Chapter 15

Chapter

Fifteen

GRACE

Watching him, I wait for him to say something. His eyes are wide, his lips are parted, and he just stares at me. I know he's shocked. I know I've said something upsetting. I know he probably feels betrayed.

I just hope he doesn't break up with me here and now. I'm not sure I wouldn't if the tables were turned.

"Your father is Coach Burns," he says, repeating my words.

"He is," I whisper. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."

Otto clears his throat and presses his lips together. He nods his head as if he's made a decision, but I decide to continue talking. I know I'm rambling, but I'm scared of his response. Terrified really.

"Does this change things?" I ask when he doesn't say anything immediately. "He's my father. We aren't close, but he's my father nonetheless. I don't know what he's going to say about it. But I don't care what he does. I'm falling for you, Otto. All the way over the edge of a cliff— I'm falling ."

Otto reaches out and wraps his fingers around mine, his eyes focused on my own and nowhere else. They are searching, and I don't know if he's looking for the words he wants to say, and when he finds them, I'm not sure if they're going to make me or break me.

Holding my breath, I wait for him to speak. When he does, that's when it all comes out in a whoosh.

"Your father could own the Carolina Fury, and I wouldn't give a fuck. It's you for me, Grace. Hopefully, that doesn't mean I get put up on the chopping block for a trade, but if it does, I don't give a fuck."

My heart slams against my chest as I nod my head, and my lips curve up into a smile. "And if you get traded, I'll follow you, Otto. Wherever you go."

He releases his grasp on my hands to cup my cheek and leans forward. I feel his lips against mine, then his tongue runs along the seam of my mouth as he tastes me. "You won't have to follow me," he rasps against my mouth. "Because you'll be at my side. Never behind me."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I never want to let you go."

He leans back slightly, his eyes looking directly into mine. They practically sparkle. I'm not sure what it means, but then he speaks to me, and when he does, there is what I would call pride in his voice.

"It's me who doesn't deserve you, Grace. You are a goddamn dream come true. I didn't think you were possible."

I didn't think it would be possible to be called a dream, to be any man's dream. But Otto is saying just that, and it makes me want to run away with him right now. Could we avoid it all and just run away?

That is such a Grace thing to do. It's exactly what I did with school. I got in trouble, and I ran. Granted, I think this was the best running I've ever done. I ran from my very own nightmare into the arms of a dream.

Now that my running has led me to Otto, I cannot imagine what I was doing with Hayze. Why I thought that he was special in any way, I do not know. Because he's nothing but a user, and judging by his harassing texts, an abuser—at least mentally. Was my self-esteem so low that I just gave up? Because that's what being with Hayze was… giving up.

"You ready for dinner?" he asks.

My stomach growls before I can answer. Otto chuckles and releases me. I watch as he pushes the car door open, then unfolds from the vehicle. Staying where I am, I continue to watch as he jogs around the front of the car and then opens the passenger door for me.

Shifting my legs to the side, I place my feet flat on the pavement and stand. Otto wraps his arm around my waist, tugging me against him. I place my palms against his rock-hard chest and can't help but let out a little whimper.

I love being near him, and right now, I'm wondering if I'm hungry for food or if I'm hungry for something else. Otto lowers his chin, his face moving closer to mine. His lips touch mine, his tongue slips inside of me, and he tastes me completely and wholly.

He shifts his head back slightly, his lips curved up in a grin. "Food first, honey."

"Otto," I say, trying to sound like he's ridiculous, but at the same time, I'm clenching my thighs together.

"Food, Grace," he repeats. "Sustenance, and then I'll have the energy for later tonight. Because we're going to celebrate."

"Celebrate?" I ask.

He grins, reaching out for my hand before he gently tugs me toward the front of the restaurant. "Yeah, celebrate the fact that you're my woman. We're official, and now you just have to tell your father about us. I'm going to call my mother tomorrow to tell her about you, too. I don't want to pretend that you aren't the most important thing in my life."

My heart stops beating in my chest. My feet keep moving, almost as if they're on autopilot. I am the most important thing in his life. I can't even imagine. I fall deeper into him at this exact moment.

OTTO

Rolling to the side, I wrap my arm around Grace's stomach and pull her closer to me. We're naked. Our night of celebrating was fucking amazing, and I can't seem to keep my hands off her. I'm not ready to end the celebration yet. All I needed was a little power nap.

Gliding my fingers between her legs, I touch my lips to the side of her neck as I begin to play with her warm center. I swirl my fingers around her clit, then slide them through her folds. I hear her moan and feel the way her hips shift before she wakes up.

Her arm reaches behind me, her fingers curling around the back of my neck as she lifts her leg, hooking it behind my thigh as she spreads herself for me. Fuck , I wish I were on her other side so I could watch her pink pussy grow wetter with my touch.

Her back arches as she presses her ass against my cock and rolls her hips, moving against my fingers. Grace whimpers as she turns her head, and I feel her lips against the underside of my jaw. Her tongue snakes out as she tastes me there.

"I want you inside of me," she breathes. "I ache, Otto. I need to feel you."

I could come at this exact moment from her words alone. She continues to roll her hips against my cock as it nestles between the cheeks of her ass. Closing my eyes, I force myself to stop touching her. I want her on top of me. I want to touch, play, watch her tits as they sway while she moves above me.

I lie on my back, and Grace quickly climbs on top of me. I watch in awe as she wraps her fingers around the base of my hard cock and aligns her center with the head of my dick. Then she slowly sinks down, taking me inside of her.

Her head falls backward when I'm fully seated inside of her. At the same time, my fingers grip her hips.

"Stay just like that," I breathe, my eyes shifting to her breasts.

They're absolutely gorgeous and inviting. Waiting for me to touch them. Releasing her hips, I cup her tits, feeling their weight in my palms. When I slide my thumbs along her nipples, she whimpers before she speaks.

"I need to move."

"No," I grind out through my clenched jaw. "Stay just like that and feel me inside of you, honey."

"So good," she sighs.

Grace straightens her head. Her gaze flicks down at me as I begin to play with her tits. Pinching her nipples, I gently tug on them. Then I use my thumbs to massage them before I pinch and tug again. A light sheen of sweat breaks out over her body, and at the same time, goose bumps appear, and she trembles.

"I need to move, Otto."

"Not yet, Grace. Stay still and just feel. Let that feeling grow. I want you to be on the edge of an orgasm, ready to tip over before you move. Be my good girl, honey."

One of my hands leaves her tits and slides down her center until I find her clit with my thumb. Grace's entire body jolts as soon as I touch her there. Rubbing my fingers against her sensitive bud, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, unable to look away from her.

Her lips part, her eyes widen, and she gasps. "I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold on," Grace exhales. "I need to move. It hurts."

"Just a few more seconds, honey." My thumb begins to move harder and faster against her clit. I can feel her climbing closer to the edge, and I know that when she comes, it's going to be huge.

Her hips buck ever so slightly as she attempts to control herself. It's fucking beautiful. I watch as her chest rises and falls rapidly, her panting breaths growing louder and more intense with each passing moment.

"Okay, honey. Fuck me."

And she does. Hard. Her body moves, her hips buck, and her tits sway. Gripping her waist loosely, I don't try to control this moment. All of this is for her to take from me and to find her satisfaction. I'll get my own, no worries on that. I could have come before we even started.

It doesn't take her long, just a few bucks of her hips, before she cries out softly, almost a whimpering noise, as she comes. I feel her cunt squeeze me, almost strangling my cock, and then my balls draw up.

I come inside of her.

She draws it out of me right before she collapses against my chest. She buries her face in my neck as she attempts to catch her breath.

Wrapping my arms around her back, I hold her close to me as I attempt to catch my own breath. Fucking hell, this woman is my dream in about a dozen different ways. I just hope her lunch with her father today doesn't ruin this.

This moment, this woman, this life is perfect right now.