His Trouble Maker

Chapter 38

GRAYSON

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“Baby?”

“Did she just fucking call you baby?”

“In front of me ah! Grayson…”

There she shut up. My baby looks so fucking beautiful with madness on her face.

Hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips parted like she’s about to cuss me out again and I swear to the moon, nothing turns me on more than the way she glares at me like she wants to kill me and kiss me in the same breath.

I’ve got her pinned under me, her wrists caught in one hand above her head. My thigh’s between hers, spreading her wide.

“Ignore her,” I mutter, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, not quite letting our lips meet. “She means nothing. You know that.”

Jess jerks her head back, nostrils flaring. “Why did she want to talk with you anyway? And why are you letting her touch you like that?”

I smirk – fuck, I can’t help it. She’s so hot when she’s spitting fire. “Are you jealous?”

Her eyes flash. I roll my hips down slow, just enough to press my hard–on against her soaked panties. She gasps and fuck, that sound could

end me.

“I am not,” she snaps.

She says she’s not jealous.

Cute.

I laugh, low and rough, right against her jaw. “Sure, baby. Keep lying to yourself.”

She tries to buck me off. Dumb move. My thigh just presses harder between hers and I feel it – that slick heat against my leg that says she’s full of shit. She’s wet. Furious. Gorgeous. And mine.

“Get off me, asshole,” she growls, struggling in my grip. “Go entertain your little Luna.”

Luna.

Fucking hell.

I groan, dropping my head to the crook of her neck, breathing her in. Her jealousy will be the death of me. If she only knew what it does to me. If she only knew I’d let her cut my throat open if it meant she’d keep looking at me like that – like she owns me and hates it.

“She touched your arm,” she accuses, biting each word out like poison. “And you let her. You fucking let her.”

“So?” I mutter, dragging my lips across her neck, biting just enough to feel her jerk. “What, you want to mark me up yourself? Put your mouth where hers was?”

Her eyes flare.

Fuck.

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her breath catch. Her legs twitch around mine – fighting it.

bitch is really looking for trouble. I know what we’d deta

Soon.

not to get mad every time a girl touches me. I mean, she acts like she doesn’t know who owns me. Who I crawl for. Who I fucking kneel for every

her.

imagined is to put her on all fours,

eyes tracking the movement. Perv. “She told me we’re having dinner later with her father,” I say, voice low,

face, and she shoves it back

my ribs. “And you’re

fuck her. Tss. She doesn’t even know what she’s playing with.

I mutter.

have a

and drives me insane and makes me imagine the most depraved

I say through my teeth.

watch her swallow. Her throat moves.

“She touched your arm.”

to laugh. I want to fucking

touched my arm,” I echo, rolling my hips up against hers, just to feel her pulse race. “And

holds my stare and

better mean you’re

never said I

my cheek. Fucking hell. That answer shouldn’t make

the sheets, every inch of her under me like fire under

hungry–and I swear to the Goddess, if she breathes w cock buried

end up

you, Jess.” I whisper it as I kiss the corner of her mouth. “You don’t even know. You think I don’t want to ruin you every fucking morning you walk around in those tiny shorts, acting like

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her throat, her collarbone. Drag my

a bad fucking man for you. You’d

“So, you’re still going?”

I say, low, dragging my hand up

“Grayson-”

groan, dragging my mouth back up

notice,” I mutter. “Aria’s dad will take it as disrespect.

Her jaw clenches.

add, voice dipping,

That makes her blink.

“She what?”

want to drag his

it hit her. Her whole

invited me? Knowing I’d be with

not subtle. She thinks she’s playing chess, but

to get a better angle. Her

now. “If

and loud, burying my face

“You’re jealous. It’s hot.”

jealous,” she says, very obviously lying. “I just don’t