Page 66 of Breaking Point (IceHawks #1)
Bella
BELLA
I think I finally understand why you screamed about the one bed
LAYLA
SHUT UP
OH MY GOD
I NEED ALL THE DETAILS
I didn’t know sex could be that good.
Sure you hear things, but I always thought women were lying. They most certainly are not, and oddly, I have the strongest urge to text Layla and tell her to never settle.
But my mind is too hazy, filled with the lustful clouds of multiple orgasms and the image of Grayson naked.
Which I’ll be thinking about for eternity. The man is like marble, his muscles rock solid. He draws lazy circles along my back, his touch electric and yet soothing all the same.
Rolling over, I drag the hotel sheets up to my chest. I’m about to trail my fingers down his body but that’s when I notice the bruises that are beginning to bloom on the side of his back.
Gasping, I quickly sit up, ignoring Grayson’s questioning gaze as I force him to roll on his stomach so I can get a better look .
“Is this from the hit?”
His frown is deep as he tries to see behind him, but the movement makes him grimace.
“Oh my god, you just fucked me senseless when you’re injured!”
He flashes me a crooked smile. “Senseless, huh?”
I want to whack that smirk off his face, but by the way he gently lays his head down on the pillow, careful not to move his torso, I know he’s in pain.
“Why didn’t you say you were injured?” Scrambling off the bed, I find a hotel robe and slip into it, making a mental note to see where it’s manufactured because it feels like heaven on my skin.
He shrugs as I move back to the bed to inspect him. “It happens. The hit from that prick was pretty hard.” He smirks again. “And nothing could have kept me from having you like that.”
My cheeks heat. My stomach clamps.
Before he can say any more, I rush to the bathroom, grabbing a small towel and wetting it. I look in the mirror, and come face-to-face with a girl I don’t recognize.
I look… happy .
My hair is mused, my cheeks flushed and my eyes glowing. I also see the moment that I realize I ordered food and they probably tried to deliver it while I was being railed.
Cursing, I move from the bathroom, opening the hotel door a crack. My eyes trail down to the floor and our now cold food sitting there.
Blowing out a breath, I quickly snatch the tray before kicking the door shut behind me.
“We forgot about the food.”
Grayson slowly rolls onto his back with a slight flinch of pain, but he grins. “ I ate.”
My eyes flare at the reminder of Grayson between my thighs.
Before he can see how much that turns me on and makes me want to beg for round two, I pick up the phone, avoiding his eye contact as I ask for them to send up a bucket of ice and a heat pack.
“What are you doing?” Grayson asks dubiously as I hang up.
“You took care of me. Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”
The look he gives me makes my heart melt into a puddle at his feet.
“Can part of that be you getting back in bed?”
I pointedly stare him down. “You’re injured.”
“Doesn’t take a lot of physical work to cuddle you.”
That has me straightening. I can’t remember the last time a man wanted to cuddle me after sex. I didn’t even know they did that.
“I can see your mind working a mile a minute. Just come lie down.”
As if his voice has command over me, my feet are moving before I tell them to and I’m on the bed. Grayson spreads his arm out to the side and I nestle into the crook of his body, laying my head down on his chest. I wrap an arm around his waist, careful not to touch the bruises forming.
“I’m going to have to get up for the ice,” I whisper after it’s been silent for a couple of minutes, my body already melting into his touch as he draws lazy patterns on my arm and back.
“I’ll take whatever time you give me, Blaze,” he whispers gutturally.
He has no idea that if he wanted to, he could keep me. That my heart has been running to his since the moment we met and I can’t keep them apart much longer.
It’s ringing in my ears now as my hands begin to shake a little. My mouth is suddenly dry because the words are forming on my tongue, pounding along my throat as they climb up.
It was never fake for me either.
My lips part on the confession. “It was never?—”
A pound comes at the door just as a shrill ring fills the hotel room. I flinch at the sudden intrusion. Grayson slides out of the bed, finding his own robe in the cupboard as he calls out, “I’ll get the ice.”
Rolling over, I snatch my phone off the nightstand. So preoccupied with my anxious thoughts of how close I came to saying those words to him, I don’t check to see who’s calling as I swipe.
Or why they’re calling me at three in the morning.
“Hello, Bella speaking.”
The hotel room door closes.
Grayson is speaking.
The person on the other line, the voice I’ve heard since I was a little girl playing in the backyard with her daughter, fills my ears but the words…
The words aren’t making sense.
Nothing is making sense.
It’s like I’m hearing everything in a foreign language.
“I’m sorry…what?”
Charlotte’s shrill voice comes over the line again. I finally understand this time, but I wish I didn’t.
“Bella, you have to come home?—”
My vision sways.
My heart sinks.
My stomach drops.
The phone thuds on the carpet.
Grayson is suddenly kneeling in front of me, his face full of worry. He keeps trying to talk—everyone keeps trying to talk—but I can’t. Not as those words ring through my mind.
Grayson picks up my phone, his brows furrowed as he listens to Charlotte.
I see the moment the words land. It’s like a physical blow.
Time, the cruel wicked thing, slows in a moment I want to be over.
Grayson looks to me, those blue eyes filled with unending sadness lifting slowly to mine.
The words ring through my head again.
Your mom’s not going to make it through another day.
LAYLA
my mom called
I’m getting the next flight I can
I’ll be there as quickly as possible, Bella
I love you