“Grab my waist,” she demands.
I lean down and whisper, “Being this close to you is enough to piss him off.”
“Greyson,” she says deeper into my ear. Fuck, I need to control myself. “I need your hands or your lips on me.”
Now I can’t help but look down at her lips. Her plump red lips and then her cute nose, and her beautiful blue eyes. Matt fucked up with a girl this beautiful to be with someone like Michelle? Something’s fucking wrong with him. I trace the side of her body with my finger, all the way down until my hand is resting on her bare skin. The open back of her top makes it impossible to keep this appropriate. I can tell she’s uncomfortable because she’s holding her breath.
“Breathe,” I whisper to her.
She nods, putting her hands on my shoulders.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” I whisper to her. “And my hand is only here for five, four, three, two, one.” I remove it, and she exhales.
When I glance around the room, Matt is staring. Our eyes lock, and I flick my chin in the air at him. I’m taunting him, and he won’t do shit about it. He looks like he could kill me, but he won’t.
I whisper to Madison, “Turn me around.”
She grabs my neck, which is a hard no for me, so I turn around, putting her against the wall. She softly moans at my roughness, but I have to ignore it, or I’ll lose all self-control with her. The rush of wind throws herfruity scent in the air, and for a moment, I wonder if that’s what she tastes like.
“What’re you doing?” she asks, throaty. She gulps a few times while staring into my eyes.
“Your boyfriend is watching,” I say, daring to look at her lips again.
Her eyes quickly flick to the kitchen area. Now I get to glance at her tits and the small part of her stomach without her knowing. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she says, ignoring him to look back up at me.
“Not according to him,” I say.
“Then why is he letting you put your hands on me?” she challenges, lifting her perfect eyebrows. I remove my grip and smile because she has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Because nobody fucks with me. What I say goes. And when I’m not around, he’s going to try to win you back. But that’s what you want, right?”
She’s holding her breath again as I gaze into her eyes. She’s still and quiet.
Sydney interrupts by saying, “Okay, that’s enough love birds. I need my dancing partner back.”
Madison swings her hips as I watch her ass walk away from me. Her bare back when she moves is sexy as fuck, and after being that close to her, I want more. But I force myself to walk away, leaving her to dance with her friends.
Poppy stops me when I’m halfway through the crowd and asks, “What was that?”
I grab her neck and kiss her. My full-fledged tongue in her mouth. She gropes me back as I push her through the crowd. After all that self-control with Madison, I need to fuck. I can’t fuck Madison Wilder, no. Because I’ll fuck it all up. And she deserves so much better than someone like me or Matt Pearson.
Chapter 3
“Is he kissing someone right now?” I gasp at the sight of Greyson tongue-fucking some random woman I don’t know right after he said he’d be my fake boyfriend.
The group of girls I’m with gasp. Sydney says to them, “They’re not official. It’s no big deal.”
“Sydney,” my eyes widen, watching Greyson kiss. He’s so passionate and hot when he’s kissing. Holy hell, what have I gotten myself into? Why am I turned on by this right now? It’s like some sick mental game. What the fuck is he doing?
Sydney whispers, “That’s Grey. Just go with it, okay?”
“What?” I pull her to the side.
She stumbles to the side and says into my ear, “Babe, you can’t change a leopard’s spots. You’re only doing this with Grey to get back at Matt, so let Grey be Grey. Okay?”
“I’m supposed to just let this go?” I ask, glancing over at where they just were. Now Greyson and the hot girl are gone.
“Yeah,” she takes my hand. “It’s all for fun.”
I follow her back to the group of girls. We take another shot. Then I take another one. I tell myself to just let it go. I don’t even care about Greyson. Some respect would be nice, but Sydney is right. I can’t control him. Tonight is the start of getting revenge on Matt. He’s here with Michelle, and I’ve never felt so disgusted, disrespected, and hurt in my entire life. I’m thankful that Greyson pulled through.
