Page 4 of Make You Love Me

I scoff at him. “Well, we’ve seen my body’s reaction, and I certainly go for the fight in that scenario.”

“Oh, I’ve seen it alright...” he says in a much lower tone as his gaze peruses me from head to toe.

My eyes widen and my breath hitches as an image of him grabbing my rounded hips, pulling our bodies so close together that our limbs interlock, flashes through my head. My body heats at the thought of his beautifully sculpted body dominating all of me. His mouth devouring mine. His hands groping and kneading my soft flesh. His teeth leaving reminders of his ownership, and for some reason, giving up that control to this complete stranger doesn’t seem scary to me. I know it should, considering I don’t have a lot of control over much in my personal life, but with him, it feels… Safe.

Needing to snap the fuck out of my fantasy, I take the joint from him again, only this time our fingers connect, eliciting a buzz that radiates through my hand. Shocked, I let out a small gasp at the strange feeling. My hands won’t cooperate, and I drop the j, letting it fall to our feet.

Batman bends down and picks it up, chuckling softly. “What’s your name, little bunny?”Little?Did he just call me little? I don’t think anyone has ever called me ‘little’ in my entire life.

He steps closer and arranges the joint in his fingers, raising it to my lips to assist me in taking my next hit. My hands get all clammy and my body heats from his close proximity. I brace my hands against his chest to steady myself, unsure of what in the hell is happening to me. I feel his muscles tense up for a moment, then relax under my touch.

“Everyone calls me Lottie,” I say in a shaky breath just as his fingers make contact with my lips. I take another long pull, then lean my head back and away from his hand, letting the smoke slowly drift out of my mouth.

“Mmm,” he says while licking at his lush lips. The desire to pull his plump bottom lip into my mouth is overwhelming.

“That’s a gorgeous fucking name…” His hand gently sweeps the hair off my face and tucks it behind my ear. I practically melt into his touch.

“Wha—what’s yours?” I stammer, unable to recover. Geez,Lottie, get your shit together, girl.

He smiles down at me “Greyson. Well, actually…”

“G, what’s good?” An unknown voice breaks the trance we’ve been in.

We both startle and turn to face the intruder, who is none other than the Joker waltzing up to us with Ashley on his arm.

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Greyson-

This girl has me in a fucking trance. I didn’t even hear my cousin Trent, until he was right here, yelling in my ear.

I noticed her and her little friend putting on a show earlier. I have never been speechless over a chick before, but this girl Lottie… she is something else entirely.

For starters, her body is seriously… fuck man, it’s unbelievable. I have always been one for more curves, but this girl’s curves are like something straight out of my dreams. She is stacked in all the right places and her face… her face is fucking beautiful.

When she was shaking her ass on the dance floor, I had to come outside before I did something stupid. I was about ready to growl at every motherfucker in there and tell them I saw her first. Even if she had no idea who I was. See? Stupid. Hence why I’m outside.

I can’t stop staring at Lottie as her friend asks if she’s okay with her ditching the main party to hang with Trent.

Apparently, she can’t keep her eyes off me either.

The friend stops her conversation and looks at us both before she excitedly says, “Wait! Oh shit. Did we interrupt something here?”

Lottie quickly defends, “No! You know I have a—”

Her friend cuts her off and says, “Well, you two keep eye-fucking each other, so I just assumed.”

Lottie’s face immediately blushes at the comment. I think this girl is more innocent than she appears to be.

She lowers her voice to speak to the other bunny at the same time Trent whispers in my ear. “They are both fuck-hot, man. You good if I head upstairs for a while? Nathan is keeping his eye on things in the house, so you and Stacks are good to do your thing too.”

“Stacks…” I guess I did call her that before I knew her name. It fits her perfectly. Her tits, and damn that ass. I’ve been rocking a semi ever since I saw her in that fucking bunny outfit.

“I don’t think my night will end quite like yours, but I’m good either way,” I say.

Honestly, I just want to get to know her more. Of course, I want my hands all over her. What dude wouldn’t? But there is something about this chick, I can tell. I wouldn’t want to just hit it and quit it.

Fuck, I feel so far off my game just by being this close to her.

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