Page 13 of Property of Gray

“You’ve just not met the right man yet.”

She shakes her head and pushes to her feet. “I’ve waited this long for you to see me, truly see me, but one day I’m going to give up.” I grab her hand and pull her onto my lap.

“You should want better for yourself, Low.” I hold her to me and yank one of her braids out before I press my lips to the corner of hers. Her lips part and a moan leaves those rosy lips. One I want to hear over and over again when I’m buried inside her. Her wavy hair falls across our faces, acting as a curtain as I lick the seam of her mouth, getting my first taste of her. Someone stumbles past us, breaking the moment as I push her off my lap like she’s on fire.

She bounces down two steps on her ass.

She gapes at me, breathless. Then she slaps me. “You’re such a jerk. How dare you?”

I laugh and grab her wrists. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

I scrub a hand over my face. “Was worried it was Woods.”

“Are you scared of him or embarrassed by me?”

“Neither.”

“You’re such a liar.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Well, let me uncomplicate it for you. I wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last single man on Earth and humanity’s survival depended on us.”

Chapter Five

I drive home still tasting the remnants of that kiss that ended too damn soon.

Grannie Mags is sitting in her recliner watching the evening news. “You’re home early.”

“I need to pack,” I snap with more bite than intended.

She doesn’t comment, and I’m grateful. I’m not in the mood for one of her lectures tonight.

I disappear down the hall to my room, careful not to slam my door too hard, though I’d like to break it off the hinges right now.

Men are stupid. I hate them all.

Especially Braxton Gray. He’s the biggest jerk of them all.

I pull my backpack out of my closet, unsure if I even want to go to Anarchy now. Especially when it means riding with Gray and likely having to witness him flirting with anything with tits.

One second he’s all hot for me and the next he’s cold as ice. And only when I threaten to stop caring does he make a move. He doesn’t get it. I want a man who fights for me. A man who looks at me and knows that I’m the only woman he will ever desire. Sometimes I think that maybe he feels the same as me,but then he shows his ass and reminds me he doesn’t. Maybe he never will. I keep hoping that one day he will grow up and stop being such a manwhore. That he’ll grow some balls and tell my brother he wants me. I’d think it’s all in my head if Madz hadn’t told me he called her my name when she was sucking his dick. Who does that?

I’m not crazy. He wants me.

So why is he scared to make a move?

Woods might be pissed at first, but he’d get over it. He loves Gray more than our own brother, Dirty.

I finish shoving my good underwear into my backpack. Not like it matters. It’s not like Gray will get to see them. I should go fuck some random guy at the rally. That’d show him, but all these years I’ve been saving myself for him. Because I love him.

Stupid love.

Stupid heart.

Stupid Gray.