Chapter 27

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

OTTO

I feel something against the side of my throat, then my shoulder, then my chest, all the way down to my… my eyes open wide, and I suck in a breath, looking down to see my woman wrap her mouth around the head of my cock.

Rocking up on my elbows, I look down my chest to find her messy blonde hair and her wide eyes looking up at me as she begins to bob up and down on my length. Her hand slides up my chest, stopping in the middle. Her ring is on display. It sparkles. It looks damn good on her finger.

Damn good.

I wrap my fingers around hers, and my thumb slides across the ring, feeling it against my skin. I love her. This woman. And soon, she is going to be my wife. Soon.

Her mouth bobs up and down along my length. It feels so good, and I'm still half-asleep. I could come in an instant. I could come down her throat and fall back asleep, my whole body satisfied.

But I don't. Because that shit would not be right. My woman needs her own satisfaction. And since I'm the only man who can and will ever give it to her again, I better do that before we fall back asleep.

Her tongue is warm, her mouth fucking perfect as she moves up and down along my length. She sucks, wrapping her fingers around the base of my dick. She moves up and down, her eyes never leaving mine.

I think that's the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world.

I slide my hand from hers and tangle my fingers through her hair, gripping the strands as I take over. I move her mouth along my length. I watch as she shifts up and down, lifting my hips so I go a little farther down her throat with each thrust.

Then I stop.

I gently guide her off my length. "I'm going to come," I murmur.

"That's kind of the point," she says with a smirk as she uses her index finger and thumb to wipe the excess saliva off her mouth. Without a single word of instruction, she climbs up my body and straddles my thighs.

Wrapping my fingers around my dick, I steady myself as she begins to lower herself, taking me inside of her body. Gripping her hips, my fingers dig into her flesh as I hold her down. I'm fully rooted inside of her, closing my eyes at the sensation of her body wrapped snuggly around my own.

I feel her palms press against my chest as she looks down into my eyes. "I love you, Otto Larsson," she whispers.

"Fuck me," I grind out. "I love you more than you could ever imagine, Grace. Take me slowly and fuck me, honey. Fuck me nice and slow."

She does just what I ask, her hips rolling. It's beautiful. She's beautiful. I didn't think sex could be this way, not until I did it with her. It's soul-consuming, the way she feels. I grip her harder but try not to take over.

But I have to do something with my hands.

Sliding one up the center of her chest, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat. The other hand, I slip down and find her clit. She whimpers as soon as I make contact with her beautiful, swollen nub.

She continues to roll her hips, her head falling backward, her throat fully exposed. I squeeze my fingers a little tighter, feeling her pussy flutter around my dick. I focus my attention on her clit, trying to bring her toward her orgasm.

I want to feel her cunt squeeze me. I want to hear her scream. I want her wetness to cover me. I want it all, every inch of her because I fucking love this woman. Her moans fill the room. They're soft mewls—they're beautiful, just like her.

"Come all over me, honey."

Her hands slide up her torso, her fingers gripping her breasts as she squeezes. My fingers flex around the front of her throat at the same time. My others continue to rub firm circles against her clit.

She comes.

Then I come, her pussy clenching around me, pulling it out of me without warning. It's fucking perfect. Just like my Grace. Goddamn perfection. If I ever had to give up the game, I know I would be happy because I would have her.

But hopefully, I never have to give it up.

GRACE

I collapse against his chest and bury my face in Otto's neck as I attempt to catch my breath. Fingers gently glide up and down my spine, stopping at the top of my neck, then at the base of my back before gliding back up and down.

His chest is rising and falling with his breaths as he attempts to catch them and calm down. I do the same. Though I'm not sure how long it'll take me. I feel as if I've run five miles. My body is happily exhausted from the energy just spent and the orgasm that slid through me.

"I'd like to meet your family before the wedding," I whisper as I lift my head and look into his eyes.

His hand slides up my spine, his fingers curling around the back of my neck. "We'd have to go to Canada. My mother doesn't travel. But they'd like that."

My lips twitch into a smile. "Does this mean we get to have a wedding in Canada?" I ask.

He blinks, then he lets out a chuckle. "I guess that's what it means. You'd like that?"

Laughing softly, I bend slightly and brush my mouth across his. "You, your family, and our friends. Those are the only people I care about being there."

He wraps his arms around me, then rolls me over so I'm on my back, his hips fitting between my thighs, although in the movement, our connection is lost, and I instantly miss it. I want him back there, always.

"We haven't talked details, but I want you to know that you are free to include any of your family, Grace."

My heart squeezes. This man is perfection. He cares about me, not just my body, but my soul. I didn't think men like this existed. He's all man, a strong athlete who I know takes no shit in the rink, but he's also all fluff on the inside—at least for me.

"It doesn't matter to me," I whisper. "All I care about is you, Otto."

He lowers his head and rests his forehead against mine. "And I only care about you, Grace. Are you going to be okay with your family not being there? I don't want you to have any regrets. Not ever. Not about anything."

I cup his cheeks as I let out a sigh. He lifts his head, his eyes searching mine as he waits for my response. I don't know if I'm thinking along the right lines. I don't know if what I'm thinking is wrong.

"I could never regret even a moment with you, Otto. My parents have made their stances in my life very clear. They don't really want to be involved, and I've come to terms with that now. I'm at peace with it. I have you and all the people around us. It's more love and support than I've ever had in my entire life."

His scar is still red. I can feel the extra skin beneath my palm, but it's beautiful to me, and that will never change. Gliding my thumb along the skin beneath his eye, I continue to look up at him.

"I love you, Otto. I know what I want, and it's you. Everything else will fall into place the way it is meant to be."

His lips curve up into a grin. "You by my side, it's all I'll ever need, honey. I love that you want to include my family and our friends. It's what makes me adore you even more than I already do, something that I didn't think possible."

Biting the corner of my bottom lip, I tug on my skin before releasing it as I look up into his eyes. "I don't deserve you, Otto. But I'm going to hold on to you with both hands because you were made for me."

He chuckles then clears his throat. "It's you, Grace. I don't deserve an ounce of your goodness. But you were made for me . There could never be anyone else for me."

I watch as he pushes up, straightening his arms, then rolls onto his back. He lets out a heavy sigh as he slides one of his arms beneath my back and curls it, bringing me to his side. Slipping my arm around his waist, I rest my cheek against his chest, where I fall asleep with ease.

My sleep is dreamless.

That's something I didn't think was possible. Dreamless sleep. I thought I would always be scared, that I would always lie in wait. But not when I have Otto beside me. He is my protector.

He is my world.

The sun shines into the bedroom, and I open my eyes. I don't have to get up for work for at least two more hours, but there's something I want to do alone before anyone else wakes up, especially Otto.

I grab my phone off the nightstand, then find Otto's T-shirt and slip it on before I tiptoe to the bathroom and close the door behind me, locking it. Closing the lid on the toilet, I sink down and begin to touch the screen.

Beauty isn't my thing, but I love the salon. I want to stay there and make a career out of it. One thing they could all use is a good bookkeeper. I want to be that for them. I can manage the whole salon—appointments, bills, payroll, all of it.

I have half the cost of the courses already saved. It's a six-month course, and I can take it all on nights and weekends. I'm just not sure if they would want that from me. I haven't asked any of them yet. I wanted to gather all the information before I said anything.

The doorknob wiggles, and then I watch as the door opens. Otto stands in front of me. I don't ask him how he opened the door. It doesn't matter. He's leaning his shoulder against the frame, his eyes focused on me, and his brows are snapped together.

"You want to tell me what you're doing?"

Biting the inside of my cheek, I dip my chin in a nod, but I don't stand. I stay where I am as I tell him my idea. I tell him everything I can about it, including the fact that I have half of the money saved up.

"It's just online and then one evening a week. I think it will be easy enough, and then I'll be able to do so much," I quickly explain, finishing my plan.

Staring at Otto, I wait for his response. Then he grins and takes a step toward me before he crouches down in front of me. He's not wearing a shirt, but the low-slung athletic shorts tell me that he's tugged them on sans underwear, and I can't help but think about that as he lifts his hands and wraps his fingers around my wrists.

"I think that's an amazing plan," he murmurs.

"Except?"

"Except for the part where you pay for any of it."

"Otto—" I begin, but he holds his hand up and shakes his head once.

"I won't take no for an answer. If my wife wants to attend a class, I'll pay for it."

Tears fill my eyes. They fall down my cheeks, and I wonder how this could be my life. How this man could be mine. All mine. I didn't think it was imaginable. I didn't think a man like him could be possible for a woman like me.

But he is.

And I love him.

I'll never stop loving him.