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“Yeah,” he grinned, “wanna wrestle?”
I snorted. “Yeah, because I’m really going to be able to take you on,” I gripped his muscular arms.
“I’ll go easy on you,” he smiled boyishly.
“Fine,” I smiled.
“One, two—”
Before he said three I brought one of my legs up and wrapped it around his waist. Levering my weight, I flipped him off of me. He landed on his back with me straddling him. His eyes widened in surprise. I grabbed his arms, forcing them above his head where I held them down. Bending my head, and letting my hair fall around us like a curtain, I closed the distance between us like I was about to kiss him. When my lips grazed his, I breathed, “I win.”
He growled low in his throat. “You tricked me.”
“I’m small, I have to use something to my advantage,” I sat up, smiling down at him.
He narrowed his eyes. He reached up and placed his hand against my neck, caressing me. My eyes closed and before I could take another breath, gravity tilted and he had me beneath him. He lowered himself so that his whole body was pressed firmly against mine and I had no chance of escape.
I tilted my head up, pressing kisses against his collarbone and
neck in the hopes of distracting him long enough to gain control of the situations. His lips found mine, and his fingers pulled at my hair, but not so hard that it hurt.
All thoughts of the game we’d been playing left my mind.
My hands skimmed under his shirt, over the smooth skin of his toned stomach. He sat up long enough to remove the shirt and then he was on top of me again. My hands greedily memorized every curve and dip of his muscular chest and stomach. God, he was like a work of art.
He raised my shirt over my head and kissed the dip between my breasts. His tongue flicked out, licking a wet trail down my stomach. My back arched off the rug. “Trace,” I moaned his name as his tongue circled around my belly button ring.
He continued down my body, undoing the button on my shorts. I raised my hips so that he could tug them off. He kissed the skin of my stomach, just above the top of my bikini bottoms.
My heart rate accelerated in the anticipation of what was to come.
His fingers began to tug on the string holding my bikini top in place.
Before he could undo the knot, both our phones began to ring at the same time.
He pulled back slightly and from his expression I knew he was tempted to ignore them, but when both calls ended the phones started ringing again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, rolling off of me and into a standing position. He reached down to haul me up. “And just when it was getting to the good part.”
He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and answered it.
I found my phone on the kitchen counter and puzzled as to why Trent would be calling me. What if something happened to Ace?
“Hello?” I answered.
“Olivia,” Trent sounded breathless, “you guys have to come home right now.”
“Why?” I questioned, my gut telling me I didn’t want to know the answer.
“It’s Gramps,” his voice was tense.
At his words I lost my hold on the phone and it crashed to the ground. I watched it shatter apart, exactly like my insides.
I looked up into Trace’s pale face.
While we’d been happy and joking around, Gramps had…
“Trace,” I crashed into his arms, both of us crying.
