Page 62 of Shattered Mind

GRAYSON

Liv climbs off my lap and pulls her jeans back on as I tuck my dick away, my limbs still shaking from the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

She was gonna leave me hanging.

I suppose I deserve it after all the times I’ve brought her to the edge just to pull back right before she fell over it. Watching her touch herself was a sight to behold. And, enough to bring a man to his fucking knees.

I was ready tobeg.

I have never lost control the way I do when I’m around Liv and I fucking hate it. Because I also love it. Everything ceases to exist the moment that woman puts her hands on me. Her touch is like a drug. It’s addictive and the scary part is, I don’t know if I’ll ever have enough.

If this is what it feels like to be addicted to something, then I never want to get clean. Because I can’t imagine there is anything out there that could offer me the same freedom that being buried inside of her does.

And that alone, fucking terrifies me.

I’ve tried to convince myself that we’re just using each other to fill a void since the day she threw the words at me but if I’m completely honest with myself, I think I knew from the moment her sky-blue eyes landed on mine that she would be my undoing.

“Where are we?” Liv’s voice penetrates my thoughts.

“We’re at the creek. There’s water just past those benches,” I say, nodding my head in the direction of the water.

Liv sits up straighter in her seat and squints her eyes as if she’s expecting the water to become visible in the dark night. “This is where Hunter brought Savannah on their first date?”

I shrug. “I’m not sure. This was his little hang out when he was a teenager so it’s possible.”

“You didn’t come here with him?”

I shake my head with a scoff. “No. He wouldn’t let anyone come here with him.”

“Were you always close with your brothers?” she asks, and I adjust my position in my seat to get comfortable.

“In some ways, yes. We’re all close in age, so we grew up alongside each other on the ranch, but we all had our own lives. Hunter spent most of his time with my dad. He had a lot to learn about what it takes to run a ranch, so making friends wasn’t high on his list of priorities. I had Rue. Noah had Killian. We’d all do our own things, but every now and then, the five of us would all hang out.”

“But you’re all so close now. What changed?” she asks, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

I look out into the darkness through the windscreen. “I think Rueben’s death sort of opened everyone’s eyes to how short and unpredictable life can be. Hunter and Noah started showing up at my house more after he died. I gave them hell the first few months. I didn’t want to see anyone.Killian was actually the only person I could tolerate in the beginning. He has been more of a silent support. He doesn’t say much. Doesn’t offer you empty promises and unsolicited advice, he just let you know he’s there if you need him and carried on.”

“Is that what he was doing that day outside the hospital?”

“Yeah,” I breathe as I think back to the day he helped me through a panic attack.

Liv is silent for a long time, and I decide to flip the conversation to her. “What about you?”

“What about me?” she asks, raising one brow.

“Have you always been this close with Savannah?”

Her face transforms with a genuine smile. “Since the day I met her. That girl is my soul sister.”

“That why you moved here with her?” I ask, curious to know exactly why she decided to pack up her life and follow her friend thousands of miles away from home.

“She’s my home. Her and Reign are my family. I love Savannahs parents to death and I’m grateful for everything they have done for me since my parents died, but I would not be here today, the woman I am, without Savannah Wilde.”

I search her face, seeing her in a totally different light. Liv always presents herself as the fun, bubbly girl that commands every one’s attention the moment she enters the room, but behind it all, she’s just a little girl that experienced the worst life had to offer at such a young age.

“Tell me about your parents,” I say, wanting to know more about the people who made this incredible woman.

“You want to know about my parents?” she asks, her tone full of confusion.

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