Chapter 15 Gray
Sitting on the bus, I glanced around before opening the text message again. The three of them looked hot, but I only had eyes for the dark-haired assassin. Her black costume molded to her figure. The zip stopped just under her breasts, showing too much cleavage in a black push-up bra.
Her hair was in a braid, and she had black face paint over her eyes, making her dark chocolate eyes stand out even more. Her lips were painted a deep red, and just looking at her made me hard.
Checking the time, I worked out how long it would be before we were back on campus. Jett was already dozing in his seat with Ash fast asleep beside him. Things with my cousin had been strained, but we were still talking. He hadn’t asked for details, and I hadn’t offered.
That wasn’t who we were. But I caught him watching me, assessing me, and I returned his look, waiting, but he didn’t say anything.
But he would.
I knew him, and he would let it build, and he would think of it from every angle, and then he would eventually ask me when he already thought he knew the answers.
If I were a better man, I would approach him and explain.
But I wasn’t a better man, and even on a good day, I couldn’t explain me and her without sounding like a crazy person.
Her.
My eyes went back to the screen, my eyes drinking in the sight of her.
I hated her.
I loved her.
I had to stay away from her.
I needed to be closer to her.
Fuck.
It was the same push and pull pattern that had been between us ever since we were younger.
I closed the phone down and stared out at the passing scenery before I closed my eyes.
I hadn’t played today. My hand wouldn’t heal fully for weeks, but there was no way I was missing out on the last few games.
I’d agreed to sit two games out. I had no choice for those two, and Coach really had almost killed me when he saw my hand strapped, but then Jett showed him my car, and he relented.
Just.
Because my car was wrecked, not due to a car accident, but due to my crazy fucking brother having taken a baseball bat to my Mercedes after I punched him. Twice. And I broke two bones in my hand when I busted his jaw, and then he went out and busted up my car.
He also wasn’t talking to me. The list of people currently on the outs with me was growing.
However, Onyx was still talking to Jett, who had told me the next day that Onyx had fixed our “medical” problems. A shake of his head told me he didn’t know, and stopped me from asking how he had fixed it.
Did I actually want to know? Probably not.
Which was chickenshit of me because it was my fault.
All because I couldn’t cut her out of my life.
All because I didn’t want to cut her out of my life.
Thumping my head repeatedly off the headrest, I thought about her. Again.
I thought of the kiss in the basement of Onyx’s building.
I thought of the way she clung to me when I held her.
With little encouragement, I thought back to the last night that we were together.
A Valentine’s party that I hadn’t wanted to go to, and one she should never have been at . . . especially with a date.
But she was, and she had been in full bitch mode. Her hair had been loose down her back, and her black dress had been short. Her legs had been on display, and the killer heels had made her taller than my six-one height.
Ash had taken one look at her and promptly ignored her, and Jett was already preoccupied with some random girl he’d already planned to hook up with.
Honestly, the change in my brother since dating Ava was nothing short of miraculous, and if I hadn’t witnessed it myself, I would have been demanding they run tests for body possession.
Staying on the outskirts of the party, I had watched her dance with her date, some douchebag who had wandering hands. I had seen her subtly move out of his reach once or twice, but not every time, and it was pissing me off the longer she spent with him.
The date had gone to get her a drink, and she had taken the opportunity to go to the bathroom. I was following her with no conscious decision to do so. I waited for her to come out, and when she did, I pushed her back in.
“Gray?”
“Queeny,” I greeted her as my eyes ran over her. “You trying to impress someone?”
“I have a date,” she replied with sarcasm.
“Is that what we call fuck buddies now?” I sneered at her as I leaned against the door.
“You tell me . . . fuck buddy.”
I had her turned and pressed up against the door with my hand on her ass as she stared at me in challenge.
“That what I am?” My nose trailed along her jawline as my other hand flexed on the plump cheek of her ass. “A fuck buddy? That all?”
“No,” her soft whisper caused my dick to harden more.
“You wet for your date? You’ve let him touch you all night.”
“No.” Her tone was sharper as if I had insulted her.
“You fuck him yet?”
“No!” Her glare was full of venom, and I grinned at the outrage in her eyes as my hand flexed on her ass and my other hand traced along her collarbone.
“You wet for me?” I whispered in her ear as I moved my hand between her legs. “If I put my hand here,” I cupped her pussy, and my dick strained against my jeans as her little gasp excited me further, “will you be wet?”
I didn’t wait for an answer as I pushed her panties aside. My fingers found her pooling wetness, and when I looked at her, she was pissed at her body’s reaction to me.
“This for me?” I asked again. I slid a finger inside her as I watched her eyelids flutter closed and her tongue wet her lips. “I asked you a question.” I pushed another finger inside her as I began to move them slowly in and out of her.
“Yes,” she answered.
“It better be,” I growled as I dropped to my knees, hitching her leg over my shoulder. “It better fucking be,” I told her before my tongue slid inside her as her hands gripped my hair.
I made her come twice on my tongue, and then I bent her over the sink and fucked her, my hands gripping onto her hips, knowing I would bruise her. My teeth bit her neck as I sucked her sweet flesh, marking her so her date would know she didn’t belong to him.
She belonged to me.
When we were done, Quinn cleaned herself up and then turned to me where I waited by the door . . . watching her try to contain her fury at what had happened between us, again.
“You have a kink for bathrooms?” Her scorn of me and herself was strong, and I shrugged, knowing it would piss her off more.
“I don’t really care where I fuck you. Want me to take you outside and fuck you in the hallway?”
“I’d rather you didn’t fuck me at all,” she snarled as she pushed me aside and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me grinning behind her. She was so full of shit.
Of course, I followed her out, and I saw her hesitate on the edge of the room as she saw her date, standing alone at a high school party. I saw her hand go to her neck where I had marked her, and then I saw her shoulders slump, and my fearless queen slipped out of the front door and left.
I should have felt victorious, but I didn’t. I felt like a bastard, and with a groan, I followed her out the door.
I picked her up in my car as she walked along the side of the road.
She stopped walking when she saw it was me, and with a resigned sigh she got in the car, and I drove her home in silence.
Her house was in darkness when we got there, and even though her folks were the type to go to bed early, her dad always left a light on for her.
“They’re not here,” she told me as she saw me checking the house out. “Romantic break to New York.”
I heard her bitterness, and I knew not to ask. Quinn loved her stepmom, Anne, but she just got pissed off sometimes when her dad showed such open affection to Anne, which I don’t think he ever showed her mom.
“I’ll walk you in.”
In her hallway, we looked at each other, and then I turned to leave her. Her hand on my arm stopped me.
“Gray, can we just forget?”
“Forget what?” I asked her as I watched her hesitate.
“That you hate me for dating Ash.” Her eyes were wide as she looked at me, vulnerable. “I made the wrong choice, I know.”
“You think I hate you for that?” I shrugged out of her hold. “I love my cousin.”
“You hate that I hurt him.”
“Of course.”
“I hurt you too,” Quinn said as she stepped closer. “I was confused.”
“You were confused? So, what, you fell on the wrong dick?”
“Ugh!” Quinn threw her hands in the air and turned away from me. “I’m done, I’ve said sorry. I’m hurting too, you know.”
“Good.”
“Good? Seriously? Get the fuck out of my house.” She stormed toward the stairs, thinking I would go like she ordered.
She thought wrong.
I caught her on the stairs and effortlessly lifted her as I climbed the stairs and strode toward her bedroom. Slamming the door closed behind me, I dropped her on the bed as I ripped my T-shirt off over my head.
“What are you doing?”
“What the fuck does it look like?” I unbuckled my belt and quickly pushed my jeans down my legs as I kicked my boots off. “You drive me crazy. All I can think about is fucking you. Ever since the first time, knowing what you feel like wrapped around my dick, I’m going crazy.”
Picking her leg up, I unsnapped her shoe, tossing it behind me without a care. Swiftly, I did the other one.
“And your suggestion is what?” Quinn got off the bed, back to her normal height without the shoes. She looked up at me. “Fuck it out of your system?”
Bending slightly, I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it roughly over her head as she lifted her arms, helping me undress her.
“No, but I’m going to fuck you out of my system.” I kissed her to shut her up before I pushed her back onto her bed. “Do you have any objections?”
Quinn lay on her back as she ran her eyes over my naked body before she propped herself up on her elbows with a grin. “I say give it your best shot.”