Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 150968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 503(@300wpm)
There’s so much I don’t know about him. He doesn’t speak a lot; he’s rather quiet and aloof. He doesn’t have my friends, except for Oaklynn. At lunch, if he’s not with her, he’s alone, sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, with a book in his hand.
I know he likes to read. I always find him with a new book in hand. It seems he doesn’t care much about sports. I’ve seen the basketball captain trying to recruit him numerous times, but he always politely refuses. Even the football team wants Grayson to join. With his build and height, he would be unstoppable on the field.
But Grayson Hale is a loner. A bossy, handsome loner.
I know, even boys like him have secrets. I wonder if his secrets are as dark as mine.
“I’ve never given any girl a ride before,” he finally responds after a long minute of silence. I notice the way his gaze slides over to me quickly, taking in my reaction before he goes back to looking at the road.
I can’t help the way my heart goes pitter-patter. “I’m the first?”
“You are the first,” he confesses, his voice dropping low.
I don’t know why…but I like that. I’m not supposed to be feeling this kind of way: the warmth in my chest or the fluttering in my stomach. But Grayson seems to have an undeniable hold on me and my reactions to him are unexpected.
Grayson is not a rash driver. He’s calm behind the wheel, both attentive and patient. Responsible. We don’t talk for the rest of the drive, so I take the time to study him. His stubbled jaw, long lashes, brown eyes and full lips. There’s a tiny slit in the corner of his right eyebrow. It makes me wonder how he got it. Was he injured badly? Did it hurt for a long time?
When Grayson turns into my driveway, he finally breaks the silence.
“You’re staring.”
“You do it too,” I accuse without any heat.
“I do it in a less obvious manner.”
I shake my head, grinning. “You only think that. It’s very obvious to me.”
“I like to study people.” Grayson pulls to a stop in front of the front gates and cuts the engine. He turns his body toward me, leaning his forearm against the steering wheel. “There’s a lot you can learn about someone when they don’t think you’re looking. What’s your excuse?”
Oh shit, busted. What’s my excuse? Well…
“I’m just merely curious.”
“You’re curious about me? Why?” He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for my response.
Because you’re different…and mysterious.
Because you’re kind. You make me feel…warm. And safe.
Because I think…
“You’re too quiet,” I tell him instead.
Grayson stares at me, his gaze intense and thoughtful. The seconds tick by and he still doesn’t speak. After a minute, I swallow and clear my throat nervously. “Thank you for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I open the door, but his gruff voice stops me before I step out of the car. “I’ll take your curiosity instead of judgment, Riley. I prefer that.”
“A lot of people judge you?” I ask softly, even though I already know the answer.
“Isn’t it the same for you?”
His question has me inhaling sharply. “Yes.”
It seems that we’re alike, Grayson and me.
That’s why he sees me.
And I think…it’s why I feel drawn to him.
I get out of the car and close the door behind me. “It looks like it’s going to rain, so thank you for the ride.”
Grayson simply nods. “It’s no problem.”
I watch as he drives away, with my heart squeezing in my chest. I don’t understand what this feeling is — what it means, but somehow…it doesn’t feel wrong.
***
I let out a groan of annoyance, slapping the bed with my palm and then turning over on my side. I couldn’t focus on my essay earlier. So I thought maybe reading would clear my mind. But I made the mistake of picking up the smuttiest book I’ve ever read so far. Lila was right about that orc dick and the buckets of cum.
So now, the ache between my legs is back, and my body is sexually frustrated. Ugh, I hate this! No matter how many times I try masturbating, it just doesn’t work. I can’t find my release, and afterward, I feel empty and unsatisfied.
My clit throbs and feels swollen as I reach over and grab my pillow. I press it between my legs, my eyes squeezing shut as I rock my hips back and forth. Desperately trying to alleviate the pulsing ache.
Pushing a hand between my thighs, I shove my panties aside, and my fingers graze my folds. I find my swollen nub, pressing and rubbing against the bundle of nerves. I grind against the pillow, trying to find a rhythm that suits me.
The friction almost has me losing my mind, but it still isn’t…enough. It’s never quite enough. There’s always something missing, like I’m chasing for something that’s not there.