Page 44 of Pucking Grey

I can’t even think about Matt or dinner or the what-ifs. Not when he’s this close to me. I feel the heat of his body, and it’s warming me up.

“Anybody who knows me.” He bangs the door with his palm, and it startles me, so I gasp. “Knows that I’m all about fucking. I can’t be fucking you if we’re out at dinner, can I now, Maddie?”

I gulp, shaking my head. My breath falters as he bangs the door again.

He says, “Good. Now don’t fight with me in front of people. We sound like two goddamn children.”

When he bangs the door again, I turn my head to look at him. He’s so close to my face that I feel his breath on mine.

“Moan,” he demands.

My heart drops on his rollercoaster ride. “What?”

He bangs the door again. “Moan.”

I whisper, “I… I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he grits through his teeth.

I argue, “They’re not even home. They already left.”

He shakes his head, bringing his finger to his mouth. He hits the door again and buries his face into my hair. “They’re still here. Now be a good puck bunny and moan my name.”

I gulp, meeting his eyes. I don’t think I can do it. And he knows it, so he nips at my shoulder with his teeth.

“Ah,” I scream at the intense graze of his mouth on me. It wasn’t much of the teeth that made me yelp but the sensation of his lips and tongue. I think he made out with my shoulder in that split second. The thrum of his lips on me tingles. He attempts to do it again, and I mutter, “Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.”

He flashes me a devilish grin as I get out of his hold and whispers, “That’s more like it.” He nods at his bed and whispers, “Let me throw you on it.”

I giggle as I run away. “No fucking way, Greyson.”

He storms toward me as I run onto the bed. Right when he’s about to grab me, Ace’s voice enters the hallway. “Knox!”

I pause, glancing down at Grey. I lift my hands up to ask him what I should do.

He looks up at me standing on the bed with an intense glare. He mouths, “Moan.”

I can’t on command. He moves his bed to make it sound like it’s moving, and I yelp as I fall on my knees. Greyson cocks his head at me, hiding his smirk. He smacks his own ass. And I cover my mouth to stop myself from giggling.

“Do you like that?” Greyson says in a deep husky voice. My brows furrow as I continue to laugh. “I said, do you fucking like that?”

“Mhm,” I laugh, keeping my hand over my mouth. He starts clapping, and now I’m rolling on the bed because my stomach hurts from the laughter that hit me so hard that I can’t breathe. The more I try hard to not laugh, the funnier this gets. Greyson is laughing quietly as he stands above me while clapping.

“I like it,” I mutter through the laughter. It came out so squeaky and high-pitched that I’m on the ground now because I am laughing so hard. This is what dying of laughter feels like. My gut hurts, my cheeks are sore like they ran a marathon, and I’m winded. There is no air getting to my lungs. Greyson nods at me in approval as I laugh my head off. I start panicking because the heat of the room is reaching my face and the ground is so uncomfortable.

He finally stops clapping and sticks out a hand for me to take. I don’t expect much help from him when I take his hand, but he lifts me up in one swift motion. And then I’m on my feet.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a regular tone. Thank God we can talk normally now.

I nod, pressing the backs of my hands to my cheeks. They’re beyond sore. “I think so.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

I wince before looking at him. This sounds like a post-sex conversation starter. He probably uses that line pretty often, maybe he practices it in the mirror. I start to giggle again as I mumble, “Yeah. Are you satisfied?”

He glares at me and shakes his head. As inno. So, I hit his arm playfully. He still just glares.

Now I moan. “Do you have any idea how to have fun? Loosen up a bit? Not everything is so serious. Laugh a little. It’s fun.”

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