and a black shirt covers him in the next blink. The towel disappears from his hand and he saunters out the door—not a purposeful swag, just his natural gait.
I tip my head back and look up at the ceiling. “I don’t know if I’m blessed or fucking cursed,” I mutter, wondering how the hell I ended up with all three of them somehow tied to me.
After sliding on a pair of silk sleep shorts and a cami, I peel back my covers and sigh when my overheated skin touches the cool sheets. I drag the comforter up to my chin and dip my head down. I can smell Grim. I let out a soft purr, liking the reminder.
A noise from downstairs has my eyes jerking open before I can fall asleep. I’m not used to visitors during the day, and they’re loud. I thought we were supposed to rest. I nuzzle my head back into the pillow, then the floor outside my door creaks.
I know who it is, so I don’t open my eyes. It’s not as if a stranger could get in unnoticed with all three of them here.
The bed bounces and someone launches himself at me, landing half on my legs. I do sit up then and growl down at Gunnar.
