CHAPTER 27
Ice clinks around the bottom of my empty glass as I sit at the lonely dining table. How the hell did I get roped into this? I’ve gone from living in a shitty foster home, to killing a man, to now living in a fucking mansion with four brooding assholes. This isn’t right.
I throw the glass back, letting the lone piece of ice slide down and drop into my mouth before crunching my teeth over it and feeling it melt slowly. I should pack up my things and slip out during the night. I don’t know who this Dynasty is, but my gut is telling me to get away, but where? Where can I go that they won’t find me? Dynasty can make people invisible, make them cease to exist. I’m sure if they can do that, they can find a runaway.
Screw it. Is living with the guys really that bad? I have Carver saving me from my own subconscious, Cruz giving me all sorts of feels, and King satisfying every wild need within me. It could be worse, so why the fuck am I complaining? Maybe this is an opportunity that I need to take with both hands and never let go.
Getting bored of sitting at this big ass table by myself, I follow the delicious sounds of fists pummeling against flesh down to the home gym. My mind instantly takes me back to a few nights ago, slamming my fists into Carver as he let me work out my frustration on his rock-hard body.
Assuming it’s him in the gym, I walk through the open door and come to a stop when I find King attempting to beat the ever-loving shit out of Grayson. Only Grayson is holding his own, and gives it right back to King. I stare in wonder, my lady bits clenching with desire.
Both of their bodies glisten with a sheer layer of sweat and my mouth instantly waters. They’re fucking gorgeous. King’s fist flies forward with sharp, precise movements, and I watch as Grayson easily blocks it, only to deliver one of his own.
Grayson lands a devastating blow that would have any man down on their knees, but King takes it and fires right back at him, bringing his arm around in a beautiful uppercut that nails Grayson right below his ribs.
Groans and grunts pull from each of them as I become mesmerized, watching it as though I was watching the most intense kind of porn. I wonder how they’d feel if I just took off my pants, perched myself on the ground in front of them, and finger fucked myself until I screamed. I mean, I’m sure they’d happily allow it, even encourage it, but it’d probably mess up their moves, and from my own experience, when someone fucks up one of my fights, I don’t get pissed, I get even.
I lean against the open door and the movement catches Grayson’s attention, distracting him for a brief moment and allowing King the chance to get through and nail him right in the chest. The blow sends Grayson flying back until he’s crashing down onto the sparring mat with a heavy thud. “Fuck,” he grunts, holding his hand up to King to indicate that he’s done.
King instantly stops and reaches down a hand, helping him up, and the second he can, Grayson shoots a devastating glare my way. I cringe, pushing off the wall. “Sorry, I uh … I didn’t mean to distract you.”
“Save it,” Grayson grumbles, shaking off the blow and striding toward me. “I’m done here.”
Whoops.
He walks straight out, narrowly passing me and avoiding slamming me right against the door. I stare after him for a second, watching his fine body as he all but races from the gym. I wonder what I did to piss him off so much—apart from the whole distracting him and causing him to get nailed in the chest thing.
After a short beat, I turn my guilty cringe toward King. “He really doesn’t like me, does he?”
King walks across the gym and grabs a small white towel to wipe over his face before dropping it and looking back at me. “It’s not that,” he tells me, switching the towel for a bottle of water. “If he didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be here. He just … he doesn’t like change, and you, Winter, are a massive fucking change.”
“How so?”
“It’s been just us four since we were kids. No chicks have ever come in here and had us all in a bind, desperately trying to keep her stupid ass in check.”
“Well her stupid ass never asked for it,” I point out.
“Trust me,” he says with a scoff, throwing his water bottle back down to the ground. “We’re more than aware of what you did and didn’t ask for.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, walking deeper into the massive home gym as my eyes rake up and down his impressive body, wondering just how quickly I can get him to fuck me on this sparring mat. “And what exactly do you think I asked for?”