Page 34 of Shattered Mind

Grayson pauses. “Hedoesn’t have a name yet. He’s not been here long.”

“The previous owner didn’t name him?”

He gives a firm shake of his head. “No.”

“Oh,” is all I can think to respond, and an awkward silence ensues.

Grayson unsettles me. The way he can be so hot one minute, pressing me up against a wall and giving me an orgasm so powerful I could see stars. To then pulling away so abruptly it left me questioning if I’d imagined the entire thing. How he dropped me off home without so much as an apology, only to break into my house less than an hour later and fuck me senseless.

I’m not even sure why I followed him in here after the way he spoke to me in the kitchen earlier, but curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see where he spends histime. See if that guard he has built sky high drops when he’s in his comfort zone.

Clearly feeling the tension hanging between us in the heavy silence, Grayson releases a long, harsh breath and turns to me. “What are you doing in here, Liv?”

I shrug. “Just wanted to see where you spend your time. Maybe learn something,anything,about Grayson Calloway.”

“And did you?” He asks, placing the saddle brush he’s holding on the wooden work bench and leaning against it. He crosses his arms across his chest and my eyes drop, briefly distracted by the way his muscles tighten.

“Did I what?” I ask distractedly.

Jesus Christ, my mouth is watering. He’s not even doing anything, and suddenly I’ve lost all train of thought.

What were we talking about?

“Did you learn anything?” Grayson’s gravelly voice interrupts, and my eyes snap up to his, finding humour hidden in his dark irises.

He knows what I was thinking just now. And the bastard’s smug about it.

“I learned that you’re better with horses than humans.”

He takes a step towards me, and I suck in a small breath. “Horses are easier to deal with. What else did you learn?”

It’s getting hotter in here. It has to be.

“Um… that this is where you find peace,” I stammer quietly.

Grayson pauses, his eyebrow raising in surprise. “I guess you’re right.”

A small sense of pride fills me as we stare at one another. “Anything else?” He asks, resuming his approach.

Words fail me as his intoxicating scent consumes the space between us, and I shake my head. “No.”

“Hm. Now, what’s the real reason you followed me out here, Liv?” He’s standing only inches away now, his hulking form crowding me, overloading my senses.

I swallow. His eyes land on my throat, and I swallow again, liquid heat crawling throughout my body like lava as his eyes roam me.

I really didn’t follow him out here for anything more than to get some insight on him as a person, but now my brain has other ideas.

Ideas that involve me, that bench in the corner, and being bent over it.

Somewhere beneath the loud thumping in my ears, is a voice telling me that this is a bad idea. That I shouldn’t let this man touch me again after the way he’s disregarded me twice already, but the ache between my thighs and the memory of his mouth there drowns out all rational thoughts.

Before I can overthink it, I drop to my knees in front of him, making my intentions crystal clear. Grayson remains stoic, his features not giving anything away and for one horrifying moment, I think he’s going to reject me.

But then he takes another step towards me and grips my chin, forcing my eyes up to his.

“Take my dick out, Liv.” He demands hoarsely, and I reach a shaky hand out, unbuckle his belt and do exactly that.

I marvel at the length of him, testing the weight of his dick in my hand before pumping him. Once. Twice.

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