"Tyler," Gracie chastises me again and I look at her, instantly letting my glare subside and my hand drop back to my side. She watches me smile as it slaps my thigh.
Cody uses my distracted state to slip past me, running towards the front door. I hear it shut with a slam a few seconds later.
"Jesus, Tyler. You didn't have to be such an alpha male. Cody's not a bad guy." I watch Gracie use the thin black elastic around her wrist to tie her hair back. She huffs with an unmistakable sense of annoyance.
"You still haven't told me why he was here," I state bluntly, ignoring her attempt at a scolding. Telling me not to go all "alpha male" on a guy who just saw half of my girlfriend's ass cheeks, while doing something that made her laugh that fucking laugh is like telling a dog not to piss on a tree. It’s a waste of time.
She rolls her eyes, cocking her head. "What is it to you, anyway?"
She's poking the bear, begging for him to come out and play. The brief dilation of her pupils when I grind my teeth confirms my suspicion. She wants to see how jealous I can really get—how far she can push me. This is payback for Jessica and she loves the control she has over me far too much.
I force myself to clear all signs of emotion from my face and stare at her blankly, forcing a yawn. "He's a little bit of a downgrade, is all. I expected better from you, Gray."
She doesn't buy my words at all. Instead, they make her eyes light up like this is the most fun she’s had in a long time. She sends me a coy smile that lets me know how royally fucked I am.
"Really? So it wouldn't bother you if I said we spent the night together? That I only put these clothes on before I answered the door?"
I clench my jaw until it hurts but keep my lips pressed firmly in a straight line.
"You wouldn't care that I was screaming someone else's n—"
I have her shoved back against the living room wall before she can finish her sentence. My lip curls and my nostrils flaring as I lean into her, letting my heavy breath blow across her pink skin. She's boxed in between my arms, chest pressed flush against mine as it rises and falls quickly. Her eyelashes flutter while she watches me, waiting for my next move.
"Is this what you wanted?" I grumble the question against her lips and she shivers against me. I can feel her nipples pucker through her shirt when they rub against the silk fabric of mine. "Did you want me to lose control? To fuck the attitude out of you?" I grind my aching cock between her legs and her soft sounds of encouragement play in my ears like the most beautiful symphony.
She doesn’t answer my questions so I reach down and cup the heat between her legs. I use my middle finger to follow the seam of her thin pyjama shorts and bite my bottom lip hard enough I draw blood when I feel how slick they are with her arousal.
Holy fuck.
"Oh," she coo's, mouth open against my shirt.
"Who made you this wet, baby? Because I know it wasn't him."
Her eyes close as she leans her forehead against my shoulder, panting with desire. I pull the shorts to the side and expose her pussy to the cool air before I rub my palm across the smooth skin. I groan when my index finger nearly slips between her folds.
"Tell me, Gracie. Who made you this fucking wet?"
I still my movements, keeping my middle finger just inches above where I know she wants it. She pushes against my hand, attempting to create some friction. "You! Fuck, Ty. Please."
I grin into her cheek and nip at her earlobe. "Please, what?" I move my finger along the outside of her slit before I stop again, this time with her clit pressed beneath it. She whimpers and clutches at my shirt, bundling it up in a tight fist and pulling until I wonder if she'll actually rip it open. She does, and the buttons go flying around us, scattering around the apartment.
"Touch me. Please just touch me."