Page 24 of Vow of Revenge
“No, seriously, Freya.”
I heard a deep sigh and watched Freya kick the sheet off. Instantly, her arm hooked over her eyes and that sexy half-dressed body of hers stretched out like a flawless star fish.
“How the hell would he know where I live.”
“Eh, he knows.”
“Do not let him in. Tell him I don’t live here, or that I got knocked down by a herd of elephants. Tell him whatever you want - just get rid of him.”
Syrah covered her mouth at the same time as I cleared my throat, loudly. Freya jack knifed from the mattress, her eyes finding mine.
“Holy shit, Syrah! You let him in? To my room?” Her voice croaked from exhaustion. Probably because I rode her like Seabiscuit in his winning horse race only a few hours earlier.
“We have a small matter to clear up. Perhaps in private?” My brow raised, giving her a choice of discretion.
“No way. I’m not leaving. I don’t think I should’ve let you in, De Courcy. Whatever you have to say, say it now,” Syrah chirped, her hands planted on her slim hips.
Before Freya could interject, I swiftly got to the point. “I didn’t use protection. Are you clean?”
A gasp burst into the stunned silence. Syrah scowled and turned into me, directing a whole heap of evils my way. This was bordering on fucking irritating. “You had sex last night? Holy. Shit. Thank god. Wait, you didn’t use a condom?”
Slipping a hand into my jeans pocket, I held back mounting frustration. I didn’t have time for this. “Answer the question. Are you clean?” I glared at the stunning woman with wild tousled hair and red lips that were blush red from my kisses only hours ago. I liked that thought.
“Are you for real, mister? This is Freya we’re talking about here. She’s only had sex three times and never even sucked cock. Or…” She angled her torso towards the bed. “Maybe you can scratch that off the list now?”
Freya’s eyes bugged. Even in the half-light they sparkled like they had a life of their own. “Syrah! Stop talking!” she growled through gritted teeth.
A strange flutter nagged my chest. “You’ve neveractuallysucked a guy’s dick?” I asked. My head shook lightly. “Unreal.”
Freya clapped her hands slowly. “You finally got the memo, big guy. Didn’t you hear me last night? Oh, wait, you were too busy being an asshole to give a shit.”
“Okay, I think I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.” Syrah slunk out of the room, leaving the door open.
A slow puff of air expanded my cheeks as it left my lungs. I stepped over a flip flop, dodging an abandoned notebook and white bra left on the carpet like there was no other place to set them. “Well, are you clean or not?”
She snorted, tucking a glossy strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I had a bath in tea tree oil when I got home. If I could’ve bathed in bleach, I would have.” Those deep red lips of hers pouted, pleased with her retort.
My hand twitched. “You’re not taking this seriously, Freya. I should slap your ass for being so rude.”
“You did enough of that last night.”
“If I remember correctly, you fucking loved it.”
Her eyes lowered. “Look, the last time I had sex was over a year ago. I’m as pure as the snow settling on your frosty shoulder. And just for the record, I wasn’t on the pill.”
“Fuck! I knew it!” I dragged my fingers through my hair. Luckily, I’d brought the morning after pill with me as a precaution, better late than being tied to a woman forever. Brett had been caught before. The asshole.
“Easy there, tiger. I’m only joking. That’ll teach you for spreading your seed. Bet you have a kid in every town?”
She leant over the bed displaying her exquisite ass cheeks in a pair of lacy Brazilian panties. Her hands returned with a small cardboard box.
“There, look.” She chucked a box on the bed, filled with blister packets of tiny pills.
My thundering heart stuttered. Little mouse was telling the truth all this time. No ulterior motive, no previous cock sucking and very few sexual partners. No woman is flawless, even if she appears to be perfect.
“Now that you’ve got what you came for, I suggest you get the hell out of my room and preferably out of my apartment. I would thank you for looking after me last night, but in the grand scheme of things, you didn’t do too badly out of my misfortune. So, let’s call it even.” There was a sexy rasp to her tired cadence.
My eyes flicked to her hardened nipples, poking through the cotton shirt that clung to her curvy frame. The air in the room vanished, leaving only a suffocating heat sparking between her body and mine. If my dick could communicate, it would be growling in preparation to demolish her.
