All Chapters of On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Grayson.Her words echo in my ears over and over, fuck my jaw is clenching so tight I won't be surprised if it suddenly cracks.I haven't been able to get the image of her bare body out of my mind. Fuck knows what happened in school today because despite the fact that I was there physically my mind was nowhere near present.And now—she asks me to…fuck her.My whole body is tensed, coiled like a spring ready to snap. Every muscle is screaming at me to take what she's offering, to finally touch her the way I've been dying to.Before I can say anything—before I can think of all the reasons this is a terrible idea—she whispers, "Please."That one word destroys me. She looks so vulnerable, so innocent despite what she just asked for, and it's messing with my head in ways I don't understand. The Raelynn I know is all sharp edges and attitude, but this version of her is soft and breakable and begging me for something I've wanted to give her for months.Fuck it.My hands move to her waist wit

Raelynn.The sound of a locker slamming shut yanks me back to reality."Are you ignoring me right now?" Briella's voice cuts through the room like nails on a chalkboard—grating, shrill, annoying.I blink, still halfway lost in thoughts I shouldn't be having. Thoughts that may or may not involve a certain brown-haired hockey captain and the way his jaw flexed while flipping the omelt the other night. The memory sends an unwelcome flutter through my chest that I immediately squash down.‘Get it together, Rae.’Oh. Right. We're in the middle of changing into our gym uniforms.Briella had sidled over earlier, said something irrelevant—probably something petty in the "Gray helped you once, and now you think you're important" category—and I'd tuned her out like white noise.She slams her palm against the locker beside mine, the sound echoing through the room. "You really think you're all that because Gray helped you one time, don't you?"Tsk. Called it.I tilt my head and smile sweetly. "No

Raelynn.I fly back like I've touched a live wire, my entire body buzzing with mortification. My cheeks feel like they're literally on fire, and I'm about two seconds away from throwing this antiseptic bottle at someone's face—preferably Brandon's.Grayson straightens immediately, every trace of softness vanishing as his jaw locks and his expression turns to stone. The boy who was about to kiss me thirty seconds ago has completely disappeared, replaced by this cold, untouchable stranger.Brandon just grins like the smug bastard he is. "Oh, don't stop on my account. I was just getting to the good part.""Get. Out." Grayson's voice is low and dangerous, the kind of tone that makes smart people run in the opposite direction.Brandon raises his hands in mock surrender, still leaning casually against the doorframe like he owns the place. "Relax, baby. I just wanted to say, I was right but I'll leave you two to your... whatever this is." He flashes me a wink that makes me want to disappear i

Raelynn.My legs won't stop shaking. Every breath feels stolen, ragged. I can still feel the phantom heat of his fingers, the slick evidence of what just happened coating my thighs.God, I've never been touched like that. Never touched myself like that. I didn't even know my body could feel this way, could come apart so completely from someone else's hands. The intensity of it—the way he made me feel things I'd only heard other girls whisper about—it's terrifying and addictive all at once.And the worst part? I want more. I want everything he promised, everything he held back. But I have no idea what I'm doing, what any of this means.His eyes haven't left me—dark, hungry, like he's memorizing every tremor, every flush of heat across my skin. It makes my pulse stutter all over again."It says to a Grayson Blackwell," the delivery guy's voice cuts through the haze, sharp and impatient.Reality crashes back. We're still in the kitchen. Brandon, Yara, and Isaac are just feet away, probab

Grayson.I tap my pen against my desk , my grip so tight I'm surprised the plastic doesn't crack. That note keeps replaying in my head like a broken record—those red letters burned into my retinas like a brand. ‘Stay the fuck away from her.’Yeah, that was the plan once upon a time. Keep my distance. Hate her from afar. But not anymore. Whether either of us likes it or not, Raelynn has crawled under my skin and made herself at home, and now some psychotic asshole thinks they can threaten what's mine.The questions circle my brain like vultures. Who the fuck left that note? Is this the kind of shit Rae's been receiving all this time? Letters meant to scare her? Threaten her? Is this why she looked ready to shatter the other night?It doesn't bother me that I'm being threatened, I've been dancing to that tune my whole damn life. But if this fucking psycho is even thinking about hurting Rae—I slip my phone out from under my desk as Mrs. Chen drones on about cellular respiration or some