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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my hips again, grinding slow, watching her breath catch. Her legs

the moment she opened her mouth, that bitch is really looking for trouble.

Soon.

I’m going to let Jess watch, so she knows not to get mad every time a girl touches me. I mean, she acts like she doesn’t know who owns me. Who I

only her. Always

it yet I’m addicted with her. Every time I see her, all I ever imagined is to put her on all fours, push

told me we’re having dinner later with her father,” I say, voice low, rough, like it hurts to say

onto her side. Her hair spills over her face, and she shoves it back with a scowl, but then–fuck–she

graze along my

swallow. Keep doing that and I’ll probably just fuck her. Tss. She doesn’t even know what she’s playing with. “I don’t have a

I mutter.

always have a

that talks back and drives me insane and makes me imagine the most depraved shit I’ve ever thought

I say through my teeth.

swallow.

“She touched your arm.”

I want to laugh. I want to fucking

rolling my hips up against hers, just to feel her pulse race. “And you were

beautiful little psycho. She just holds my stare and clenches her jaw like she’s the one barely

mean

never said

Fucking

again, our bodies sliding against the sheets, every inch of her under me like fire under

with that look–furious, embarrassed, hungry–and I swear to the Goddess,

up with

of her mouth. “You don’t even know. You think I don’t want to ruin you every fucking morning you walk around in

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kiss her throat, her collarbone. Drag my tongue across her

be such a bad fucking man for you.

“So, you’re still going?”

to,” I say, low, dragging

“Grayson-”

dragging my mouth back up

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

Her jaw clenches.

dipping, “she

That makes her blink.

“She what?”

Pierce. Logan, if you want

Her whole

Knowing I’d be

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

under me again not to pull away. Just to get a better angle. Her thigh curls around my hip like muscle

voice is a mutter now.

loud, burying my face in her

“You’re jealous. It’s hot.”

“I just don’t like that she calls