Page 4 of Property of Gray

“Why? You offering to tuck me in?” She pops the tab on her beer and sucks down a drink while I grab the joint off the ground.

My gaze hits her tan legs and slides up the rest of her frame. Willow’s always been a pretty little thing, but tonight there’s something different about her.

She’s gotten hot. I immediately want to punch myself in the dick for thinking about her like that. I’ve always looked at her like a bratty kid sister.

“Are you old enough to drink that?” I ask, reminding myself that the beauty standing in front of me is too damn young for me and off-limits. Woods would rip off my nuts and staple them to the front door of the clubhouse if I made a pass at her. Hell, I’d offer to help him if it were any brother in this club staring at her ass the way I just was. Like Foolish was.

I look back to where the prospect sits, debating on kicking his ass. He’s the one who pointed her out to me.

She lifts a shoulder. “You gonna go tattle on me?”

“’Course not. Just don’t overdo it.”

“Okay, Dad.” She shakes her head.“Just behave. All right.”

She stares up at me, batting her thick lashes. “What would be the fun in that?” Condensation from her can drips between her tits as she takes another drink.

Fuck. Now I’m staring at the way the lace of her bra is playing peekaboo with the V-shape of her of her thin pink shirt that leaves little to the imagination. I need to lay off Bay Doll’s Bush.Shit is fucking with my head. I stuff the joint back between my lips, and she snatches it away.

“Give that back.”

“Make me,” she mocks and takes off running between the trees to hide, like she did when we were kids. I stare up at the starless sky and count to ten. Shit isn’t funny.

“Catch me if you can,” her voice carries over the music.

I stalk into the dark, leaving the party behind.

A flash of the pink ribbon tied in her sandy brown hair wisps out from behind a tree.

“Got you,” I mutter. I maneuver through the forest as quietly as a damn church mouse. I grab the end of the ribbon and give it a yank as I step around the trunk.

Willow giggles and darts to the next tree. The soft sound travels straight to my dick. I crush the pink ribbon between my fingers and shove it into my pocket.

She’s such a brat.

I should spank her ass because her daddy never did. Would serve her right.

My mind flashes to the thought. Bending her over my knee and spanking her perfect ass until it's glowing red with my handprint.

Fuck me. I can’t be having these thoughts. Not about her.

Anyone but Willow.

I shouldn’t feed into her childish game, but I can’t stop myself from following her deeper into the woods. Her laughter echoes between the trees. The moonlight shines overhead, disappearing between the treetops. Lightning bugs glitter in the dark of night.

The noise of the party is barely audible now.

“C’mon, Low. That’s enough,” I grumble.

“Sourpuss,” she calls back, giving her position away. I find her leaning against the trunk of a large oak tree.

She tosses her empty beer can onto the ground. Her chest heaves with exertion, drawing my attention back to the way her tits are about to fall out of her top. She pushes her hand into the pocket of my jeans, retrieving my Zippo. Her eyes stay on me, daring me to challenge her as she fires up my joint.

“What are you doing?”

“Having fun. You should try it sometime.” The end burns orange. Glowing. She inhales. The embers burn between us.

She blows smoke in my face. The haze between her making her look like a ghost or a dream come true. I can’t decide which.