Page 33 of Property of Gray

I leave Dirty to get his party on and go looking for Jessika. She’s hanging out watching Uncle Hoss play poker. Totally not my idea of a good time.

“Come on.” I tag her hand, and we head out back where the real fun is. Dottie is doing tattoos. The keg is flowing. The fire pit is blazing. Music blares from the speakers. There’s chaos and debauchery all around us.

Foolish hands me a drink and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “How are you doin’ tonight, beautiful?”

“Ask me again in an hour.”

He chuckles. “You gonna enter the wet t-shirt contest?”

I glance across the way at Gray. He hasn’t spoken to me all day. Not that I expect him to be up my ass. We’re doing this whole take things slow and private approach. Jessika says he keeps looking my way, but it must be when I’m not paying attention.

Silo announces the contest is starting, and of course all the guys line up with buckets of water to get in on the fun.

‘Pour Some Sugar on Me’,by‘Def Leppard’plays as Madz struts across the stage while water gets splashed at her, soaking her shirt through.

I glance down at my pale pink tank top and at Jessika in her yellow one. “Should we?”

“What?”

“There’s a cash prize.”

“Oh?” Her face lights up.

“Come on.” We make our way to the stage to get in line.

I tell Silo to play ‘Cherry Pie’by‘Warrant’.

I’m not going to flash my tits, but doing this is no different from the guys seeing me in a bathing suit. I have a bra on.

I saunter onto the stage, dancing and flipping my hair, waiting for the water to hit me.

It never comes because Gray storms the stage and flips me over his shoulder.

“Put me down.” I beat on his back as he carries me through the back door and up the stairs. He doesn’t stop until he’s tossing me on the bed in his room here.

“You just gotta piss me off, don’t you?” he’s pulling his cut and shirt off where someone got him with the water.

“I don’t know what the big deal is. It’s not any different from wearing a bathing suit.”

“You think your brothers want to see you up there flashing your goods for the whole fucking club to lust after? You think I want them looking at my woman?”

I smile big. “You called me your woman.”

“Shut up. I’m still pissed at you.” He pulls on a clean t-shirt and lights up a cigarette.

“I’ve never been in here before.” I glance around his room, noting how clean it is.

“You’re the only woman I’ve brought here.”

“I’m the first?”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“So you’ve not had sex with anyone in this bed?”

“No.”

I raise a brow at him and smooth the blanket with my hand.