My heartbeat picks up as I excuse myself from the conversation with Josh and storm over to Greyson who has his hands all over her body. There’s no real way to describe the anger pulsating through my skin as I get closer to them. Grey’s hands are on her hips, her body too close to his as she links her arms around his neck.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper-shout, trying not to cause a scene while I push them apart. Wren looks up at me, her face red, as if she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t be. Grey’s a good guy. I trust him more than most guys on the team but that doesn’t mean I want his hands all of my girlfriend’s body.
“We’re just dancing, Miles, sinceyoublew me off,” she says, a wicked grin creeping up her face as she tries to pull Grey close to her again. I push him back with a quick flick and he stumbles on his heels. "You were the one who said I should dance with myfriends."
“Just so you don’t beat the shit of me, she asked me to, dude. I was planning on trying my luck with one for the netball girls but she totally cockblocked me,” Grey chimes in, putting his hands up defensively. I glare at him and he slowly saunters away backwards. I turn back to Wren and she’s laughing.
She’s fucking laughing.
“Do you think this is funny?” I ask, closing the space between us. She holds onto the lapels of my blazer to steady herself as I tower over her.
“A little, yeah,” she replies through a giggle. Without saying anything else I pick her up and drop her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, her ass wiggling in my face as she squeals. “I swear to God, if you don’t put me down in the next five seconds, I’m going to call homeland security.”
“You’re not going to get away with dancing with one of my friends like that.”
“Miles,” she whisper-groans. “I’m not wearing anything underneath.”
“I know,” I say through a shaky exhale.
I laugh and smack her on the ass as I walk with her to our table, the crowd watching us but turning back to their dances when they realise, they’d rather not ask any questions. When we get to the table, the girls are there, talking. I grab Wren’s purse from the table before turning her around so they can see her face instead of her ass.
“Can you tell him to put me down?” Wren whines. I turn her back around so they can’t see her face as she pounds on my back. Michelle shrugs happily, shaking her head.
“Do I even want to ask?” Scarlett asks, shoving her straw into her mouth and taking a sip of punch.
“Wren’s been a bad girl tonight, so she’s needs to learn a lesson,” I say with a smug grin, gripping her thighs tighter with my hand. Wren’s tiny fists pound on my back again and I laugh at the amount of effort she’s putting into hating this. Scarlett pretends to gag herself with the straw.
“That is thesecondtime you’ve made me feel violent tonight just by looking at you,” she groans. “Just don’t teach her the lesson in our apartment. My Air Pods can only do so much for noise cancellation.”
“Ha-ha,” I mock before turning to Ken who has a less distasteful look on her face. “Ask Z to take you guys home, okay?”
*
“Did you really have to carry me the whole way here? I could have walked from the car,” she moans when I throw her onto my bed. She scrambles back so she’s in the middle of the bed and I climb up to her as she sits crossed legged, the dress only just covering her exposed thighs.
“What would be the fun in that?” I catch her lips with a rough kiss before she starts to fall back onto the bed. I’ve been dying to touch her like this all night. I run my hands along her thighs, coming dangerously close to her bare heat. “Jesus. Are you always this wet when I’m around?”
“I’m starting to think it’s a problem,” she rasps, leaning up on her elbows to guide my hand up further up her until my hand reaches where she’s soaking. “Especially when you got jealous earlier. That was hot.”
I brush my thumb over her clit, and she moans into my ear, arching off the bed. “I don’t like the thought of you with anyone else, Wren. Do you understand?”
She nods, her heavy breathing clouding my senses.
“Call me crazy but I think I’m, like, definitely obsessed with you. You drive me insane just by looking at you.Thatis a problem,” I groan into her, still keeping my hand over her wet pussy as her legs shift beneath me.
“I kind of like it. Is that bad?” she breathes biting her lip. I shake my head slowly, moving my fingers over her. She starts to sit up off the bed, her hands coming to my face where she kisses me softly. "But, Miles, promise me you won't do that again. Don't push me aside. Because I mean something, okay? And I don't like feeling like I don't."
My heart sinks a little. "I'm sorry. I got caught up and I didn't mean to do hurt you. I don't want to hurt you because you meaneverything."
"Good. Then, treat me like it," she demands, kissing me deeply. I make the promise to her over and over in my actions and in my brain because there is nothing I wouldn't do for this girl.
CHAPTER 39
WREN
Iwake up and my face feels sticky and wet. It’s almost as if I’ve woken up from a bad dream where I was crying because even after I’ve wiped my face, it feels wet again. I wipe my face again, too tired to open my eyes and it becomes covered in wetness. But then I realise it’s because I’m in a relationship with a damn puppy.
Miles leans over me, shirtless, pressing kisses all over my face and chest and I can tell it’s barely even light outside. It’s still winter so it gets bright later in the day but the fact that I can hear the faint chirp of birds is not a good sign.
