Page 6 of Property of Gray

I head back to the party with an ache in my chest. A desire to say fuck it and take what I want. Willow is nowhere to be seen. Guess she got smart and went home. I grab another beer and look for someone to scratch my itch. Someone to make me forget that I was about to risk everything I’ve worked for.

I can’t go blowing my life up for some pussy. Even as I think it, I know better. Willow could never be just pussy. She’s everything that’s good in the world. Pure. Sweet. Too damn sweet.

I chug my beer and toss the empty can into the bonfire.

“There you are, handsome.” Madz saunters over to me. She’s the opposite of Willow. An easy fuck. Someone who knows that I’m never going to give her anything more than sex. No strings. No expectations. She won’t go catching feelings.

Tonight she’s the perfect target for working out my frustrations with.

I’ve gotta get Willow out of my head before we ride out to California for the annual rally Big Daddy holds. She’ll be riding bitch with me, and the last thing I need is to be distracted by thoughts of wanting to fuck my best friend’s little sister.

“Let’s take this party inside.” I squeeze her ass and she laughs.

“Someone’s missed me.”

“Something like that.”

We end up in her room. I never take whores to my room here, even though it’s just down the hallway. I only sleep here when I’m too fucked up to drive home.

I don’t even bother kicking off my boots. I don’t intend to spend the night. I’m going to get my rocks off, then go home. Alone.

Madz smiles at me, eager and ready to please.

I undo my zipper and she gets down on her knees. She licks her lips, then spits on her palm before wrapping it around my cock to stroke me.

Truth is, I’m still heated from that scene in the woods with Willow. My mind flashes to the image of her pinned to the tree, gazing up at me, daring me to make a move. Fuck me. My little pipsqueak was hot and ready for it. Ready to be taken by a bastard like me.

A man who doesn’t do relationships. A man who fucks. I don’t do love.

Stroking a finger along her jaw, I coax her mouth open. Her tongue darts out to lick the tip of my cock. She bats her lashes, but the eyes gazing up at me aren’t the ones I wish to see. No. My mind is still back in the woods, craving something I can never have. I close my eyes and imagine the fist stroking my length belongs to a forbidden beauty.

Madz suctions her hot mouth around me, licking and sucking like a good girl. “That’s it, Low,” I grit through my teeth. Herteeth rake over me, and I let out a hiss. “Such a good girl. Damn, pipsqueak.”

“What did you call me?” Madz snaps. Her eyes blazing with an inferno that could strike down any man.

My brain catches up with my mouth as she pops me from between her lips. “Shit. I didn’t mean it.”

“Right. Sure. Because we look so much alike.” She sneers and shoves at me before getting to her feet. “Get out,” she huffs, putting a hand on her hip and pointing to the door with the other.

“C’mon. It was an accident.”

“Don’t do that. I always knew she had a thing for you. I just never thought you looked at her that way.”

“Madz.”

“It’s fine. I’ll keep your dirty little secret, but know this. I will never touch you again. Not when your heart belongs to someone like her.”

“Whatever.” I tuck my dick back into my jeans. She’s full of it. I know Madz has a crush on me. I’ve wounded her pride, but she’ll come around. Women like her always do.

I stomp down to my room and take matters into my own hands. It doesn’t take much to get off. A few flashes of Willow in my head does the trick.

Fuck Madz.

Chapter Three

I stare at the clock on the wall, willing the hands to tick faster. It’s a slow day in the office. I wasn’t supposed to be on today. Faye, my sister-in-law, should be here doing the payroll, but she can’t be bothered to show up on time. She can get away with that shit because she’s married to Woods, and no one is going to say shit about the Prez’s ol’ lady. If he was smart, he’d get shot of her ass. She’s a lazy cunt. I can’t stand her. Grannie Mags says she’s of no count.

But I will say she’s allegedly staying here to manage the office while most of us ride to California for the annual KOAMC rally that’s held every June by the national President, Big Daddy. He’s also Faye’s uncle and the only reason my brother married her. I trust her about as far as I can throw her. She’s originally from California. Her marriage to my brother was nothing more than a business transaction.