His Trouble Maker

Chapter 23

GRAYSON

She's pissed.

She won't even look atwhen she gets inside my car.

| shouldn't be glancing in the rearview every five fucking seconds just to see if she’s still got that look on her

face-that one that says she’s two seconds away from either crying or tearing the world apart

But | do.

| heard her and Pierce shouting earlier back in their house.

I am not a man who dwell in other's business but fuck it, | want to tear Pierce just by shouting at her like man,

that’s my fucking girl.

“This is not the direction to the training center,” Jess said.

Tss. | know, baby. I almost pull over and fuck the attitude out of her right then and there-not because | need to

correct her, but because seeing her this furious makes my cock hard in a way nothing else does. Her mouth says

stop, but her body twitches in that way it always does when she wantsto keep going.

| grip the wheel tighter. Not to calm down, but to keep my hands busy soil don’t drag her over the console and

bury every inch of her protest with my cock and a fist in her hair.

| love pissing her off

I hate it when someone else does.

“Grayson!” she shouts now, turning toward me, face flushed, eyes wild with fury she barely knows what to do

with

| feel her shitting beside me, throwing her body on the passenger seat. When I didn’t answer, she lunges, grabs

atmaking the fucking car

swerves

“Fuck, Jess-“Islam the brakes.

My hand flies off the wheel, catches her throat before she can fling herself through the damp windshield. | shove

her back into the seat with enough force to knock the fight out of her lungs.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” | snarl, face inches from hers, watching her eyes go wide-full of panic “Do

you want to fucking die?” Her eyes water instantly. Red rims. Wet lashes. “You almost killed us, baby,” whisper,

leaning in until my breath hits her tongue, slow and vile and mine. “Are you that pissed, huh?”

Her hands go to my arm, weak little scratches that makesqueeze harder. | understand that she’s fucking

angry-but hell, | almost killed her. My grip stays another second, just long enough to feel the panic spike again in

her throat, just long enough to remind her who's got the final word in whether she breathes.

Then | shove her. Sharp, brutal, dismissive.

She hits the seat hard and starts coughing-raw, wet, painful. Her body curls on instinct, shoulders heaving, and |

just stare at her. Watch her Every twitch, every flinch, every broken breath. Her hair's a mess around her face,

lips parted, throat marked red from my grip.

She looks fucking wrecked. Beautiful

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And exhale through my nose, low and ragged, eyes still on her. My hands are back on the wheel but | don’t

move. | don’t drive. | jua sit there jaw clenched so light it aches.

“Fuck,” | mutter, Quiet this time. Flat, More to myself than her. “I didn’t mesh-

“Are you fucking insane?” she screams.

“I reach for her-slow, open-palmed, careful for once-but she flinches the second my fingers get close.

Shit

“Jess,” | say, and it comes out rough. “I-I'm sorry. Are you hurt?”

Her mouth twitches like it might open, like she might snap something back-but all that fury from before is caged

now. Quiet Sill sparking but trapped behind something else. Something heavier, Hell. | probably fucking scared

her.

“I didn’t mean “I start, but it sounds too much like an excuse. | bite it off. Just sit there, breathing hard, staring

straight ahead Be if | don’t look at her, | won't feel the shape of my hand still burning into her neck.

The silence eats a minute. Maybe two.

Then, quiet. So small I almost miss it.

“I'm sorry too,” she mutters. Not looking at me. “I didn’t mean-"

She cuts herself off. Like she can’t even finish the lie

And that does something ugly to me. Something that makes my knuckles pop against the wheel, because | don’t

want her sorry | want her closer. Want her mad, want her clawing, want her voice back up in my face sol know

she still has fight in her. So | know | didn’t break the only thing that ever mattered:

y head. Slow

| turn my h

She's locking down at her lap, hands clenched tight like she’s holding her own apology together by the seams.

*ess,” | say again, quieter this time. “Look at me.”

“Look at me.”

She hesitates, but then her eyes fick up

“What do you want?” | ask, my voice low, raw, wanting to know what's turning inside her head. “Tellwhat

you want, Jess

| watch her, waiting. She takes a deep breath, swallowing hard ke the words are fighting their way out, struggling

to keep her voice steady. “I -I don’t know.

She doesn’t know.

But | do. I've known for years. All my life, I'm lacking sure of one thing-it’s her that | want. In this lifetime, next

lifetime, however many it

I lean in a fraction closer, enough for my lips to brush her arm, soft, but every inch of my skin hungry for hers.

The heat from her body hitlike a spark.

“We are going to make this work, | tether, feeling her quiver under my touch, her body betraying the walls she’s

trying to hold up!

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“But you need to tellwhat you want. Or | swear to God, I'll make the decision for both of us”

| don’t even see it coming Her hands, trembling but sure, slide up to my face, her fingers curling around my jaw

with a grip that could break bones. She’s holdingthere, in place, like I'm the one at her mercy. But it's not

mercy. It's power. Her power. And it fucking wreck me

She pulls my face closer, her eyes locked on mine for a heartbeat longer before her lips shatter my world.

“Kiss me,” she breathes, but it steals mine. “Kiss me, Grayson. | want you to kiss me.”

And fuck, she doesn’t need to say it twice. Islam my lips back onto hers, rough, hungry, taking what she’s

offering like a man starved. | feel her lips part under mine, her breath hitching, and I slip my tongue inside, slick

and desperate, not caring that it's messy, that it’s fucking ra It’s just us. Her taste. Her heat. This-her-is all |

want

I pull her onto my lap, her body colliding with mine, pressing every inch of her againstlike I'm drowning in

her. She’s the only thing that matters now. Her hands, shaking but sure, dive into my hair, pullingcloser like

she needsas much as | need her, | can’t think straight, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except follow her

lead.

Her hips grind down against me, slow at first, teasing, pulling a growl from the back of my throat. But it's not

teasing anymore. She's pullinginto the madness, showinghow much she wants it, wants me, and I'm

lost in it. My hands move to her back, gripping her harder, pulling her closer, because | can’t stand the distance

between us.

She breaks the kiss, gasping for air, but | don’t give her any room, | drag my lips down her neck, kissing, licking,

biting the soft skin there, marking her, reminding her that she’s mine. Every inch of her is mine, and I'm showing

her that with every touch, every kist

Her hands don’t stop. They tug at my hair, my shirt, her nails digging into my skin like she’s claiming me, and

fuck, that’s exactly what she’s doing. | let her. Let her have it all

I pull her face back to mine, kissing her again, this tslower, worshipping her with my lips, with my tongue,

with the way my hands move over her body. Every second of this is a dream. Every second | get to kiss her back,

hold her, fuck-I don’t deserve this. But it doesn’t matter. Il take it anyway.

She moans into my mouth, and that sound-her sound-drivesto the edge. | can’t stop. | don’t want to stop.

“God, Jess,” | rasp, breaking the kiss for just a second to catch my breath. I'm trembling, shaking with the need

to have her, and the need to keep her, forever.“Stop grinding for a moment baby. You're fucking killing me. Her

eyes are wild, dark with that sfucking need that’s tearing through me, and when she hears the desperation

in my voice, she doesn't stop.

She doesn’t fucking care. She just grinds harder.

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