Page 82 of Untamed
Though they’re talking, Grayer’s eyes dart back to mine every few seconds. Like he’s making sure I haven’t gone anywhere. His words ring in my ears and food is suddenly the very last thing on my mind. It’s him. Just him. That hat, those eyes and that smile, all of it. I’m really not sure what to make of it. There’s something so different about him than I remember seeing in Ellensburg.
When I glance over at Haylee next, she’s laughing, flirting with Ty, and it’s nice to see her so relaxed after everything that went down with Tucker. This trip was definitely something we needed to take.
After we finish eating, Grayer sits a little closer, drinking slow and talking even slower, laid back and whispering words I’ve only dreamed of hearing, let alone believing, coming from him.
Dirty things. Like he thought of me the entire way to Decatur, and that he was pretty sure he’s been hard since he left me and all the things he wants to do to me. And more. He tells me he wants to fuck me, right now, in this bar, in front of all these people. It gets to a point where I’m about to beg him to do just that. “Okay.” I push against his shoulders. “This is getting out of hand.”
He laughs. “You teased me for days and I couldn’t touch you.”
“No, youwouldn’t touch me.”
“The law said I couldn’t.” And then he gives the nod to a door near the entrance and brushes his lips over the shell of my ear. “I wanna show you something.”
“Where?”
He tips his head, his brow scrunching. “Downstairs.”
I nod and he takes my hand. Downstairs could potentially mean a lot of things. But sadly, it’s actually downstairs. Like in the basement.
Please let there be a bed down there.
