Now he’s the one smiling smugly, as if he knows exactly what kind of effect he has on me. As if he just found the fucking secret ingredient to driving me up a goddamn wall.

Or fucking me through it.

My eyes slam down in a hard blink.

What the fuck?

His brow knits together with amused confusion. “What was that look for?”

“Nothing.” Jesus, was that a squeak?

He slowly shakes his head and I don’t miss how he reaches down between his legs. From back here, I can’t see what he’s doing, and I really need to see what the fuck he’s doing. I start to sit up, but he stops me with a firm squeeze of my shoulder.

“You’re hard again,” he says softly, curiously, as he flits his gaze down to where my dick once again strains my pants.

I watch as Will traps his bottom lip with his teeth as he stands up on his knees.

Oh God, I think as I watch him encircle his shaft, pumping himself with slow, firm strokes. “Do you trust me?”

I blink.

He drops his hand and grips my thigh instead. His other one is still on my shoulder. “Eyes up here.”

I return his amused gaze with a glare.

He whispers, “There’s my Grumpy Bear.”

My scowl only deepens.

“So, do you? Will you?” He smiles broadly, wagging his brows. “Pun totally intended.”

“That was terrible.”

He nods down to my hand clenched right over my dick. “Says the guy who got a pun of both our names tattooed on his hand.”

I flip him off with said hand. “I didn’t get that for you.”

“Sure, you didn’t.” He chuckles, before sobering once more. “Now answer the question.”

“Bossy much?” I grumble.

He spikes his eyebrows. “Difficult much? Do you want to get off or what?”

I tense, except this time, it has nothing to do with the thought of going further, and all to do with the dick that just gave a mighty twitch in my pants. Right next to where Will’s hand lays spread, giving away the answer for me.

“Obviously,” I bite out. “Who the fuck would say no to that?”

Will rolls his eyes. “So are you gonna trust me or not?”

I work my jaw, wondering why he’s so adamant about this. If it wasn’t so fucking annoying, I’d think it’s...sweet. And that just annoys me more.

I think about how he worded it. How he started with asking if I do trust him, but quickly changed it to will and are you gonna...

It twists something up inside me, because I realize...he really has no clue. No clue whatsoever how fucking hopeless I am when it comes to him.