Page 29 of Fate on the Ice

I don’t know how this happened, especially how quickly, but thank fuck for it all. Because now that I have her, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Not fucking ever.

My fingertips sink into the skin at her hips. Straightening my head, I dip my chin, looking down at our connection. When I pull out of her body almost completely, I can’t take my eyes off the way she takes me.

It’s absolutely fucking beautiful.

Moving in and out of her, my hips thrusting, my fingers holding her body still, I watch as my cock stretches her. It looks like she’s going to rip in two, but I know she can take me. Although, I’m not as rough as I want to be with her right now. I’ll have to work her up to that, and I will

Imagining her taking me hard and fast, no fucks given, wild and sweaty, I begin to move faster—harder. Watching as my cock grows wetter with each downstroke, I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight.

My hips move faster, and I decide that I need to come quickly. Not just because I’ve got to get to work but because my control is hanging on by an already unraveling thread.

“Please, Otto,” Grace whimpers. “Harder.” Her last word comes out on a moan, and that’s the moment my entire control vanishes.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I pull her ass back. Her skin slaps against mine. I watch as her ass bounces with each thrust. I use her body to jack my cock, knowing that she is close again.

“Fuck yes,” I grind out. “Come again, honey.”

I’m gripping her so tightly that I know she’s bound to have bruising there, but I don’t give a shit. I want my marks on her body. I want to see her at work, at dinner, anywhere, and know that my marks are beneath her clothes.

Moving hard and fast, I bury myself and come at the same time. Her head flies backward, and she moans. It’s deep and throaty. It’s perfection, just like her. I can feel her pussy pulse against my cock.

My body twitches as I come down from my release. Grace’s muscles turn to absolute honey, melting as she comes back from wherever she was. Releasing my grasp on her, I pull out of her body and lie on my back, catching my breath as I stare at the ceiling.

Grace looks up at me. Reaching out, I cup her cheek, my thumb sliding across her bottom lip. “I want that every morning,” I murmur.

She smirks, her gaze searching mine, and then she leans over and touches her mouth to the corner of mine. My heart squeezes. My balls ache even though they’re empty. The simple touch of her lips anywhere on my flesh, it’s perfection—every single time.

“I like the sound of that,” she moans, moving her face down, touching her lips to my chest, and then, just a few short moments later, she’s completely out.

I wish I could fall asleep with her, but as I slip out of bed, I know I’m already going to be late as it is. I could stay in bed with her all day long and forget the rest of my life. But I can’t do that even if I want to.

Hockey is my life, too, and I can’t abandon that, even if I’m falling completely in love with Grace.

Chapter

Fourteen

GRACE

I need to tell both my father and Otto about one another.

I’m just not sure how.

Each day that passes, it becomes harder and harder to do. Then there’s the fact that I keep getting text messages from Hayze. I know they’re from him, and even though his number has been blocked, I know he’s figured out another way to contact me.

This unknown number is him.

I’m not sure what he wants from me. It’s not as if we had a great love affair or anything. He used me to pass a class, and then he used my body for gratification.

I hate him.

Everything about him.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this angry with anyone before.

I also want to tell Otto about the calls, but I don’t want him to get angry and do anything that could jeopardize his position. His place on the team is his life. He’s worked harder for it than he has for anything else—probably harder than anyone I know has worked for something.

My phone buzzes in my pocket as I walk into the back of the salon to start a load of laundry. The number of towels they go through in this place is, without a doubt, insane. I don’t mind laundering them, though.

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