Page 28 of Fate on the Ice

Looking around, I try to find the source of whatever has woken me. I don’t find anything immediately, but then my phone lights up. Shifting my gaze over to the nightstand, where it’s sitting on the charging pad, I frown.

Nobody I know would ever text me at… three in the morning. And honestly, I don’t know very many people who would text me at all whatsoever, let alone at this time. Reaching out with trembling fingers, I wrap them around my device and pick it up, bringing it in front of my eyes.

It’s a text message, but not from just anyone. The number says unknown, but the message is from someone very well known.

UNKNOWN: YOU THINK THAT NEW GUY YOU’RE FUCKING IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU?

UNKNOWN: NOBODY CAN PROTECT YOU.

UNKNOWN: YOU AREN’T HIS. YOU’RE MINE.

I chew on my bottom lip as I stare at the phone, wondering if Hayze is going to pop out of it and scare me. Maybe attack me. I know he can’t, but it doesn’t make me any less scared. Because I know now that this man has followed me. He knows where I am. He’s been watching me.

Shifting my gaze over to the side of the bed, I see Otto there, sleeping beside me. He twitches slightly, his leg jumping on the bed. He’s lying there, none the wiser to the threatening message I received.

And I’m not sure I want him to be.

The way he answered the call, then blocked the number, I think it would piss him right off.

I place the phone back on the charging pad before I slip down back into bed, resting my head on the pillow, but I don’t sleep.

Instead, I lie there and stare at the ceiling, wondering if he’s going to contact me again, but mostly wondering where he’s been hiding and watching me. That part really freaks me out the most.

OTTO

Rolling to my side, I reach out, wrapping my arm around her waist and hauling Grace toward me. She comes easily, her ass pressing against my cock. With a grunt, I try to keep my dick at bay, but it’s no use. It begins to twitch.

I don’t have time this morning. I know I need to get up and get ready for practice. But where I really want to be is right here—nowhere else.

Guiding my hand up the center of her belly, then her chest, between her tits, I curl my fingers around the front of her throat. Grace turns her head slightly, touching her lips against the underside of my jaw.

Sliding my thumb along her own jawline, I hold her close to me. Then she lifts her leg, hooking her foot around the back of my thigh, spreading herself for me.

It’s bold of her, something I didn’t think she would be yet. We’ve only been together for one night, but I’m glad she’s comfortable with me. I want her to be. My fingers dance their way from her throat to her center.

She lets out a heavy sigh, then whimpers against my skin. When my fingers slip inside of her, she cries out softly. Curling my fingers inside of her, I press my palm against her clit and keep my fingers buried inside of her wet cunt.

Her hips jerk, and my lips curve into a smile.

I want her to come again. Even though I don’t have time for this, I still need it. Need her. Grace’s hips buck and my smile grows. Moving my fingers in and out of her, I feel her soft, wet heat, and I want nothing more than to be inside of her.

I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

Right now, I’m seconds away from completely losing control. It’s slipping with every curl of my fingers, every lift of her hips against my palm, and every soft whimper. Her breathing begins to turn into pants, then I feel her pussy flutter around my fingers.

She’s close.

I need her to come like I need breath.

Then it happens. Her body begins to tremble, and I feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers that are buried deep inside of her. I close my eyes, groaning, because I want my cock to be squeezed by her cunt, not my fingers.

When her breathing becomes calmer, I touch my mouth to her temple, then slip my fingers from inside of her. Rolling her onto her stomach, I move behind her, grasping her hips before I tug them backward.

She gasps as soon as I bury myself inside of her with one thrust. I know she’s wet enough and ready for me, her body primed and waiting. I close my eyes, and my head drops backward.

Grace feels amazing. Her body was made for me. It doesn’t matter who she was with before because there will never be another. She makes me feel whole. I didn’t realize what I’d been missing. But I’ve been missing quite a lot.

There is Grace for me and nobody else—ever.

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