Page 48 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Grey

The demanding glare makes me swallow.

He slides his hand up my leg, my thigh, meticulously inspecting the wound. “This is going to be painful.”

“I can take it,” I reply.

“Oh, can you? I bet you can take a whole lot more then …” He raises a brow, as he grabs a tool from his first-aid kit and immediately digs into my flesh.

I groan in pain, and Aspen grabs my hand, letting me squeeze it out as Apollo pulls out the bullet.

“There you are, you little fucker,” he says, discarding it onto the floor.

Then he grabs some disinfectant and wipes off the hole in my body, cleaning it all up, before he begins the suturing.

“Are you sure this’ll be good enough?” Aspen asks.

“It won’t be pretty, but it’ll do,” Apollo responds. “By the time it’s healed, you’ll get to flaunt this gnarly scar.”

“I don’t want to flaunt anything,” I reply, still mad at him.

“No? Because you’ve sure been flaunting her around,” he retorts.

Aspen rolls her eyes, but it only makes him snort. He finishes the suturing with a tight knot and cuts off the remaining thread, all while throwing maddening glances that throw me off.

What is his fucking problem?

Why can’t he stop looking at me like that?

And why do I find it so hard to look away too?

“So are you two going to tell me who shot him, or do I have to force it out of you?”

“What? Why?” Aspen mutters.

“Because you came to me for help, and I’m a curious son of a bitch. What else do you want me to say?” He snorts. “I won’t tell anyone, promise.”

“Yeah, well, your promises don’t mean much after you helped Levi,” she says.

He puts his stuff back into his kit and says, “I did that because you didn’t honor our agreement.” He grabs the kit and stands up, tall, menacing, towering over both of us with ease. “I wanted you both. Here.”

I gulp as he steps away to place the kit back in its place.

“Fine. We killed a Bonesman,” I say, hoping it’ll be enough.

But he glances at me over his shoulder with such intrigue on his face that I nearly regret telling him. “ We ?”

His eyes settle on Aspen, who folds her arms as he approaches her.

“You killed someone?” He grabs her chin and inspects her, so she slaps his hand away. “I’m impressed, Freckles.”

“You don’t want to know why?” I ask.

“No. Should I?” he retorts.

“It’s none of his business,” she says.

“You made it my business when you came in here asking for my help.” He folds his arms too, mimicking her. “And I fulfilled my end of this agreement.” The smirk that follows is insufferable. “Now it’s your turn.”

She tilts her head. “Fine. What do you want? Money? My pussy?”

I admit, the thought of her sacrificing herself, her body, to save me is such a fucking turn-on that my bulge just twitched. But she’s been so good to me, and I don’t want to mess up what we have. Not when I was already this close to losing her.

“My father owns several casinos. I have all the money in the world, Freckles … why would I ever desire yours when you have something far more valuable to offer me?” He steps closer to her, taunting her, and the sight makes me lean in to have a closer look.

He curls a strand of her red hair around his finger. “You have something I desire more than anything, something no amount of money could ever buy.”

He wants her. Desperately.

The way she looks up at him has me foaming at the mouth.

Why does it feel so fucking good to watch them do something so very, very wrong?

“What I want is a kiss.”

“A kiss? That’s it?” she mutters, confused.

“That’s it.”

That can’t be it. He wanted her submission last time. Why would he settle for just a kiss?

“Are you going to commit this time? Or are you going to bail out on the agreement again and leave me high and dry?” His eyes narrow. “Because I think you know by now the cost is going to be high.”

She swallows and briefly glances at me. I nod, and she steps closer to him.

“Can you bend over?” she asks. “You’re too tall.”

A lopsided grin forms on his face. “I don’t bend for anyone, Freckles.”

Her nostrils flare. “Fine.” She steps on his toes, but he doesn’t even seem to mind as she stretches her legs and toes to reach him.

“Kiss me like you kiss him,” he whispers.

A brief pause follows. She glances at him, lips pursed as tightly as my pants. And when their mouths collide, I nearly melt into the mattress as deeply as she’s melting into him.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Their mouths collide in the most sinful kiss imaginable. His hand curls around her waist, and he pulls her in closer, smashing his lips onto hers as he moans, and it makes my bulge grow.

Fuck.

Why am I so affected?

I’ve seen her kiss him before, and I know what my kink is. I love seeing her with other people.

This isn’t any different … right?

My fingers dig into my thigh as she plants the sweetest kisses on his lips, just like she does to me, and fuck me, I don’t know if I’m grinding my teeth out of jealousy or out of arousal.

When her lips pull away, the pink hue that stains them is enough to make me gulp.

Good God.

She glances my way, the embarrassment flushing her cheeks red, and she swiftly steps off his toes. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to make a whole spectac—”

“Yes, you did,” Apollo interjects. “That was a good kiss. Don’t you agree, Grey?”

My eyes widen. “What? Why are you asking me?”

“Because I know how much you like to watch …” he muses, tilting his head as his eyes slowly lower to my package. “How much you enjoy seeing her with someone else.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“It’s nothing.” I grab a cushion and throw it on top of my lap.

“He didn’t tell you?” Apollo says. “He likes to watch you fuck other people.”

She narrows her eyes and looks at me. “Wait, what? Is that true?”

“I …” I blush.

“Why else do you think he got so turned on when Levi and I fucked you in the forest?” He chuckles. “That’s his kink, Freckles. He’s a certified cuck.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks.

“Because it’s embarrassing.”

Apollo snorts. “He was there in the locker room with us, hiding in the shower while watching us.”

Oh God.

Her eyes widen. “What?”

“And he was enjoying himself thoroughly,” Apollo adds.

“Is that true?” she asks.

My face heats as I get up, feeling caught in the moment. “I couldn’t help it. I was already there. I didn’t know you two were going to do that, but I couldn’t stop watching either. It was mad. Crazy. Addictive.” I swallow away the lump in my throat.

“You knew all this time I gave myself to him … that’s why you weren’t mad,” she mutters. “You watched me get licked.”

“And throat fucked,” Apollo says, only adding more awkwardness.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be weirded out,” I blurt out. “How could I explain to the love of my life that I enjoy seeing her get railed by someone else?”

Her face turns as red as a beet, but it looks so pretty on her.

I sigh. “I’m sorry.”

She takes it all in for a moment and then sighs. She visibly relaxes and approaches me with a smile. “I’m glad you told me. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I avert my eyes. “If you think I’m disgusting, I understand.”

“No, you’re not. I thought I was the disgusting one because it felt like cheating,” she mutters.

“No, it was fantastic. And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” I repeat.

She silences me with a shush. “We both kept secrets.”

When she leans in to peck me on the lips, my mouth hungers for more, and I cup her face and deepen the kiss. She’s so goddamn perfect. What did I ever do to deserve her?

She’s too sweet, too forgiving for a sinner like me.

I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t have her. I shouldn’t even be near her because I’m dangerously obsessed. Yet I can’t stop kissing her back, completely enraptured by how she accepted me. I can still taste him on her tongue, and for some reason, it makes me even harder.

Fuck.

“My turn,” Apollo says, interrupting us.

Aspen’s lips pull away. “But I already kissed you.”

He nudges her aside and grabs my arm, directing my attention to him instead. He towers over the bed, over me, and I suddenly feel very tiny compared to his bulky size.

“I didn’t say that was the only kiss I wanted. And our deal is only complete when I’m satisfied.”

His eyes narrow mischievously, and I gulp.

“Fuck no, I’m not kissing—”

He grabs my throat, fingers squeezing my veins, as he slams his lips onto mine.

Apollo fucking Torres is kissing me.

A dude is kissing me.

With tongue.

And I’m whimpering into his mouth.

What the fuck?

His kiss is demanding, greedy, completely overpowering, and I’m fucking quaking on my feet, ready to punch him into the next room.

But when his lips and tongue leave mine, that same devious grin spreads on his face, and my dick throbs.

Actually throbs.

And instead of punching the ever-living shit out of him, I grab his face with both hands and kiss him again.