Page 57 of Alpha Gray

“Looked like he wanted to be more than friends,” he grumbles.

I sigh, shaking my head as I recline against the wall, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I’m just keepin’ it casual, babe,” I cluck, the corner of my mouth tipping up into a smirk.

Gray glares at me, closing the distance between us. He slides one hand around my waist and brings the other to the nape of my neck, pulling my body into his with such force that I’m dizzy. His face hovers inches from mine but he just stares into my eyes, drawing ragged breaths.

“Let’s get outta here, go back to my place,” he murmurs. His voice sounds strained, but his suggestion sends a flood of heat straight to my core.

“I… I can’t,” I breathe, reaching up to cup his jaw with my hand, his stubble scratchy against my palm.

Gray’s hand on my waist starts roaming downwards, cupping the cheek of my ass roughly. “Why not?” he growls as he moves his hand down my thigh, snaking it under the fabric of my dress and back up to squeeze my bare ass.

His touch is electric, sending shivers up and down my spine. “I… have to stay with my friends,” I pant. “It’s Vienna’s last night.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs. Then, without warning, he crushes his lips against mine. I devour his kiss, twining my tongue with his and wrapping my arms around his neck. He moves his other hand to my ass, cruising up under the hem of my dress so he can caress both cheeks with his skillful hands as my pussy starts pulsing in anticipation.

Suddenly, Gray stops, pulling away from the kiss. “You’re not wearing anything under this dress, are you baby?” he grumbles.

I bite my lip, smiling coyly and giving a little shake of my head.

“Fuck,” he groans, sliding his hands out from under the back of my dress. Slowly, he runs them up the front of my thighs, to my hips, to my breasts, to my shoulders. He cups my face with both hands, staring down into my eyes. “How the hell can I let you go back in there now that I know that?” he asks, his voice gravelly.

Before I can answer, Gray stamps his mouth down over mine again, kissing me greedily, hungrily. A little whine escapes me as I feel his velvet tongue stroking against mine, conveying the urgency behind the kiss. There’s nothing more I want right now than to leave with him- I’m practically helpless with need as I savor his delicious mouth.

No. Ican’tdo this to Vienna. It’s her last night, and I’d be a horrible friend if I abandoned her and left with Gray right now.

Begrudgingly, I pull away, pushing at his chest with my palms. It takes me a second to catch my breath, and Gray’s just staring down at me like I’m his prey.

“I have to go back to my friends.”

“Fuck, Fallon,” he growls, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I want you so fucking bad. I need you…”

His voice is still raspy, desperation behind his tone. He’s not alone in that feeling- my body is practically on fire right now and Gray’s the only one who can put it out. Still, I have to be sensible, prioritize my friends over my own selfish impulses.

“Then you can wait an hour or two,” I say, trailing my fingers up his bicep along the dips and curves of his muscles.

He takes a step back, like my touch pains him, scrubbing his hand over his face again. “Fine,” he sighs. “But no more dancing with that guy, or I’ll be forced to carry you out of there and straight to my bed.”

His threat only turns me on more, if that’s even possible. My pussy weeps with arousal.

I step toward him and stroke a hand down his chest, toying with the waistband of his jeans. “Yes,sir,” I whisper.

He throws an arm around my waist and yanks me closer, his lips crashing down on mine again. When he pulls away, his eyes are clouded with lust. “One hour,” he says, spinning me around to face the door and delivering a little swat to my ass.

I dart him a sultry little glance over my shoulder as I pull the door open to go back in the bar, and I can’t keep from grinning from ear to ear as I walk in.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Fallon

“What was that all about?” Boyd asks as I approach our little group. They must have decided to take a break from dancing, because they’re circled up at the bar, sipping on cocktails. Boyd has an arm slung around Vienna’s shoulders like he’s staking a claim. It’s about time those two took their shameless flirting to the next level.

I pause for a moment, trying to think quickly on my feet. “Oh, he had some more questions about that rogue that attacked me,” I say coolly, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “They’re still trying to identify who he was.”

Boyd seems satisfied with my answer, because he just nods and takes another sip of his drink. Vienna’s got a smug little smile on her face, though- she knows about the little fling I’ve been having with Gray, but she doesn’t give me up. I knew I could trust that girl.

“Where’s Brooke?” I ask, glancing around. Casey and Davis are also posted up by the bar, but I now realize that Brooke, Connor, and Shay are nowhere to be seen.

“Still dancing,” Vienna replies, flicking a glance toward the crowded dance floor. It takes me a second, but I spot my sister in the crowd, dancing with…Connor?!

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