“I guess that’s the question, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so.” Her tone has a touch of disappointment, but I’m not the only one with questionable character. She set me up then gave me all the information I needed, ratting the Titan’s out. Where do her loyalties lay?
“Can I trust you?” I ask, wanting so badly to, but my club comes first, and she tried to hurt them.
“Yes.”
I think it would have been easier if she had said no. I’ve never been this confused of anything in my life, not even after I killed Bella. This woman scares me. When I’m near her, I feel a sense of familiarity and want.
Taking one step out of the shower, water dripping down my legs, I grab a towels off the counter and go into the bedroom to give Monet some space.
And so I can jerk off.
Monet
Walking out of the shower, water drips off my body, leaving a puddle beneath my feet. Despite being soaked, I feel hot and sweaty. Grabbing a towel from the counter, I wrap it around me and lean my head back against the shower wall. My hips still tingle where he touched me. The way the tip of his cock brushed against my stomach. I didn’t have to look down to know it’s thick and big. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath.
“I don’t want Godric. I won’t admit it. I can’t,” I whisper to myself. I need to stay away from him. I’m a mess and need to stay focused on myself. Drying myself off, I slip on the shirt he gave me and put on a clean pair of panties. Using a brush I found on the counter, I pull the tangles out of my hair. Done with pampering myself, I open the door and find the room dark except the light from the moon illuminating the bed. Godric lays with his arms behind his head, just like last night, the blankets tucked over his legs. Swallowing, I climb onto the bed and slip under the covers on my side. It’s quiet, but I know he’s still awake.
Turning on my side, my hands under my head, I stare at his profile. His wet hair falls in his eyes, and my hungry gaze strolls lower, landing on his bare chest. “Are you going to go after Damian tomorrow?” I ask, trying to ignore whatever happened in the shower moments ago. I watch his chest rise with a large inhale.
“I’m not sure.”
Silence falls between us, and I get the idea he doesn’t want to talk. Flipping onto my back, I pull the blankets up to my neck and close my eyes, finding it a lot easier to relax tonight. The look on his face when he saw my face today conveyed there’s a piece of him that cares about my wellbeing. Even if it’s just so he can use me to get to his uncle, he cares.
“If you had the chance, would you kill your ex?”
My eyes snap open at his question. I have thought about it plenty of times. What would I say if I saw him? What would I do? I never had a straight answer.
“No. I don’t want anything to do with him. Killing him or making him pay his debt would mean I’d have to find him and make myself go down that road again, digging up the past just to retaliate. And I don’t want to go back there.” My own response shocks me, but it’s true. All I want is to move on.
“I’ll find him and kill him. For you.”
Rolling over on my side, my mouth parts. He turns his head, the moon shining into his eyes. They’re beautifully scary, and I can’t help but wonder how many people got to see them before they died.
“Why?” I whisper, my walls crumbling so fast, I feel breathless. A barrier I built inside myself to protect my heart feels like a house of toothpicks when I’m around this violent man. What does that say about me?
“Because he deserves it for what he did to you,” Godric replies, and now I know he cares.
Lifting my hand, I reach for his chest, my finger landing on the scar. I hardly know this man and he’d kill for me. I’d definitely say Godric is the reason I’m thinking differently lately. Scooting closer to him, I feel him tense beneath me, but I take the chance and lay my head on his shoulder with my arm across his chest.
“Is this okay?” I whisper, hoping he says yes.
Silence falls between us. My heart accelerates, fearing he’s going to reject my affection.
“Yeah.” The soft reply has me relax into him even more, the smell of his skin imprinting on my own. We lay there in silence, in the dark, soaking up each other’s company, his body warm and hard against my own. He has a wicked side, but I’ve seen the good in him too. It makes me wonder about what the papers said about him. I know he said he doesn’t remember that night, but I wonder what he feels.