CHAPTER 12
OLIVIA
M y legs are still shaking as I storm away from the bastard that’s just given me the best orgasm of my life with only his fingers. And then promptly destroyed my post-orgasm high with a simple look in his eyes.
Regret .
How fucking dare he pull me away from the handsome man offering me his undivided attention, into the dark hallway, fuck me senseless with his skilled digits, just to look at me with nothing but regret mere minutes after. And worst of all, I let him.
When did I become the woman that allowed a man to treat me that way? Yes, I fully intended to make Grayson jealous by dancing with Sam. And yes, I would’ve let him take me home. He’s a handsome, emotionally available man, and I’m entitled to let my hair down. But instead, I let Grayson fucking Calloway storm over and drag me away like a child about to be scalded.
I shake my head at myself as I collect my belongings and search for Savannah, the buzz from the alcohol fading fast.
I find her by the bar sucking face with Hunter and begrudgingly tap her on the shoulder, breaking them apart.
“I’m going home.” I say, pulling my coat on.
She eyes me questioningly, clearly able to see the rage in my eyes and I give my head a small shake, letting her know I’m not ready to talk about it. “Okay. Do you want me to take you?”
I open my mouth to turn down her offer when a gruff voice sounds behind me. “I’ll take her.”
My shoulders stiffen and I whirl on him. “Thanks, but no.”
Grayson glares down at me, his eyes dark and angry, all earlier signs of regret now gone. “I’m taking you,” he says, his tone indicating there’s no point in arguing with him.
I narrow my eyes at him before huffing and storming past him, my shoulder barging his as I go. “Fine.”
Savannah yells a good-bye while Hunter chuckles and I wave a hand over my head, not bothering to turn around in an attempt to avoid looking at Grayson as he follows silently behind me.
My body is vibrating with rage as I reach his truck, pull open the door and climb in before he has the chance to act like a gentleman and open the door for me. After the things he just did to me in that hallway, he’s anything but. I reach for the handle to pull the door closed just as he reaches me and blocks my attempt.
“What are you-” my question is cut off as he grips my face and slams his lips against mine.
His kiss is angry, punishing and I tense for half a second, ready to push him away, slap him, do something to stop him but my libido wins out and my body relaxes. I grip him by the back of his neck and pull him towards me, kissing him back with as much need and anger. A moan escapes me, and I internally curse the needy bitch within me for enjoying this more than I want to.
Grayson runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open for him as he plunges a tattooed hand into my hair, pulling slightly and deepening the kiss. He groans into my mouth and the vibration sends tiny electric currents through my blood directly to my clit.
The pulsing sensation forming between my thighs has reality crashing in, the memory of just moments ago in the bar, the look in his eyes after the lust wore off and I pull back, my chest heaving with strangled breaths.
Fuck him for drawing me back in with just a simple touch of his lips.
Grayson takes a step back, his breathing just as ragged as he looks at me with a mix of confusion and need. “Don’t do that again,” I say as I turn to face forward in my seat and pull my seatbelt on, effectively ending the moment.
I see him nod once in my periphery before taking a step back and slamming my door shut.
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The drive is spent in tense silence, the cab of Grayson’s truck filled with unspoken thoughts. I stare out the window unseeingly and it’s not until the streetlights begin to fade and the road beneath us becomes more uneven, that I realise he isn’t taking me home.
I turn to look at him for the first time with a frown. “Where are you going?”
His jaw clenches. “Taking you home.”
“My home is in the other direction.”
Now it’s his turn to frown. “I thought you were stayin’ at Hunter’s? ”
“I was, but now I’d like to go home. It’s also their engagement night,” I point out, not needing to explain why I’d rather not stay at Hunter’s house. I’ve had to endure enough of their nighttime shenanigans in the time that I’ve spent there as it is.
Grayson nods as though he understands before flicking on his indicator and making a U-turn back towards town.
We fall back into silence, less tense now some actual words have been spoken between the two of us and I relax back in my seat, my eyes becoming heavy from the warm air blasting through the vents of the truck.
I must doze off because before I know it, a calloused hand is stroking the hair back from my face and my eyes fly open, landing on the front of my house before slicing over to Grayson.
“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 my parents 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 facade 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? Why are 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.
“I didn’t moan your name, dickhead. Now how did you get in my house?” I demand, embarrassed and pissed off now.
He takes a menacing step towards me and I instinctively back up, my legs hitting the edge of the bed. “Found the hidden key.” He holds the small, gold key up between his fingers like he’s proud of the find.
“And you just thought you’d use it to break into my house and watch me?” I question in disbelief .
A rare smirk curls his lips, and my breath catches at the sight. “I wasn’t expecting you to be fucking yourself, but I must say it was quite the show.” Grayson takes another step towards me. “Tell me, were you imagining it was my hand between your legs when you came screaming my name?”
My cheeks flame and I push against his chest to get past him. “Fuck you, Grayson.” I spit and the bastard smiles. Not a handsome, endearing smile that would stop women in their tracks.
No, this smile is menacing. Predatory.
And I’m the prey.
I make it exactly one step away from him before a hand wraps around the back of my neck and I’m pulled backwards. I stumble slightly, but he catches me, spinning me around before once again, crashing his lips against mine.