Page 12 of Property of Gray

Somewhere along this blurred line with Willow Woods, I fucking fell in love with her.

A woman I can’t have. A woman I shouldn’t crave. My best friend’s sister.

I should make her hate me, but I can’t bear the thought of it.

Back at the party, some stupid fight breaks out between Creed and some other dude. Willow and the chick they’re fighting over, takes one of the dudes inside. I stay out of it. I’m too keyed up. One wrong word or look, and I’ll be the one throwing punches.

Madz comes to my side. “I can’t tell if the two of you have been fucking or fighting.” She laughs.

“Maybe we were doing both.” I stomp inside the clubhouse and find Willow sitting on the stairs wearing a black tee over her bathing suit. “Where’d you get the shirt?”

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” I go to walk around her.

“Is it going to be like this the whole trip?”

“Like what?”

“You picking fights with me for existing.”

“I don’t pick fights with you.” I know it’s a lie the second I say it.

“I’m going to ride with my brother. I can’t do whatever this is anymore.”

I drop onto the step behind her and yank her head back by one of her braids. She peers up at me. Her eyes full of such sadness. I can’t bear to be the one hurting her. “I’ll be on my best behavior. I promise.”

“I know you think about me.” She tilts her head back up. I want to pull her into my lap, but I can’t. Once I have a taste of her, it will never be enough.

I can’t make her mine.

But fuck me if I don’t want to.

Being this close to her day in and day out is going to be torture.

“Of course I think about you. I’ve been keeping you out of trouble since the day I first laid eyes on you. Little snot-nosed brat who expected nothing less than princess treatment while trying to run with the big boys.” I grin, thinking about how annoyingly adorable she was.

“You know what I'm talking about,” she presses, and my gut tightens.

Madz opened her big, fat cock-sucking mouth.

“Was a slip of the tongue.”

“Liar,” the word leaves her lips. Not an accusation, but the truth.

I know it. She knows it. Madz fucking knows it.

“You know I don’t see you that way.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue, getting hung in my throat.

She turns around on her knees, facing me. She leans between my legs, putting a hand to my crotch, feeling my erection. I slide my palms up the backs of her thighs, stopping right under her bare ass cheeks. It’d be so easy to close the gap between our mouths and kiss her. Just one fucking kiss, but I’m not good enough.

We’re too complicated. Too connected.

“Are you thinking about Madz right now or Kaylene then?” She squeezes my cock over my jeans, the pressure feels a little too damn good with her being so close, smelling too damn good.

“Don’t do that.”

“You know how I feel about you.” A tear slips down her face.