Chapter 13

Chapter

Thirteen

GRACE

Otto wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I'm completely exhausted. I've never cuddled with a man before, not like this, but I can't imagine being anywhere else, either.

I belong in his arms.

They were made for me. They were curved and carved and created just for me.

It's the absolute last place I should be. In fact, I should have broken it off with him days ago. I didn't, and now I'm afraid I'm in a relationship with a man who cuddles, and there is no way around it.

And I don't want the cuddling to stop, either.

So, there's that.

Tipping my head back, I look up at him. He tilts his chin down and his eyes find mine. Resting my chin against his chest, I watch him for a moment in silence. He slides his hand up my back, tangling his fingers in my hair before he tugs my head back slightly.

His eyes focus on mine, and I'm not sure what I expect him to say, but it's not what he actually does.

"I like you a lot, Grace. I don't think I could ever let you go. I don't think I could live another day without you."

Otto dips his chin, then his mouth touches mine in a gentle brush of a kiss. He clears his throat as he breaks the kiss, lifts his head, and rests his forehead against my own. I can feel his breath wafting against my face, and goose bumps break out over my skin.

I want him to touch me again. To kiss me. To worship me.

"Sleep," he rasps.

I search his gaze then lower my head, and I do what he demands of me. I rest my cheek against his chest and close my eyes. My body is exhausted, sated, and completely at peace. I don't know if there is anything in this world that could be better than this moment.

I'd been dreaming of being with Otto for days, and then it happened, and it was better than I could have ever imagined. I want it to happen again. And again. Like he said, I want it to happen every single day.

Every single moment.

My heart races, and I sit straight up, gasping with a start. The room is bathed in darkness and filled with the sound of my panting breaths. I'm not sure what has caused me to wake up with a startle the way I did.

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.

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.