Page 19 of Property of Gray

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“I’ll prove it to you, pipsqueak. Let me show you.” I bring my mouth down on hers, but she doesn’t kiss me back.

“Take me home, Gray. You smell like her.”

“Okay.”

Willow climbs on my bike, barely holding on to me. I drive slowly cursing my damn dick. He’s the one getting me into these situations. If I hadn’t called Kaylene, I’d be watching Low come on my fingers.

The second I pull up at the edge of Grannie Mag’s driveway, she’s hopping off. I want to go after her, but I know I need to give her some space. She’ll get over it.

I’ll make it up to her.

Somehow.

Chapter Seven

I wasn’t sure if I was going to come, but Gray isn’t my boyfriend. He’s never claimed to be. He didn’t owe me any explanations, but he was honest. He deserves credit for that, even if I don’t want to give it to him.

I had a good chat with my bestie when I got home last night. About Gray. She knows he’s all I’ve ever wanted. That I’ve been saving myself for him and thinks I need to just stop overthinking and see what happens.

I park my truck at my brother’s place and grab my bag from the other side of the bench seat.

Everyone is nearly ready to leave. I spot Gray with my brother and some of the other club officers. He glances my way, and I shoot him a jaunty smile and wave. He doesn’t acknowledge me, but I don’t expect him to. The conversation he’s in looks serious. I know not to interrupt club business.

I spot Ember, one of the girls from West Virginia. “I see you picked one.” I motion my head toward Creed. Him and some other guy were fighting over her when they first got here.

“Something like that. We’re getting to know each other. Nothing serious.”

“I don’t know. The way that man looks at you.” I fan myself.

“It’s complicated.”

I look back in Gray’s direction. “I know complicated well.”

“Ah. I see.”

“Yeah. I’m going to grab a coffee. Do you want one?”

“I’m good, thanks.”

“All right. See you around.” I head inside to the kitchen and run smack dab into Faye. My cunt of a sister-in-law. “Did you change your mind about the rally?”

She makes a sour face. “I have that bridal shower I’m throwing.”

“Right.” I don’t believe her for one second. I’d never accuse her without proof, but I think she’s cheating on my brother. I just haven’t figured out the who with part of the equation yet. “Give her my best.” I pour a mug of coffee and take a sip, nearly spitting it back out. It’s cold and yucky.

“Sorry. I was about to toss that and make a fresh pot.”

I bet she was. “That’s okay. I’ll get something else.” I smile sickly sweet at her, wishing Woods would divorce her. He won’t do that, though. He wouldn’t want to piss off Big Daddy. Not without a real cause to do so.

“Keep your brother in line.”

Bitch.

“Curtis is his own keeper.” He doesn’t need me to cramp his style. Their relationship isn’t one I would ever want for myself. They have an unspoken rule of what happens on the road stays on the road. It’s permission to cheat as long as it happens away from home turf.