Page 30 of Pucking Grey

I start laughing when he keeps a straight face.

“What?” he asks. “What’s so funny?”

“This is a joke, right?”

He shakes his head. I take a step closer to him, tilting my head up. “I bet you can’t keep it in your pants for a month.”

He smiles. “You really don’t think I can do it?”

I smile back. “I don’t believe you could for even a weekend.”

He grabs my arm. “I’ll make you a deal.” His fingertips slide up my arm, tickling me into goosebumps. “I keep it in my pants for a whole month, but you have to live with me.”

I laugh in his face. “What kind of deal is that? It sounds like torture.”

“Really? You’re living with Nixon. You have Foster up your ass. And Matt? He’s going to lose his mind if you’re living with me.”

“My brother,” I state. “Is going have your head.”

“I will take care of that.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder. “What do you say? Do we have a deal?”

“Nice try, Grey. I’m not moving in with you.”

He leans forward and whispers, “Then I fuck whoever I want.”

I glance down at his lips because his eyes are too intense with those kinds of words spewing out. “I’ll play you for it. Whoever wins gets their way,” I offer.

“Play?”

I nod innocently. “Best out of three. You’re not the only one who can play hockey.”

His smile widens, showing me a dimple I didn’t know existed. It’s very subtle at the top of his cheek. When his smile isn’t so big, I notice it disappearing.

“Deal.” He turns my shoulders to make me look in the mirror. He leans down into my ear, giving me a ticklish sensation. “You’re going to move in with me tonight.”

I turn my head to look at him. Our noses are touching. He licks his lips, and I feel his breath on mine. We’re in sync, and if I was a fool, I would lean in. I would indulge in this feeling deep in my gut. My body is screaming at me to lean in. I wish I had the balls, but my sober pride is simmering. “You’re going to be so disappointed.”

His eyes flick to the mirror as he says, “I have the auditorium keys to get in later tonight. When you’re done having fun with your brother, text me.”

He grips my waist to hold me in place as he moves behind me. That touch is searing through my skin, imprinted by his large hand. Now my body is cold where he once was. He walks out of the bathroom, locking the door on his way out. The butterflies rummaging in my stomach require another drink. I finish off what I have with me and then leave the bathroom.

When I walk back into the party, Ryan finds me and immediately says, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I need to leave. I have an early morning tomorrow. You’re good with Syd?”

I nod, noticing Grey across the room. “Yes,” I grab Ryan’s shoulder. “I’m always good. Drive safe.”

He hands me the drink he made but didn’t finish. I hug him and then he leaves. I find Sydney. She’s with Crystal, Kara, and Tori. The usual group. They’re all laughing as I walk over.

Kara has the green eyes that we all gush over. She’s covering her mouth from laughing so hard. When Sydney finds me, she uses me to lean on.

Crystal puts an arm around me and whispers, “9 o’clock. Michelle is making out with another guy.”

My eyes dart in the 9 o’clock direction, desperate to see if this is true. There’s a woman dressed in black with some guy’s hands all over her ass. Those hands are not Matt’s. So, my eyes do more searching. His backup plan is backfiring. This might’ve been how he felt when he saw Grey making out with Poppy. I’m excited that he gets what he deserves.

I whisper back to Crystal. “Why are the girls laughing?”

“Wait for her to bend over.”

She doesn’t have to finish her sentence because I see it. I see the red stain at her crotch. I cover my mouth, giggling.

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