33
BLAINE
By the time Wednesday rolled around, I’d been jacked and sucked off so many damn times I’d lost count, and not once did darkness stir vomit up my throat.
It was like the floodgates of Grey’s love had been bashed open, and he poured physical expression of his feelings all the f**k over me.
Left my d**k chafed.
Satisfied as f**k in ways I’d never expected to enjoy.
But my heart continued to ache.
Lily had put us off until the weekend because her cousin was having a bout of depression, and I couldn’t stop worrying over my sister.
Higgins, Grey’s PI, continued to monitor the compound with stealthy as f**k drones, letting me know Sarah was alive and well. No appearances of bruising, no limping while walking around holding Quell’s hand in her usual display of servitude made me
