All Chapters of The Gray Ranch: Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

MELISSA POV I blush as I watch Boyd order me a beer from the pretty bartender. I didn't have the courage to go order it myself and he had prevented me from embarrassing myself by volunteering. The second we stepped into this loud room, I felt small and out of place. I had practically wilted into his side like we were on a date. He had acted like a gentleman, though, and didn't make a big deal out of my closeness. Instead, he had led me to a table, told me to have a seat, and asked me what I wanted from the bar. Now I am sitting at the table chewing my bottom lip and trying not to seem too awkward or embarrassed. As Boyd begins to head back with my drink, I force myself to discreetly look around, and I am shocked to see that Boyd was right, the place is packed with ranchers from today's sale. Most of whom seem merry and engrossed in conversation with each other, but a few are sitting alone, drinking, looking beaten down. They are probably the ones who were outbid and are rethinking

BOYD POV I am glad my body is used to little to no sleep. I am awake and Missy isn't. I have the perfect chance of slipping out of here. I slide my jeans on and run a hand through my hair before grabbing my boots. I want to get out of here before Larry and Hank return. My smell has saturated the sheets on their bed so they will know I was here even if I am gone when they arrive, but at least I won't have to face them. I mainly want to leave so I can avoid the awkwardness of "the morning after" with Missy, but explaining to her packmates why I am sharing the room with her isn't ideal either. I tiptoe out of the hotel room while carrying my boots and exhale as soon as the door latches behind me. Missy didn't even move the entire time I was awake, and with luck, she won't remember a thing from the night before. I get down to my truck and drive the five minutes back to my rented round pen all while trying not to think about the blonde I left sleeping all alone. I get the horses taken

MISSY POV"Are you sure you are okay," I ask again as I follow behind. The two men in front of me are walking fast, and it is hard to keep up, which would normally piss me off, but my heart is feeling like it is being pinched, so I can't focus on being annoyed. Hank glances at Boyd again almost urging him to respond to me with more than one word, but Boyd ignores him. He grunts out, "I'm fine", and my cheeks begin to feel hot. I don't know why his brush-offs are hurting my feelings, but they are. I remember every moment from last night, and while I did embarrass myself, he didn't seem to be uninterested either. So why is he acting like I am some annoying girl who won't leave him alone? He practically has me racing after him on a gravel road.I trail my eyes over his body and a wave of longing fills me. It's as if he has is a magnet and I am a piece of slutty metal. I want to touch him again. I want him to look at me and grin as if he doesn't have a care in the world. I want him to a

MISSY POV I gasp as burning desire passes over my skin again. Everywhere that Boyd touches feels as if he is lighting my skin on fire. His big, rough hands against my flesh are absolute heaven, and I can't seem to catch my breath. "Beautiful," Boyd practically growls and I literally shiver with happiness before smiling at him. I can clearly see that his eyes are a blaze with desire for me as he looks over my body, but hearing him say it is so reassuring. "I wish I could see," I whisper and his eyes snap to mine before he rips his shirt from his body as if it were made of paper. "Whatever you desire, Missy. It is yours," he says in a gravely voice before his hand slides up my stomach to palm my breast again. A loud moan breaks past my lips and he smirks before kissing me. I reach for his pants and undo the button, but just before I can push down his zipper, his lips break from mine, and he hisses in pain. He leans away from me and tucks his injured arm back against his body