Page 8 of Pucking Grey

“Don’t fucking think about it,” she warns. “Because I will cut your dick off.”

I step closer to her. “My dick,” I whisper. “Will never be in your hands.”

“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?” She crosses her arms, covering her tits. Thank fucking god because I couldn’t help but look at them every five seconds. “You just want to remind me about how I’m ugly and stupid and not good enough for you?”

For the first time tonight, my mood lightens. She thinks she’s ugly and stupid and not good enough for me? It’s real funny. She pushes me lightly with one hand.

“Why are you fucking laughing?”

“Madison.”

“Greyson,” she challenges.

God, she’s cute when she’s drunk and mad and pushy. Her eyes are red, but still very much blue. Her hair outlines the shape of her face just right. And if I look close enough because I finally am close enough, she has light freckles on her nose.

“I accept your offer,” I whisper to her ear.

She stills, and I don’t know if it’s because my chest rubs up on hers or because I tickled her ear.

“You don’t even like me,” she says, staring straight into my eyes. “You’re actually like pretty mean. I take back my offer.”

I lick my bottom lip, glancing down the hallway. “Making out with Billy isn’t going to do what you want it to do.”

She stomps. “I wanted it to be you, but you rejected me!”

I huff because that was rough. How the fuck am I going to come back from that one? I look down at her lips, but she quickly covers them.

“Stop looking at my lips,” she demands.

“What?” I ask.

She covers her tits, too. “Look at my eyes,” she says with her hand still over her mouth.

I run my hand through my hair and look down the hall at her friends who are checking on her every two seconds.

I touch her forearm and say nicely, “Okay. I’ll stop.”

She sighs, relaxing under my touch. “I’m not some piece of meat, Greyson.”

“I know that,” I say, frustrated. I stare down at the ground, not knowing if putting up with someone like this is worth the fucking trouble.

“Oh my god,” Madison groans. “Do you hear his laugh? Why is he here with her?”

I grab her hand and say, “The real question is, why are you here with me?”

She hides her smile as I lead her back to her friends. Sydney clearly knows what’s going on, but as for the others, I don’t think they do because the shock on their faces when they see my fingers wrapped with Madison’s is priceless. Madison forces me to the wall, and then she yanks my neck down so she can whisper something to me.

“Is he in here?” she asks.

I glance around the room. “Yeah.”

“Does he see us?” she whispers. It tickles my ear, but I control myself.

“No, so just have fun.”

I look into her eyes, trying hard to not look anywhere else before she fucking freaks out again. Her gaze is getting intense as she takes a few deep breaths. Her cheeks are flushing because of my stare. She pulls my head back down and asks, “Will you kiss me?”

“No,” I whisper back in her ear.

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