Page 18 of Pucking Grey

She freezes, inhaling. Her body language shifts, and I know my words have made her uncomfortable. I don’t stop because if words can turn her on, why the hell would I stop?

“You want me to kiss you, huh? Like I do all the other girls?”

She says, “You’ve never called me Maddie before.”

“And you don’t call me Grey.”

She smiles, trying to hide it. “I’m not like those other girls.”

“Bull shit. That’s what they all they say.”

She shrugs like she can admit that was cliché of her.

“And if you kiss me, won’t you be?” I smile because of what I just did there. Her body language changes again, and this time I know I’ve offended her.

“That’s beside the point.”

I tilt my head back and say, “Aw, this is why you chose me and not Nixon.”

“No,” she says. “I chose you because Matt hates you. He would respect Crew. They’re friends. There would be no jealousy.”

I chuckle. “You’re little domestic thing, going shopping with Nixon. It was enough to make Matt jealous.”

“Well, I’ve recruited you, Grey,” she says, and I smile when she shortens my name. “You’re already in this.”

I mention, “What do you think Matt is thinking right now that we’re in your room together?”

She smiles. “Probably that I’m your puck bunny.”

I laugh. “Is that right?”

“You’re coming to the party, right?” she asks. When she sees my reluctant expression, she jumps to her feet. “You have to come, Grey. Please.”

She’s begging like I don’t go to those things at my free will.

“That’s cute,” I nod. “That’s real cute, bunny.”

“Don’t call me that,” she scoffs.

“Why not?” My eyes look into hers.

She starts stuttering as I smirk. There’s a faint call of her name in the distance. It’s probably Crew.

“I think the game is back. Let’s go.”

I follow her out the door, checking out her ass as she walks. They look good in those jeans. She sits in the spot that I was sitting in, but I’m ready to get the hell out of here.

“Ace,” I holler. “Knox.”

They both look over at me as I nod my head towards the exit. They both stand up and leave with me to the party.

Ace takes the front seat. “Fuck, I could’ve watched the game. But you boys ready to get fucked up?” He pulls out a bottle of rum and takes a swig. He passes it to Knox in the back seat.

Knox holds up the bottle and says, “To the Seven Devils. They’re gonna win tonight.”

I glance at him in the mirror as he chugs the bottle. “Slow the fuck down, Knox,” I scold. “We have the whole night. Fucking pace yourself.”

“Says the guy who hogs it all.”

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