Page 28 of Shattered Mind

“We’re here,” he says, his voice raspy in the silence.

I nod softly, sitting up and reaching for the door handle. “Thanks for the lift.” I say before climbing out and hightailing it to the front door.

I don’t look back to see if he’s followed me. I don’t want a repeat of the last time he walked me to my door.

I close the door behind me and wait, listening for the sound of his truck pulling out of my driveway before releasing a long breath, my shoulders relaxing.

I don’t know what it is about Grayson that makes me hate him and want to fuck him in the same breath. My body feels like it’s in a constant state of arousal. Wound up tight and desperate for release. It doesn’t matter that he made me cum no less than an hour ago, it’s not enough.

I peel off my shoes and pad towards my bedroom, flicking on lights as I go.

I’ve never been comfortable in the dark. As a kid I had to have a night light at bedtime that I’m certain one of myparents would switch off once they knew I was asleep, but after they died my fear of the dark only worsened.

The first night I stayed at Savannahs house after her parents took me in, Amelia had switched off my lamp when I was sleeping, and I woke screaming in terror. They made sure to never leave me in the dark again after that night.

It’s gotten better as I’ve grown older, but I still tend to avoid darkness, in every sense of the word, as much as possible.

That’s what makes my interest in Grayson a mystery to me. Everything about him screams dark, even down to the clothes he wears. He hides in the shadows, whereas I thrive in the light. He craves the cover of night, while I bathe in the sun. He thinks he has everyone fooled, but I see him. I see the haunted look in his eyes. The invisible weight of whatever it is that plagues him bearing down on his shoulders.

The lost little girl inside of me resonates with him. Wants to fix him. Save him by helping him find the peace that Savannah forced me to find. But the other version of me, the stronger version, wonders whether he truly wants saving.

How long has he been hiding in the dark? Putting up this façade in front of his family to ease their worries and suspicions. Do they really not see beyond the lie? ‘Cause I saw it within five minutes of knowing the man.

My mind continues to wander as I turn on the shower and go about my nightly routine on autopilot. I lather soap all over my body and my skin tingles with need at the memory of Graysons calloused hands on my body mere minutes ago. The way his rough fingers felt against my centre as he teased me. The stubble on his jaw rasping against my neck as he whispered dirty words in my ear.

A small whimper escapes me, echoing in the empty shower as I close my eyes and imagine it’s Grayson touching me. That it’s him gripping the sponge as he gently washing between my legs, taking extra care on my most sensitive parts.

I imagine him leaning down and taking a hard nipple between his teeth, nipping it softly. My body buzzes with desperation, the steam from the shower causing a layer of sweat to bead on my skin.

I turn off the water and wrap a towel around myself, not bothering to dry off properly. I head straight to my bedroom and pull my trusty vibrator from the bedside table before losing the towel and laying on the bed.

I turn the vibrator on, and a soft hum fills the room as I drag it down my body, swirling it around each nipple before letting my legs drop open and placing it where my body craves it most.

Electricity pulses through me as I run the bullet through my folds, coating it in my wetness before pressing it against my clit.

My back bows of the bed at the sensation and I close my eyes, throwing my head back as pleasure shoots through my body. A moan escapes me and my hips writhe, chasing the release I so desperately need.

I bring the other hand up and pinch my nipple imagining it’s Grayson touching me, tasting me. I picture the hungry look in his eyes as he watches me fuck myself and it has me coiling tight, my release imminent. A cool breeze brushes my chest, heightening the sensation and I click the button on the vibrator to pick up the speed.

Within seconds I’m breathing uncontrollably, my legs shaking and my body glistening with sweat as I clutch the sheets and explode. I cry out into the empty bedroom as my insides clench around nothing.

I clamp my legs together, my toes curling as I keep the vibrator against my clit, prolonging the orgasm as my pussy clenches and my body shakes violently.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper-moan as my high begins to dissipate and my ears start to ring.

“Hm. Oh fuck, indeed.” A deep voice sounds in the entryway of my bedroom, and I let out a shrill scream as my eyes fly open once again to land on Grayson where he stands against the door frame, a look of raw desire in his eyes and an impressive bulge in his jeans.

I scramble to grab my towel from the floor, wrapping it around myself as I tuck my sex toy back into my bedside table. “What the fuck, Grayson?”

“I prefer the other way you said it,” he says, his eyes trailing over my damp skin openly.

“Said what? And how did you even get in here?Whyare you here? I thought you left.” I rapid fire as my heart batters against my rib cage and my cheeks flame with embarrassment.

Grayson Calloway just watched me get myself off to thoughts of him.

Fuck my life.

“My name. It sounds so much better when you moan it,” he says ignoring all my other questions.

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