Page 20 of Fate on the Ice

Pour into.

I think about that.

My mother and father never did that. They both focused and only cared about their careers and their extracurricular activities… those being other people to have sex with who weren’t one another.

My father usually when he was at away games, and in turn, my mother when he was at away games.

“I’ve never thought about that. So, you’re saying to maybe just pick something that is a good job and not necessarily a passion.”

Otto shrugs a shoulder, then his gaze connects to mine again, and it’s so intense that I have to hold my breath.

“Grace, hear me when I say this,” he begins. My back straightens slightly at his tone, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I wait for him to say what is on his mind.

“I’m not telling you a damn thing. You are your own person. You do whatever you want to do, whatever you need to do. If you want my help with any of it, you got it. But I’m not going to tell you anything at all.”

I don’t know how his words are supposed to make me feel, but they empower me. I’m not quite sure why, but for the first time in my life, I want to do this for me. Whatever this is, I’m not sure, but I want to do it. Yes, for him, but for me as well. I’ve never in my life felt this excited about the unknown.

OTTO

When dinner started, I wondered if I had fucked things up, or maybe I was too involved with how hot Grace was and didn’t really take into account that we might have absolutely nothing to talk about.

Thankfully, that didn’t last long, and the conversation got rolling rather quickly.

Now we’re heading back to our houses, and I can’t deny that I want to take her upstairs to my room and finish tasting her. Every single inch of her. Once I pull the car into my spot, I rest my wrist against the top of the steering wheel before I turn to her.

“I’m not ready for the night to be over,” she whispers.

My cock twitches at the implication.

I’m not sure she’s thinking along the same lines as I am, though. I feel like she’s not someone who just jumps into bed with a guy on the first date. But I could be wrong, and I’d be just fine with that, too, considering I can’t seem to get her off my mind and her taste off my tongue.

“I’m going to let you take the lead on what happens next,” I murmur.

Because I already know exactly what I want to do. And what I want is to be inside of her. I want to know what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like. I want to hear her little noises right before she comes. And I want to hear her screams when she does finally find her climax.

“Maybe a walk?” she asks.

It’s cute. She’s cute. So, a walk it is. Opening the driver’s door, I unfold from the seat and make my way around the car to open her door for her. Then I hold out my hand and wait for her to stand.

“You can walk in those?” I ask, looking down at her platform shoes.

“I can,” Grace murmurs.

Lacing my fingers with hers, I click the button to lock the door behind me. It’s dark, but a few light posts line the street. Our hands swing slightly as we begin to move, the sounds of the bugs the only noise around us.

“The stars are pretty,” she whispers. I hum, unsure of what to say exactly. This feels awkward.

“That asshole tried contacting you any other way?” I ask, thinking that may be the issue, what is making the talking part of us awkward. The physical isn’t so far, but the conversation seems to be stilted between us.

“He hasn’t,” she says, her fingers squeezing mine.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” I ask.

There is a moment of silence, and I wonder if she’s going to tell me to fuck off, but she doesn’t. Instead, she lets out a heavy sigh but doesn’t say anything immediately.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I say.

Suddenly, I feel guilty for asking her. I really don’t know how to do this relationship shit, and that’s what I want with her. Which is odd as shit, too. So, it’s probably me making things awkward more than her.

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