All Chapters of On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Raelynn"You want to work under Grayson?"Edward's voice is smooth, measured. Too measured. Like he's already calculating a dozen different angles before I've even finished explaining myself.I square my shoulders, keeping my spine straight and my expression neutral despite the fact that every instinct is screaming at me to throw something at his smug face. The crystal paperweight on his desk would do nicely. Heavy enough to make an impact.But I can't. I need this."Yes," I say, keeping my voice level. Professional. "I'm considering the opportunity."Edward leans back in his leather chair—the kind that probably costs more than my car—and studies me. His office is exactly what you'd expect from a man like him: dark wood, expensive art, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city like he owns it.Maybe he does."Why?" he asks simply.I was prepared for this question. Gray and I spent two hours going over exactly what I'd say, how I'd phrase things, what angles Edward might probe."Wh

Grayson. 'Fuck, Rae. Don't stop.' That’s the first thing my mind forms, a desperate plea as my mouth crushes against hers. The taste of her is a goddamn ghost, a flavor I’d tried to scrub from my memory for six fucking years, and yet here it is, flooding back, richer and sweeter than before. Her lips are soft, impossibly so, and they part for me without a second of hesitation. My tongue slides against hers. It’s not gentle. It’s fucking starvation. I don’t even know how we got here, from awkward small talk on my couch to this. One minute we were talking about Edward, the next her hand was on my thigh, her eyes holding a challenge I was too weak to ignore. I’m on top of her, my knees pressing into the cushions on either side of her hips. Her body is a furnace under mine. I break the kiss just to drag my teeth over her bottom lip, a sharp, possessive bite that makes her gasp. That sound goes straight to my cock, which is already straining against the fabric of my sweatpants, a painf

Raelynn "Raelynn?" Jace's eyes lock onto mine through the chaos, and suddenly he's pushing harder against the officers holding him back. "That's my friend!" he shouts, gesturing frantically at me. "Let me through—Raelynn, tell them—" I glance at Captain Morris. He gives me a slight nod. I excuse myself and walk over to where the officers are restraining Jace. "It's okay," I tell them. "Let him through." They release him immediately, stepping back but staying alert. Jace stumbles forward, and I can see now how wrecked he looks. His hair is a mess, his eyes red-rimmed, his shirt untucked and wrinkled like he's been pulling at it. "What are you doing here?" I ask, keeping my voice low. Professional. "This is an active crime scene—" "Claire—" He's breathing too fast, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Is it Claire? They won't tell me anything—the hotel—I went to the hotel and they said police were here and I thought—" "Jace." I put my hand on his arm, trying to ground him. "Slow

Grayson Edward laughs. Actually laughs, the sound echoing through the living room like this is all some kind of joke. "Is this why you wanted to meet?" "Shut up." I keep the gun pointed directly at his chest, my hand steady despite the rage coursing through my veins. "Shut the fuck up." We're in Edward's house—his personal residence, not the family estate. The living room is as cold and sterile as the man himself. All dark leather and expensive art and sharp angles. Bridget is nowhere to be found. Good. If she were here too, I might kill her along with him. I'm that far gone right now. I cock the gun, the sound loud in the silence. "Why did you do it?" My voice is low, dangerous. Edward tilts his head, his expression maddeningly calm. "Do what, exactly? You're going to have to be more specific, Grayson." "Don't." I take a step closer, the gun never wavering. "Don't play games with me. Don't joke. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." "I genuinely—" "Why th

Grayson When I open the front door, they're both in the living room. Rae is pacing, her phone clutched in her hand, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Jace is sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, his shoulders hunched. Waiting. Worrying. The door clicks shut behind me. Rae's head snaps up. Jace jumps to his feet. "Gray! Where the hell did you—" Rae starts, rushing toward me. "What happened? Where did you go—" Jace says at the same time. They both stop dead in their tracks. Their eyes go wide, fixed on something. On me. I look down and see what they're seeing. Blood splattered across my hands. My knuckles split and raw. Dark red stains on my clothes. "Gray." Rae's voice is barely a whisper. "Where did you go?" I just stare at her. I'm so tired. Bone-deep exhausted in a way that has nothing to do with lack of sleep. "Edward?" Jace's voice cracks on the name. "Did you—did you go to Edward?" My jaw clenches. "It's over." Silence. Then chaos. "Okay. Okay,