Page 67 of Pucking Grey

“What?” she whispers. “What’s wrong, Grey?” She’s tugging the hell out of my neck, but I can’t look down or she’s going to start kissing me. I walk away from her and sit on the bed. She takes this as an opportunity to sit on my lap. “Oh, I like this.”

My hands immediately grab her lower back, but my dick is limp. And that’s how I know I got it bad with Maddie.

“Don’t kiss me,” I retort as she tries to rub against me. “Poppy.” I grip her love handles with pressure as I watch her. There were many nights when I craved her and nobody else. She has always been my favorite hookup. If I had a choice in the litter, it was her. I used to enjoy the sexy outfits she wore, and the makeup that matched, but right now, there is no desire, no longing. Everything I liked about her has been washed away and replaced by someone else.

“Yes, Grey?” she smirks. This chick is hornier than a screwdriver. Her hands are all over me.

“Do you remember the last time we hooked up?” I ask, placing her hair behind her shoulder.

She smiles, trying hard to reach my dick with her crotch. It’s still flaccid.

I stand up and drop her on the bed.

She giggles as I stare down at her. “Of course, I remember.”

I whisper in a dark tone, “It’s the last time I’m fucking touching you.”

When I turn to leave, she shouts, “Are you fucking kidding me!” She stands up quickly and slams the door shut before I can exit. “What the fuck are you saying? You can’t tell me that everything with that girl is fucking real. I saw you kiss her and then you fucked me right after. That’s when we last fucked! And I know that’s why you brought me into this fucking room because she’s nowhere near, and you love fucking me.”

I can’t even look her in the eye because she’s drunk, and I know that’s the problem. If I did this in front of everyone out there, she would’ve made a scene. At least, she won’t humiliate herself in here.

“There was a point and time where I did, yeah.” The thought of anyone else but Madison deters me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I look at Poppy and feel nothing. She’s just another girl at this point.

Poppy puts her hand on my chest and says, “So, why stop?”

I grab her hands. “It’s not happening anymore.”

I leave the room, hoping she’ll take a minute to herself. But she chases me out the fucking door.Jesus Christ.I wipe my face in frustration as I turn around.

Poppy shouts, “All you’re good for is fucking, Grey. You’re not boyfriend material. That girl is going to fucking leave you the second she gets to know who you really are. She’ll run back to Matthew Pearson, and you’ll come fucking running back to me!”

I stare at her, clenching my jaw.

She shouts, “Greyson Cress comes in three fucking minutes. And I just fucked him so good that he’s throwing a fit!”

“Shut the fuck up,” I snark.

She steps in my face and whispers, “You did good by bringing me into that room, Grey. I’m going to make sure Maddie knows that you fucked me so fucking good tonight.”

She licks my face, and I’m so fucking livid as I stare over her shoulder. But I keep my composure because she’s going to love it if I blow up right now.

“Do what you want, Poppy,” I whisper in her ear. “You’ll never be her.”

The death glare she gives me is the rise I wanted to get out of her. And this is exactly why we’re only fuck buddies. She’s out of her fucking mind.

“Fuck you,” she says.

I shrug and leave her standing in the hallway. I am patting myself on the back for handling that like an adult. Taking her upstairs to a private area was the right thing to do. When I walk down the stairs, my eyes lock with Crew Nixon. Mother fucker. His eyes dart to the person at the top of the stairs.Poppy.

When I walk to Ace, I take his drink. He shakes his head and asks, “That was quick.”

“Fuck off. I’m getting out of here.”

Knox lifts a brow. “You got what you needed and now you’re bouncing.”

I shake my head, sick and tired of my fucking reputation. Poppy has been the only chick I’ve hooked up with in the past month. I’ve been slowly behaving myself. My hockey career comes first.

“See you assholes later,” I say, taking a shot, and then heading out of the party. On the way out, Crew is still staring at me. That mother fucker is going to run straight to Maddie and tell her the second he gets home.

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