Grey Anatomy Jackson Avery Novels & Stories

"Sir, I have Mr. Jackson with me.” Derreck nods his head and Jared steps to the side to let him in. Dylan clears his throat before speaking. “Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Gray.” Dylan was no longer fit like he was a year ago. He now had a beer belly, his golden skin was looking flush, and he had visible bags under his eyes. His greenish-grey eyes were dull and lifeless.

Avery bit his bottom lip, fingers tangling in the man’s hair. He didn’t answer. But his hips pressed down in reply. Elias dragged his hands up Avery’s thighs, slow, deliberate. He didn’t unbuckle anything. Didn’t tear clothes off. He just touched. Claimed and Worshipped. And Avery melted into him like silk poured over flame. Meanwhile, in the heart of the city, June Gray sat at the edge of her daughter’s bed, brushing through long brown strands of hair. “Mom,” the girl said with a sigh, “I’m not twelve.”