CHAPTER 16
OLIVIA
I watch silently as Grayson smiles softly at the skinny white horse in the stall, the look on his face more peaceful than I’ve ever seen it.
He reaches into his pocket, pulling something out before sliding his hand back through the gap, his palm facing upwards. I watch in awe as the horse takes a tentative step forward, stealing the snack.
Grayson mutters a quiet, “good boy,” before repeating his action twice more. I stay hidden in the shadows next to the front doors and take in this surprisingly gentle side of him. The way his eyes light up a little more each time the horse takes another trusting step towards him. How his shoulders seem more relaxed, and the lines on his face less prominent.
It’s clear to anyone with eyes that this is Grayson’s element.
After several long minutes, he finally turns and his eyes lock with mine. Just like the horse, he takes tentative steps towards me, and my eyes roam his body, focusing on the taut muscles in his arms as he clenches and unclenches his fists in the pocket of his denim jeans.
My skin prickles with heat at the memory of the way his fingers dug into my hips as he pounded into me from behind, and I clear my throat, forcing my gaze back to his.
“You have a way with them,” I say, trying and failing to conceal the shake in my voice.
Grayson says nothing, continuing his approach before turning abruptly and disappearing into a room off to the left of the barn. I follow him, leaning a hip against the doorframe as he moves around the room. I allow myself a moment to take in the space that seems to be some kind of tack room. Bridles and saddles hang on the wall next to a small sink. Blankets and grooming supplies are tucked away into their respective places. There are buckets piled high in the corner and the smell of leather and hay is heavy in the air.
“What’s its name?” I ask.
Grayson pauses. “ He doesn’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 his time. 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.
Grayson runs his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling at it softly. “Suck it, Liv. Let me see these pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Oh, God.
I clench my thighs together, trying to ease the pulse that builds there, begging for release. I lean forward and run my tongue up the length of him, teasing the head of his cock before taking him into my mouth.
Grayson releases a harsh breath and grips the back of my hair as he hits the back of my throat. I hold him there, gagging slightly before pulling back and repeating the motion again.
“Fuck, Blue. Eyes on me.” The nickname and unrestrained arousal in his voice has my eyes finding his.
He watches me as I take him all the way in, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock and pumping at the same time.
My nipples harden against my shirt and every brush of the fabric has me losing a little more of the control I have. My eyes threaten to roll back at the sensation coursing through my body, but I keep them firmly on him, watching as the usually guarded man above me comes unravelled with every jerk of my head.
Saliva pools in my mouth, spilling from the corners, but I don’t stop. I suck him like it’s my life purpose, revelling in every grunt and moan that he lets free.
Grayson pulls back suddenly, tucking his dick back into his jeans and I pant, catching my breath. I look up at him, my brow furrowing in confusion at the unexpected loss.
“Wha-” I open my mouth to speak, but he cuts me off.
“Stand up.”
I want to protest. To mouth off, tell him to go fuck himself if he thinks I’m going to follow his demands like some kind of dog, but I don’t. Because this dominant side of Grayson turns me all the way on.
Instead, I stand on shaky legs, and I’ve barely straightened before Gray’s hand wraps around my neck and his mouth slams against mine in a bruising kiss.