Robbie’s POV
I kept on wondering why would he keep on doing these things. He should be hating me, I’ve done everything that should make him hated me.
“Why?” I asked him quietly while stroking his short strands.
I left him in my room sleeping, while I decided to make a batch of coffee and waited for Grant. I had told him about what happened and he said that was coming right over.
My house was a five minutes walking distance from the packhouse, and he was knocking at my door at the expected time.
“Come in Grant,” I said, letting him in and told him to sit while pouring him a cup of coffee.
“You know it’s going to happen sooner or later. He’s a very strong-willed guy.” Grant started to talk before he even put his ass on the couch.
“Yes, I’ve realized that now. What do you think I’m trying to do with Rain? I was hoping I could push him away. I don’t want to disappoint him, Grant. You know my path and my journey ahead won’t be easy.”
“Look, I’m not saying that you should mate him. And I know you’ve been through a lot, but so have Grey.” He said, looking at me, trying to make a point.
“I know, but…” I was trying to argue my thoughts to his, but then Grant cut me off.
“You know they say a person who jokes and entertained people a lot, is the one person who knows the real meaning of sadness. That they’re doing so, not wanting people to feel what they’ve experienced.”
Sitting back in my chair I let out a sigh knowing that Grant was right. Grey has always been the clown of the pack, the acted like he never cared for anything. But I obviously know that he was exactly the opposite.
Grey has always been a very kind man and a cheerful one, even Rain mentioned that he admires Grey for his views on life. But he didn’t know the real Grey. And why I was trying to stay away from him.
I don’t want to disappoint him.
“He’s been very kind to me, and I’m not sure I deserve him… you guys…”
“Robbie, stop. I know where you’re heading. We’ve discussed this already. Look, Grey always sees the best in all of us. That’s his strength and also his weakness. And that man can be very stubborn…”
I was about to interrupt when he raised his hand telling me to let him finish his words.
“Just take care of him and see where both of you are going to take this thing. It’s been years, don’t you think it’s time for you guys to start over? A blank page.”
“We’ll see…”
Grant’s words kept on playing in my mind over and over again.
I was welcoming Grey in my arms as he took his place to my side. His sleepy face was calmly resting on my naked chest. Just like he always does when we were younger, when there were no restrictions to our love.
I do Grey… I still love you… after all this time.
Kissing his hair, I pulled him in closer and smile hearing his cute little snores as he drifted peacefully in his sleep.
It was a couple of hours later when he started to move in his sleep. I didn’t expect that he still had his night terrors. But there he was years later, squirming and moving restlessly in his sleep.
I leave him to get a glass of water, knowing that it would help him sleep better. My heart was hurting for him, knowing his deceased father still affected him.
“Grey wake up, come on… drink some water…”
“Robbie?” his voice was croaked and raspy, obviously surprised seeing me there with him.
“Yes, it’s me…” I said, carefully helping him to sit and drink the water.
“I’ve missed you, us… this…” he said giving me back the glass.
“Ssshh… I know… and I’m sorry… for everything… I should’ve been there, I shouldn’t let him hurt you. I was such a coward.”
My guilt has been there all along, and that night the wall finally cracked.
“I shouldn’t have done what I’ve done, you deserve someone better…”
“But I wanted you, always you.” Grey took my face and lower me down to kiss him.
I was trying to resist him, but my heart was breaking for him. After all this time, I was still making him relive that forsaken night. The night where I left him to be abused by his own father. And years later, he was still wanting me.
Kissing him felt like coming home, his soft yet strong lips touch mine and I instantly wanted him. There hasn’t been anyone who could burn my desire in seconds. No one except him.
“I love you, please come back to me…”
“Grey…” I was moaning his name in seconds.
“You need to rest…”
“Say it, come back to me…” Grey backed down from our kiss and looked deep into my eyes, waiting for my answer.
“I’m… you deserve better, I’ve hurt you… too many times already.” I caressed his manly jaw and his plump lips.
He looked disappointed, then dropped his arm back to his side.
Grey got up from my bed, a bit wobbly from the loss of blood. But Amos was the best healer, and Grey was on his way to self-recovery in no time.
“Grey…”
“What?! I need to take a piss. Do you want to hold my dick for me? I’m better, I can walk.”
He was frustrated. As he should be. Then, he was back from the bathroom minutes later.
“I’m getting back to my place.”
“Just stay here, I’ll take care of you.”
“You don’t have to, I’m not yours to take care of.” He said full of spite, while he was looking for his shirt.
“I put your shirt in the washer, it was covered in your blood,” I said walking towards him, then stop inches from him.
“Stay…” I know I shouldn’t but I pull his body to mine and kissed him slowly. Carefully trying to avoid his wound, but then he groaned and put his hand on my neck pushed my body to the wall.
“I’ll be… needing… more convincing.” He said in between our heated kisses. His naked chest was hot against my own when he quickly discarded my shirt, and his hands sexily roamed my body.
“This… is… not how… oh fuck it!”
I finally gave up resisting him, I was wanting him as bad maybe even more than he did. I could feel his smile in my kisses when I directed both of us back to my bed.
“You should be resting.”
“I should.”
“But you won’t….”
“I won’t, I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.”
“Grey…”
“Shut up and keep on kissing me…”
We were making out like teenagers until we were both breathless and finally pulled back for a breather.
This is not how it’s supposed to be…
I really need to think things through.