“I know every last one of Jerry’s secrets.” She laughs. “They’re sad. I get the sense that Griffin’s are too. Once you get him to open up, you can carry that pain with him. That’s what builds a bond that no one can break.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re wise?” I manage a small smile.
“I’ve heard it a few times.” She winks as she stands upright again. “We’ll do pizza on the weekend again? We can talk about our boyfriends and braid each other’s hair.”
I almost choke on the sip of coffee I just took as I try to quiet an uncontrollable laugh. “You’re the best, Jo.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Chapter 44
Griffin
“Dude, put on some pants.” I toss my keys on the small table in the foyer of my apartment. “I’ve already seen too much naked cock the past few weeks.”
Sebastian’s hand darts down to cover his groin. “Shit, man. I thought you’d be at work.”
“I thought you’d be at your apartment.” I stalk past him on my way to my home office. “Were you here all night?”
I ask because I crashed as soon as I got home. I dropped my clothes on a chair in my room and hit the sheets. I was out within two minutes.
It wasn’t until I woke up in a cold sweat at two a.m that I remembered the conversation Piper and I had about her need to be an artist.
I got out of bed, took a shower and worked until I dressed for my early meeting.
I noticed the door to the guest room was closed, but I didn’t think twice about it.
“Brad had his kids last night.” Sebastian rounds the corner to my office with a pair of black sweatpants on. His chest is still uncovered displaying the tattoo that covers his shoulder. I fucking hate that thing. It’s a reminder of the night he was shot.
“Put on a shirt.”
“No shirt.” He shakes his head. “You know I don’t like hanging around when Brad has his daughters for the night. He only sees them one night a week right now. I want to give him space and time with them.”
Sebastian has a heart of gold. When Brad, one of his buddies from work, was going through a painful divorce, Sebastian let him move to the extra bedroom in his apartment. It’s a good arrangement until the guy’s daughters show up.
Those are the nights when Sebastian uses the key I gave him to crash here. I don’t have a problem with it, unless he’s walking around in the nude.
“Is there a woman here?” I look past him to the hallway. “I’m not going to stumble on some big-titted blonde on my way out, am I?”
He raises a dark brow. “Once, Griffin. That happened once.”
Once was enough.
I came home from work and found a beautiful blonde in my bed.
I’m not the type to turn down a gift, so I undressed while she spoke some language that I couldn’t understand. French, maybe?
It didn’t matter.
My cock understands the language of love.
By the time I was down to my boxer briefs, I could hear Sebastian calling out to her.
It seems ‘the first door on the left’ doesn’t translate well. She hopped into my bed expecting Sebastian. I almost hopped in right after her expecting a good fuck.
She left before either of us got a taste.
“I don’t bring women here anymore.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m done fucking random women. I’m too old for that shit.”