Page 57 of Fate on the Ice

Sliding one up the center of her chest, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat. The other hand, I slip down and find her clit. She whimpers as soon as I make contact with her beautiful, swollen nub.

She continues to roll her hips, her head falling backward, her throat fully exposed. I squeeze my fingers a little tighter, feeling her pussy flutter around my dick. I focus my attention on her clit, trying to bring her toward her orgasm.

I want to feel her cunt squeeze me. I want to hear her scream. I want her wetness to cover me. I want it all, every inch of her because I fucking love this woman. Her moans fill the room. They’re soft mewls—they’re beautiful, just like her.

“Come all over me, honey.”

Her hands slide up her torso, her fingers gripping her breasts as she squeezes. My fingers flex around the front of her throat at the same time. My others continue to rub firm circles against her clit.

She comes.

Then I come, her pussy clenching around me, pulling it out of me without warning. It’s fucking perfect. Just like my Grace. Goddamn perfection. If I ever had to give up the game, I know I would be happy because I would have her.

But hopefully, I never have to give it up.

GRACE

I collapse against his chest and bury my face in Otto’s neck as I attempt to catch my breath. Fingers gently glide up and down my spine, stopping at the top of my neck, then at the base of my back before gliding back up and down.

His chest is rising and falling with his breaths as he attempts to catch them and calm down. I do the same. Though I’m not sure how long it’ll take me. I feel as if I’ve run five miles. My body is happily exhausted from the energy just spent and the orgasm that slid through me.

“I’d like to meet your family before the wedding,” I whisper as I lift my head and look into his eyes.

His hand slides up my spine, his fingers curling around the back of my neck. “We’d have to go to Canada. My mother doesn’t travel. But they’d like that.”

My lips twitch into a smile. “Does this mean we get to have a wedding in Canada?” I ask.

He blinks, then he lets out a chuckle. “I guess that’s what it means. You’d like that?”

Laughing softly, I bend slightly and brush my mouth across his. “You, your family, and our friends. Those are the only people I care about being there.”

He wraps his arms around me, then rolls me over so I’m on my back, his hips fitting between my thighs, although in the movement, our connection is lost, and I instantly miss it. I want him back there, always.

“We haven’t talked details, but I want you to know that you are free to include any of your family, Grace.”

My heart squeezes. This man is perfection. He cares about me, not just my body, but my soul. I didn’t think men like this existed. He’s all man, a strong athlete who I know takes no shit in the rink, but he’s also all fluff on the inside—at least for me.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” I whisper. “All I care about is you, Otto.”

He lowers his head and rests his forehead against mine. “And I only care about you, Grace. Are you going to be okay with your family not being there? I don’t want you to have any regrets. Not ever. Not about anything.”

I cup his cheeks as I let out a sigh. He lifts his head, his eyes searching mine as he waits for my response. I don’t know if I’m thinking along the right lines. I don’t know if what I’m thinking is wrong.

“I could never regret even a moment with you, Otto. My parents have made their stances in my life very clear. They don’t really want to be involved, and I’ve come to terms with that now. I’m at peace with it. I have you and all the people around us. It’s more love and support than I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

His scar is still red. I can feel the extra skin beneath my palm, but it’s beautiful to me, and that will never change. Gliding my thumb along the skin beneath his eye, I continue to look up at him.

“I love you, Otto. I know what I want, and it’s you. Everything else will fall into place the way it is meant to be.”

His lips curve up into a grin. “You by my side, it’s all I’ll ever need, honey. I love that you want to include my family and our friends. It’s what makes me adore you even more than I already do, something that I didn’t think possible.”

Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I tug on my skin before releasing it as I look up into his eyes. “I don’t deserve you, Otto. But I’m going to hold on to you with both hands because you were made for me.”

He chuckles then clears his throat. “It’s you, Grace. I don’t deserve an ounce of your goodness. But you were made for me. There could never be anyone else for me.”

I watch as he pushes up, straightening his arms, then rolls onto his back. He lets out a heavy sigh as he slides one of his arms beneath my back and curls it, bringing me to his side. Slipping my arm around his waist, I rest my cheek against his chest, where I fall asleep with ease.

My sleep is dreamless.

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