Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,48

lot. In fact, I want to do it again. Though bringing you down wasn’t my intention. Not completely.”

Cort glanced at his crotch. “Trust me, not everything is down.”

Lust blazed in Grey’s steely-gray eyes and his nostrils flared. “I wish I could see it.”

Cort took his hand and placed it over his hard cock. “Feel it.”

Grey cupped his dick, desire still swirling in his gaze. “Feels nice. Really, really nice.”

Holding his breath, Cort closed his eyes. He didn’t know what he was doing with Grey, what they were coming to mean to each other, but what he felt was so strong. Made him feel alive. Grey took his hand away, and Cort instantly missed his touch. He opened his eyes and stared at the gorgeous man in front of him and he wanted him.

Wanted him more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his life.

He took a step back from Grey, taking in his red, puffy lips and the desire in his gray gaze. “I don’t know what this means. Don’t know that I should be kissing you like that, but—”

“There’s something between us,” Grey broke in. “I’d like to explore it more. Maybe take a little time to think about it?”

“Okay. I will.” Cort touched Grey’s cheek. “Thanks for calming me down.”

“Anytime, Cort. Anytime.”

Cort turned and left the apartment. He had a lot to think about.

Chapter 11

Cort stumbled from the family room into the kitchen, scrubbing a hand over his face. He didn’t get nearly enough sleep the night before. Not that he’d really expected to get sleep. Weavers? Pestilents? Magic? Goddesses?

Oh, and then there were the kisses. The perfect, mind-blowing, stop-the-world kisses he’d had with Grey.

Oddly enough, his brain was struggling the most with the kisses. He didn’t know whether he was in denial over the magic or if the thought of kissing Grey was that unbelievable.

How could he be in denial over the magic? He saw it with his own eyes. Lucien could control fire, and the plants followed Clay’s smallest whims. Calder could make the water jump and dance.

And Baer…geez…

Well, the giraffe made so much more sense now.

But Grey. The man had stood there with his head held proudly up and a sad smile on his lips. His loss of eyesight had meant losing touch with his own gift. Cort’s heart ached for Grey. He was part of something so amazing and yet cut off. It had to be killing him inside. He wanted to help him, but teaching him how to live and get around without his sight suddenly didn’t feel like enough.

Coffee. He needed gallons and gallons of coffee before he could turn his brain to this problem and all the others that were now resting on his shoulders.

Last night, he’d crashed on the couch, to everyone’s displeasure. There had been a lot of talk of shuffling around rooms and doubling up so that Cort could be more comfortable. It was clear they were all very uneasy about asking Cort to stay there against his wishes, and Cort couldn’t blame them. After the stories and knowing how Grey had lost his vision, he appreciated their need to keep him safe. And getting through his initial anger, he had to agree. It wasn’t so much worry about his own life, but what if he were enthralled and sent to hurt them? Of anyone, he had the best shot at hurting the Weavers. His stomach clenched. They could make him kill Grey, and he might actually succeed.

No, being hidden away from the pestilents was the best thing for everyone.

In truth, he didn’t mind the couch. Calder had crashed on an air mattress in what was going to be his room. Cort felt better about taking the couch since he’d known he wasn’t going to be getting much sleep. And as couches went, this one wasn’t bad at all. Just a little on the short side.

Sighing, Cort filled the carafe with water and started prepping the machine to make its lifesaving brew. He hadn’t been kidding when he told Grey that he needed coffee to get his brain going in the morning. After pushing the button, he briefly thought about shuffling to the couch to wait for the coffee to fill the pot, but he had a feeling that he’d just fall back to sleep. It was nearly eight now. On a normal day, he would have already been up for an hour.

Last night’s lack of sleep was definitely taking its toll. Leaning against the counter, he placed his