Give Me Grace(174)

“You can tell me later. Or show me even,” I mumbled under my breath.

Casey must have heard me because he groaned and reached down to adjust himself in his pants. “Later,” he vowed. “Right now we need to talk about your move to Sydney.”

“What about it?” I asked, finding my way underneath his shirt. My happy hands encountered warm, hard abs and began their trek downwards. “I want you here in the loft. With me,” he clarified, the back of his head tipping back and hitting the wall when I took his growing erection in my palm.

“Really?” I asked, suddenly breathless and ready to leap on board with the idea. Then I remembered his roommate and I tamped down on the eagerness. “What about Coby? He might not like the idea of me moving in with you. You should ask him first.”

Casey paused, panting lightly as my hands stroked over him. “You’re right.” He opened the bedroom door a fraction and shouted for Coby.

“Oh my God.” I whipped my hands out of Casey’s pants, flushing when Coby slipped inside, giving us both a knowing look. He shut the door behind him and looked at the both of us expectantly. “What’s up?”

“You cool with Grace moving in with us?”

Coby looked at me. “You got lots of hot friends?”

I knew quite a few girls from my modelling years that were based in Sydney. A handful of them were really nice. I shrugged. “Yes.”

Coby looked at Casey and nodded once. “Okay.”

Then he turned to leave until Casey said to his retreating back, “You’re next.”

Coby turned, confused for a moment before his eyes suddenly cleared and he paled, making me wonder what Casey meant. “Mate.” He shook his head, holding up his hands as though telling Casey to back off. “Don’t even.”

Casey began to laugh as Coby left, shutting the door behind him.

“That seemed too easy. What did you mean by ‘you’re next?’”

A smile tugged at the corners of Casey’s lips and I sensed a private joke. “Nothing, Slim. I’m just looking forward to waking up every morning with you beside me. I never realised how much I wanted it until I almost lost you.”

“It’s not going to be easy for us,” I warned, knowing that a difficult road still lay ahead.

His lips brushed mine. “Nothing worthwhile ever is.”





Three months later…

I stood at the front door of my brother’s building, staring at the intercom. I wasn’t sure why the hell I was there. Well I knew, because Casey and Grace had invited me to some party for something. I couldn’t remember what. Something about Jamieson returning from tour. I just didn’t know why I’d decided to show up. I must have been shitfaced to agree to this. And not only that, I brought a friend with me like I was some kind of whiny chick that needed support.

“Stop staring at it like it’s going to bite your fuckin’ face off and press the damn thing.”

I glared at my best mate of ten years and fellow Sentinel brother. “Shut up, Fox.”

“Pussy.” Fox shifted the six-pack of beer under his arm with impatience and went to press the buzzer.

“Don’t call me a pussy,” I snapped. Shoving his arm away, I jabbed hard on the button, almost breaking the damn thing in the process.

My mood could almost be described as joyful when no one answered. I must have got the day wrong or the party was over. Either way, I was outta there. I turned.

“Wait.” Fox grabbed my arm and pressed it again.

I shrugged out of his hold and started walking off.

“Hello?”

Goddammit. That was Grace’s voice. The sound of a party in progress in the background was unmistakeable. I turned and sighed, feeling the urge to kick something. Fox raised his brows at me, making him the closest target.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t been here before. I had. Five times. Three of those were to see Grace. Not just because she was sexy and fun to tease, but because she was sick. I hated seeing her that way. It made me feel about as useful as tits on a bull. Two of those times, Casey had been there. And it had been tense. Ten years didn’t automatically make him my brother again. Anyone who said blood was thicker than water had never been a biker. The Sentinels were my family, my brothers, and I didn’t need Casey anymore.

Too bad Grace kept trying to rectify that. Somehow saying no to her was impossible and I couldn’t work out why.

I stalked back and held down the damn button. “Yeah, it’s us,” I growled.

“Kelly?” Grace sounded surprised.

It was weird hearing her use my real name. Most called me Shade. It was the name my biker brothers gave me because they said only a soulless bastard shot his own father. I didn’t have to like it but I couldn’t argue that it didn’t fit.