Page 60 of Tormented Kings
“Grayson,” I growl, not in the mood for word games.
“A few years ago, when I found out that the chapel meant a lot to you, I may have had some cameras installed. Only because I wanted to make sure no asshole students were coming in and destroying the place.”
“Cameras?” I narrow my eyes. “So you were watching us through a camera?”
“Yes. Not there, but at my house.”
My eyes widen. “You were sitting at home, watching me fuck Preston from a security camera you had installed in the chapel?” I whisper harshly.
“Does that bother you?” he asks, eyes searching mine.
Does it? The thought of him at home while watching Preston and me like that.
It should bother me; any rational person would be bothered by the fact that someone was watching them have sex without their knowledge or consent. Yet, the idea has a flush of heat rushing through me as my nipples harden.
Grayson chuckles low and husky. “Does the idea of me watching you get fucked turn you on, Pretty Girl?”
My lips part, breathes coming in low, quick pants. “Yes.” A blush creeps onto my cheek as I bite my lower lip.
He grins, his lips so close to mine I want to lean in and kiss him. But I can’t, not with our parents here.
“Hmmhhmm,” he hums. “I’ll remember that.”
I’m fucked. I’m so fucked. If it was anyone else other than one of my guys who did that, I’d be boiling mad. But he said the reason he had the camera up in the first place was because he wanted to protect a place that meant something to me.
“I called and told Collin,” I admit. “That Preston and I... you know.”
“Fucked like animals.” He grins.
“Grayson!” I hiss, slapping his arm, but he only laughs.
“And why did you feel the need to fill him in on that?”
“Because I thought I was cheating,” I whisper, looking away from him.
“What?” All humor drains from him. “Pretty Girl, you didn’t cheat.”
“He said that too,” I sigh, looking back up at him with watery eyes. “But how is it not cheating?”
“Because Preston is a part of our little band of merry men,” he chuckles. “He’s just a little slow in the head.” He winks. “He’s gonna catch up sooner or later, and if he doesn’t, well... then he‘s stupid.”
“He’s not stupid.” I narrow my eyes. “He’s hurting. He has a monster for a father who uses him as a fucking punching bag.”
Grayson’s grin falls, anger taking over his features. “Again?” he growls.
“Yeah.”
“Fuck. We really need to get rid of that fucking bastard.”
The sooner, the better.
“Thankfully, everything damaged can be replaced. Nothing important is ruined,” Mom says, stepping back into the room.
I move away from Grayson so fast that I almost give myself whiplash. I can see Grayson’s frown of disapproval. I feel bad because I don’t want to force myself away from him, but if we’re going to date, our parents can not know.
“That's good.” I smile at her. “It didn’t make it to my room.”
“Thank goodness,” she sighs. “And my room is pretty much empty anyway. So it’s just the couch, and honestly, I don’t think it would be a bad idea to get it replaced anyway.