9
Conrav
“f**k, Rav. Why do you do that?” Grigg’s mouth thinned into a fine line and he refused to look at me. I’d never seen Grigg look embarrassed, not in all the years I’d known him.
I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder, hard. I squeezed when he tried to shrug me off. This was something we had to talk about. If our mating with Amanda was going to work, we needed to work this out. “Look, I don’t mind. I don’t want to f**k you, Grigg, but if allowing you to be a bossy asshole in bed gets Amanda that hot and bothered every time we’re together, I am yours to command. She was so f*****g wet, so desperate for us, I couldn’t think. She loved it.”
“I know.”
“And the rest of it?”
He looked at me now, and I knew he’d already buried the rest of his emotions so deep I’d have to force
