Page 11 of Property of Gray

Great. Just what I need. Low in a bikini, flashing her goods for every single man here.

I’m standing at the edge of the lawn where the trees start, watching everyone bust their drunk as a skunk asses on the wet plastic. The sight is comical. I nearly lose it when one of the prospects does a run and go and slides so fucking fast, he rams a shoulder into one of the tubs of beer and lands with his feet in the air.

What the fuck?

“My turn.” Willow saunters past me to get into line wearing a barely covering any-goddamn-thing pink polka dot two-piece. She shakes her hands out at her sides, and that’s when I notice her ass is out, leaving little to the imagination. The thin pink material is smothering between her ass cheeks right where I’d love to bury my tongue.

Everything is jiggling and when she turns to her side to laugh at something the guy next to her says I can see the whole side of her tit. She might as well be naked.

Woods is too busy talking to Murder, the president of the Original Bastards MC, to notice. Their club is thinking of patching into the KOAMC. There’s been rumors of a war brewing between Murder and their national Prez. I’ve only heard bits and pieces.

Some fucker from West Virgina eyes my girl up and down, checking out her fine ass as she twirls one of her braids around her finger.

Is she flirting with this chump?

Not on my watch. I grab Willow by both hips, lifting her out of line before I start a fight to defend her honor. She kicks andsqueals, but no one seems to pay either of us any mind. The sounds of laughter and music carry on behind us as I carry her deeper into the trees.

“What are you playing at?” I growl, holding her tightly against me.

“What are you doing?”

I put her down, backing her up against a tree, putting us in the same position we were in the other night.

“You wanted attention, babe. You’ve got mine. Running around flaunting your assets in front of men you don’t even fuckin’ know.”

She gasps, looking at me as though I’ve smacked her. Tears burn in the creases of her eyes. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

“The fuck you weren’t.” I snarl in her face. “What if I wasn’t nice? What if I was some horny motherfucker looking to tap some fast and easy ass, huh?” I lean in, pulling the front of her bottoms tight against her pussy. I stare down between us, seeing the bare, smooth skin I’ve revealed that’s paler than the rest of her. I wonder if her tits are just as light. If her nipples are pink. If her pussy is getting wet. If she tastes as sweet as I’m imagining.

Fuck me. I can smell her arousal. She might look upset, but my little pipsqueak is turned on.

“It’d be real easy, sweetheart. All I'd have to do is cup a hand over your mouth.” I do it to prove my point. It's not nice. It's rough but necessary. I press my weight into her and move my hips against her, dry-humping the fuck out of her. A delicious friction rubs against my aching cock. One I have to put a stop to. “One minute is all it’d take for someone stronger than you to shove their dick in you and take what they want. Then what?”

“Men ruin everything. I was just having fun.”

“Yeah. Would have been real fun if some asshole got you out here all alone.”

She shoves at my chest. “You mean like right now?” She peers up at me with them long lashes and Bambi eyes.

She’s so damn pretty it hurts to breathe. Her deep rose-colored lips pout at me. I just want to kiss them. Taste them. Feel her skin against mine. Fuck me. She’s too damn tempting. Looking at me with those bedroom eyes that beg to be owned.

I breathe in her scent, deep, trying to get a grip on my temper and my desire before I do something I’ll regret. “You drive me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?”

“Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual.”

“What am I to do about you, Low?”I can’t stop thinking about you.I don’t dare tell her how I feel.

I close my eyes and shake my head. I’m so close to losing control and dropping to my knees to eat her pussy right here.

“What do you want from me, Gray?” she whispers, her warm cocktail-tainted breath fans over my lips. Inviting. Alluring. Sexy.

There’s only so much a man can take. How am I going to survive days of riding with her tits smashed against my back? Her arms wrapped around me. I never should have volunteered for her to ride with me, but if it’s not me, who?

“Sometimes I wish…” A branch snaps. Some drunk asshole stumbles into the weeds to take a piss. “Forget it. Go back to the party.”

“Sometimes I hate you, Braxton Gray.” She storms off, and I drop my forehead to the tree.

I wish she meant that. Then maybe I could hate her, too. But I can’t.