Page 133 of Frozen Hearts
“Five seconds,” I hear Grayson call from what sounds like the other side of the hedge.Fuck.
Mouth dry and hands shaking, I take off into the darkness. I rush past stalks of corn, barely feeling the hard soil beneath my socked feet as I try to keep as quiet as possible.
After several minutes, I slowly stop, breathing heavily as I spin in a circle. I’ve lost all sense of my bearings, and I can’t see over the crops to see the lights from the houses to tell where I came from.
Panic sets in as I spin in a circle, keeping one ear out for Grayson while I figure out which direction to move in.
Before I can make a decision, a large body crashes into mine, arms banding around me. “I caught myself a pesky little rabbit,” Grayson growls in my ear as I writhe and wriggle in his arms.
“Let me go!” I scream, trying to kick at his legs.
“Not before I teach you a lesson,” he snarls.
Tightening his arms, he lifts me off the ground, and I scream louder as I fight against him. I arch my back, trying to break his hold. The move presses my ass against his front, and I go still when I feel a stiff rod pressing into me.
Is he fucking hard right now?I should have known this sort of twisted game would be his kink.
Bending forward, he slams me into the ground, knocking the air from my lungs, and I hurry to turn onto my back, fighting back the fear and memories that begin to creep in from the shadows as he looms over me.
With every blink, his facial features shift. One minute it’s Grayson hovering over me, and the next it’s his father.
The past clashes with the present until I’m not sure what’s real and what isn’t.
“Please,” I beg.
Or maybe it’s my former self pleading.
With another blink, Grayson comes back into focus, and in a split second of panic, I lurch forward and press my lips to his. Desperate for something solid to ground me in the present.
Grayson remains unmoving, his lips hard as stone against mine. Regardless, it’s enough to quell the rising panic. To push the shadowy figures back into the darkness where they belong. However, as I go to pull away, his hand slides to the back of my head, holding me in place as his lips move over mine.
Now I’m the one paralyzed as his lips skate along mine, nipping in a demand for me to open, to surrender. On autopilot, I do, granting him entry as his tongue delves in, exploring in a rough, hasty manner, as though this is the one opportunity he will get, so he’s going to take everything he can.
As the shock slowly ebbs, my lips unlock until I’m returning his kiss with equal fervor. Each stroke of our tongues is like the clash of a sword. Neither of us willing to relent as we battle for dominance. He strikes, and I weave. I return, and he ducks. A war ensues. One in which neither of us will come out victorious because there can be no victor when the scars of our past remain a gaping wound festering between us.
My sweats are shoved down my legs, my panties hastily pushed aside and I feel him line up at my entrance a split second before he drives past the boundary. My entire body goes rigid, but I’m so wet that the resistance is minimal as he shoves his way inside.
“Fuck,” he grunts against my mouth, going still as I clench around him. Needing him to move more desperately than I need my next breath, I bite down hard on his lip, drawing blood that trickles into my mouth. Snarling, he fists my hair, yanking my head back as he begins to pump into me with long, hard thrusts that I can feel throughout my entire body.
I feel alive in a way I never have before.
My body goes taut, a feeling more intense than what I felt when I got myself off in front of Logan and darker than what I experienced beneath Royce’s touch is growing speed and building in momentum until it erupts through my nerves, chasing everything else into oblivion as I throw back my head and scream to the stars above.
I feel Grayson tense above me, his thrusts growing harsh and brutal. His eyes close, the muscles in his neck straining until I can see the pulsing of his artery before he goes still.
In the aftermath, our breaths fog up the air between us. Crickets chirp in the distance as the world seeps back into existence. And still, I continue to gaze into his face, committing every eyelash, every laugh line, every short hair of stubble to memory.
I suck in a gasp when his eyes snap open with a cold intensity, the heavy weight of his stare boring into mine before he pushes off me. Getting to his feet, he reaches down to grab a hold of my arm, yanking me off the ground. I scramble to pull up my sweats, conscious of our shared release dripping down my thighs.
Without saying a word, he frog-marches me back toward the house, standing guard as I wriggle through the hole in the hedge before hauling me up the back garden.
As we approach the house, Logan appears in the doorway, eyes wide. “What the hell happened?” he asks, eyes roaming over our dusty, disheveled clothing.
Instead of answering, Grayson shoves me into Logan’s arms. “Deal with her,” he snaps before storming off. And the second I hear his bedroom door slam shut upstairs, I fall apart.
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