Chapter Seven Grace
Seven
Grace
Grace stared at the ceiling of her tiny bedroom.
The old radiator clanked in the corner, the bottle of wine she’d been drinking since getting back from the festival half finished…
and she was currently having phone sex with a stranger, her heart racing, her fingers moving between her thighs like she was someone else.
Or maybe like she was finally herself. God help her, she’d started this as a business chat with WildTrailGuide weeks ago and now she was lying in bed with her underwear shoved down as she touched herself.
And the way he was taking control. It wasn’t her usual thing.
But tonight? Something about the way he’d said it—not as a command, but like an offer—had hit her right in the center of that tight, restless place she tried to ignore most days.
After years of being the one who kept the plates spinning, who soothed and fixed and planned, the thought of letting go did something she didn’t expect.
And God damn it, she deserved some fun after the day she’d had.
She picked up the phone again, reckless, emboldened.
WildTrailGuide: You still there?
AutumnDreams87: Just needed to take a breath. Are you still touching yourself too?
WildTrailGuide: Yeah.
Her whole body clenched at the words.
AutumnDreams87: Tell me more.
WildTrailGuide: Hand wrapped around my cock. Hard as hell.
Grace bit her lip, her fingers moving again.
AutumnDreams87: Thinking about you in me now.
WildTrailGuide: Yeah. You’d take all of me. Every time.
AutumnDreams87: Say it. Say you’d fuck me.
Grace put her free hand to her mouth, shaking her head. Had she really written that?
WildTrailGuide: I’d fuck you until your legs shook.
She gasped, the sound tumbling out before she could swallow it. She didn’t care. Couldn’t. She arched up off the mattress, the phone nearly slipping from her hand.
AutumnDreams87: Tell me more.
WildTrailGuide: I’d give it to you hard. Pump into you until you begged. Fill you up and keep going until you’re wrecked.
The words broke something loose inside her. She pressed harder, chasing the edge.
AutumnDreams87: Oh God. Tell me I’m allowed to—
WildTrailGuide: Come for me. Do it now.
Grace cried out, the sound muffled against her pillow, her whole body shuddering as waves tore through her.
WildTrailGuide: Fuck. I’m there too.
She pictured him, wherever he was, whoever he was: hand slick, jaw clenched, coming hard with her name on his tongue.
Then she realized the man she was picturing was Reese Spencer.
The thought sent another ripple of aftershocks through her. She shook, legs trembling, until she finally collapsed back against the sheets, breath ragged.
She covered her face with her sheets. Now it was over, she couldn’t help the embarrassment creeping in.
She found her phone and typed, fingers still trembling.
AutumnDreams87: What did we just do?
A pause, then his reply:
WildTrailGuide: Something I’m not going to forget anytime soon.
Grace stared at the screen, chest still heaving, horrified and exhilarated. She’d never done anything like this before. Never even thought she would.
And even more surprising, she’d pictured Reese Spencer, her competition, as she’d done it…and she’d have to face him the next day, those images in her mind.