Page 53 of Blindsided
My hands move from her groin and steal up underneath her blouse. They glide over her ribs and, without any finesse, clutch tightly to her breasts that don’t even begin to fit inside my hands.
“Your nipples are hard as stone too,” I murmur, pulling her back against my chest and slowly pinching her nipples through the thin white lace. She groans when I roll them between my fingers. “I need to taste them.”
I move my hands towards her back to unclasp her bra, then slide them forward again, damn near fucking roaring in victory when I feel the spongy firm nubs of flesh. “Turn around, Freya.”
It’s a command she follows instantly, and when we’re finally face to face, dilated pupils locking with dilated pupils, parted lips level with parted lips, our mouths descend onto each other like starved animals that haven’t feasted in days. Freya hums into my mouth, and the kiss turns into one of those sloppy ones that occurs when you’re frantically shedding clothes at the same time. Neither of us seems to mind, because we’re both hungry for something much more than food.
When we’re both naked, I grab her under her arse and hoist her up onto her countertop, dragging kisses down her chest and closing my lips over her perfectly pert nipple while my palms grip her back. “I had plans to use whipped cream and honey. I was going to lick it off every square inch of you.”
“Oh, fuck the dessert,” Freya cries, grabbing my cock and pulling me towards her centre. “Just fuck me instead.”
“Condom,” I growl when my bare tip touches her wet centre. Fucking hell, I’d love nothing more than to drive into her completely bare just to feel her on my hard, smooth rod. But I resist, just barely, and grab a condom out of my wallet and put it on as quickly as possible.
I pull her to the very edge of the counter and without warning, impale myself inside her soft, wet heat.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck.
She’s still tight. Still way too fucking tight. I pull back and look at her face, worried that I hurt her. Her eyes are glazed over as she watches where our bodies are connected.
“Are you okay?” I ask, and she answers by wrapping her hands around my arse and pulling me back inside of her.
“Fuck yes. Just fuck me, Mac,” she says, nodding eagerly. “I feel as if I’m going to come already.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mumble and begin rocking inside her. She’s soaked and tight and lush, and gripping me so hard it won’t be long before I come either.
Her head drops back as her cries grow louder, and out of simple curiosity if she really could come this fucking fast, I reach between us and press my thumb to her tight bundle of nerves. She screams and wraps her legs so tight around me, I can’t even move.
That did it, I think to myself as she smacks the countertop with her hand repeatedly. Her sex clenches all around me as her legs begin to quake beneath my hands.
“Ohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Freya cries, her breaths coming out fast and ragged as I ride her through her orgasm.
It’s only a moment later that I erupt as well, satisfied that she’s satisfied and grateful I didn’t come before her because after all my Loch Ness Monster talk, that would be a fucking embarrassment.
“I’ll call that lesson a quickie,” I say with a laugh after I’ve ditched the condom and we’ve set about redressing ourselves in our clothes, which are strewn all over the kitchen floor.
“I think I’m a fan of quickies,” Freya says with a smile, her hair properly mussed and her cheeks rosy and bright. “The way you tossed me up on the kitchen counter like that? I nearly combusted on the spot! I’d never dreamt of being tossed around like that.”
“Well, in case you hadn’t noticed, there’s a wee bit of a height discrepancy between the two of us,” I state, lowering my hand to where her head barely hits the top of my chest. “You must have been always front row at the Christmas concerts.”
“Shut it,” she replies with an annoyed giggle. “Well, regardless, I appreciate that lesson.”
“That wasn’t my original plan, woman,” I say with a shake of the head. We’re only a day into this arrangement and already Freya has surprised me twice, causing me to lose focus on tasks at hand. First in the loo this morning and then tonight. “I had a very different lesson plan all drawn up involving whipped cream and honey…remember?”
“Oh, that’s right.” Freya’s brows lift. “We still have time after dinner, don’t we? Or can you not do a round two so soon after?”
I level her with a hard glower. “Freya, I’m Scottish. I was born with a stiffy.”
Mac has officially slept over three nights in a row. I asked him yesterday where Roan and Allie thought he was all these nights because surely they are noticing Mac’s absence. He told me that he told Roan that he and Cami started hooking up again.
I didn’t like that very much.
I mean, I know what we’re doing is a lie, and we’re actively not telling people. But I don’t altogether like that his lie about getting back together with Cami is so believable. He mentioned still having lunch with Cami once a week. Will he go see her this week even though we’re sleeping together? It’s not that I don’t think he can have lunch with another woman, but the fact that it’s with someone he was intimate with for so long makes my tummy hurt.
I do my best to ignore the pang in my belly as I stand at the counter with Sloan, Allie, and Leslie downstairs in the Kindred Spirits Boutique and await our upcoming fittings. Kindred Spirits is about to be invaded.
As if on cue, the doors open, and I swear the world starts moving in slow motion as Roan and all four of the Harris Brothers stride into the boutique. My ears heat up as I watch their fit bodies make their way towards us.
I don’t normally fangirl over footballers. Perhaps there’s been a change in me since I’ve seen one naked every day for the past week? My God, they are physical beauties. Large, thick thighs, big, muscular arses, and wide, swimmer’s body shoulders that just seem like they could hug you and take all your troubles away.
