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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again, grinding slow, watching her breath catch. Her legs twitch around mine – fighting

should’ve told Arla to fuck off the moment she opened her mouth, that bitch is really looking for trouble. I know what we’d deta

Soon.

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 crawl for. Who I fucking kneel for every goddamn time she so much as breathes too

only her. Always

addicted with her. Every time I see her, all I ever imagined is to put her on all fours, push her face into the pillow, and fuck her so deep she’ll get

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

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

fingers graze along my

fuck her. Tss. She doesn’t even know what she’s playing with. “I don’t have a

I mutter.

always have a

drives me insane and makes me imagine the most

her, Jess,” I say through my teeth. “I don’t

watch her swallow. Her throat

“She touched your arm.”

to laugh. I want to

hips up against hers, just to

deny it. She doesn’t even flinch. My beautiful little psycho. She just holds my stare and clenches her jaw

better mean you’re

said

cheek. Fucking hell. That answer shouldn’t

pinning her again, our bodies sliding against the sheets, every inch of her under

at me with that look–furious, embarrassed, hungry–and I swear to the Goddess, if she breathes w

up with

the corner of her mouth. “You don’t even know. You think I don’t want to ruin you every

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her throat, her collarbone. Drag my tongue across

for you. You’d hate how

“So, you’re still going?”

say, low,

“Grayson-”

groan, dragging my mouth back up to hers, barely

mutter. “Aria’s dad will take it as disrespect.

Her jaw clenches.

voice dipping, “she invited

That makes her blink.

“She what?”

you want

Her

invited me? Knowing

her nose. “Aria’s not subtle. She thinks she’s playing

pull away. Just to get a better angle. Her

mutter now.

burying

“You’re jealous. It’s hot.”

obviously lying. “I just don’t like