Page 36 of Shattered Mind

Her body relaxes and I pull back before slamming home once more with a force that has Liv’s body shifting against the bench.

I keep my movements slow, giving myself the chance to savour the moment because this will be the last time I’m inside Olivia Donahue. This will get her out of my system, once and for all.

I reach forward, pulling her t-shirt over her head and revealing her perfectly pert tits. I suck a pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking on it slightly before giving the other one the same attention.

Liv’s moans become frustrated, needy. “Gray, please.” She cries.

“Please what?” I torment; my mouth still wrapped around her nipple.

“Please move. I need more.” She whimpers, and I straighten, gripping her hips.

“Put your arms above you and hold onto the edge of the bench.” She does exactly that and I pull out of her slowly before bottoming out, our skin slapping together with bruising force.

Liv cries out, throwing her head back as she white knuckles the edge of the bench to keep from sliding upwards. I piston my hips over and over as my breaths become ragged and my balls begin to tingle with the familiar approach of an orgasm.

I reach a hand between us and press my thumb against her swollen clit, circling the bud roughly as my movements become choppy and frantic.

“Fuck, fuck, oh God,” Liv chants as I continue my assault on her pussy. My vision blurs at the edges as I watch her lose control beneath me, her body writhing desperately as she searches for release.

“Let go, Blue.” I say, my voice hoarse as I lean forward and bite down on a nipple, sending her over tumbling over the edge.

Her back bows as she cries out, her pussy clamping down on me with a force that has me seeing stars. My balls draw up tight and I still, my release spilling from me.

Liv’s body shakes beneath me, and I collapse against her, our chests heaving, skin slick with sweat as we come back down to earth.

Several minutes pass before I regain feeling in my legs, and I stand, sliding out of her with a wince and removing the condom. I throw it away and move to the small sink inthe corner, washing my hands as Liv dresses silently behind me.

The air prickles with awkward tension as we each go about our business. For the second time in twenty-four hours, I find myself searching for the right way to tell her this can’t happen again.

Normally I would have no problem telling a woman how it is, but Liv isn’t just any woman. She’s Savannahs best friend, my future niece or nephew’s auntie. And I have respect for her. I’m not sure how long I stand there with my hands under the water, but as I turn around to dry them, Liv is right there.

“It was a bit of fun, Gray. Don’t think too much.” Liv smiles at me softly, before turning to leave. She pauses at the door and looks at me over her shoulder. “You should name him Casper.”

And then she’s gone.

I stand in the same spot for what feels like hours, staring at the empty doorway, and the only thought in my mind is: no matter how much I try, I will never get Olivia Donahue out of my system.

***

I watch Casper roam the empty paddock, familiarising himself with his new surroundings. It took days of several attempts, and a lot of treats to gain his trust enough for him to allow me to move him from the barn out here.

For me to get anywhere with him, I needed him out of the barn and in the open so that I can get him ready to be moved up to the main barn with the other horses eventually.

Right now, he’s unpredictable. Which is why I haven’t attempted to get any closer than I needed to be to simplymove him, but over the next few days I plan to test his limits on human contact.

I decided to go with the name Liv had suggested before disappearing from the tack room the other night. A small laugh had left me when I’d returned to the stall and taken another look at the grey-white horse it housed. Honestly, it’s the perfect name for him, and I don’t know how I didn’t come up with it myself.

I haven’t seen her since that night. Every time I’ve been into Bella’s Café it’s been her day off or I’ve conveniently just missed her, and any time she comes to visit Savannah, she manages to avoid me like the plague.

It’s probably for the best anyway. It’s easier to keep my hands off her if she’s out of reach. My mind on the other hand, won’t let me forget the way her skin feels under my fingertips, or the way the blue in her eyes becomes almost white against her dark pupils when she’s turned on.

Every time her face pops into my mind unbidden, my dick reminds me just how much he enjoys the company of the woman with midnight hair and a smart-ass mouth.

A smart-ass mouth that sucks dick like a porn star.My subconscious reminds me.

After I returned home that night, an idea had entered my head. I quickly shook it off, but the more days that pass without catching a glimpse of the woman I’m slightly obsessed with, the more I start to think that the idea wasn’t that crazy after all.

Only problem is, she’s avoiding me.

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