His Trouble Maker

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

GRAYSON

“Yes. I try to knock but it seems like your parents are asleep.”

I’m going to hell for lying.

She squints at me. Suspicious. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Then why are you still standing here talking to me?”

She huffs.

Rolls those big, furious eyes like she isn’t five seconds away from either punching me or letting me back her into that fucking wall. “You’re a fucking creep, Grayson.”

“And you came outside to talk to me,” I remind her, sharp, low, loving every goddamn second of this. “Barefoot. In your sleep shirt. No bra.”

Her face twists – mortified – because she knows I noticed.

Of course I fucking noticed. I notice everything when it comes to her.

“Fuck off, Grayson.”

“What’s wrong, Jess?” My voice drops, low enough to scrape. Low enough to crawl down her spine. “Thought you didn’t care if I looked.”

Her bare feet shift back. One step. Then another. Instinct. Survival. Stupid. Because there’s nowhere to run. It’s me. It’s always going to be me.

“I didn’t come out here for you,” she snaps, arms clutched tight like that’s gonna save her.” I–I thought I heard something!”

“Sure,” I hum, slow, dangerous. “Keep lying to yourself Jess.”

She glares up at me, fiery and furious and everything I want to ruin. “I told you you’ll never have me.”

fucking went still. Is she serious right now?

“Say that shit again, Jess.” My voice drops, low, sharp, shaking with control I don’t have right now. “I fucking dare you.”

She opens her mouth hesitates thinks she’s smart.

“You suck, Grayson.”

–

what you’ve got left in that

scowls harder. “Get

dark, rough, not nice

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her back until her spine hits rough bark. “Baby, you’re standing in my

world.”

catch her wrist before

away.

hitting that tree hard enough to shove the

“Grayson-”

“You hate me Jess?” My thumb brushes against the side of her breast and

low. ” I think you

She snarls. “You’re delusional.”

I want to fuck

I press in

fucking hard I am for her. “Feels pretty real from

parting as I watch her expression twist – furious, wrecked, so fucking fuckable

hand dragging up her waist – rough, slow–until I’m brushing the underside of her breast again. “Say it slower, baby.

my chest. “Get off

ear. “If I get off, Jess…” I rock,my hips against her harder, filthy – “you’re gonna feel it

gasps. “You’re

neck.

Me. Go.” She bites out every word like it

– grind against her ass again, slower this time–like I could fuck her

dark, filthy. “So you can lay awake tonight with your thighs pressed tight, thinking about

jerks. Nailed it.

“That’s the plan.”

over her stomach flat, rough–trailing lower. One

owning what’s mine.

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side of her neck. “But say it while I’ve got my hand checking

She squirms. “Grayson–”

“Open your legs baby.”

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