Page 102 of Blindsided
God, she feels good.
I kiss her savagely, and she groans into my mouth before I pull back, keyed up and ready to rip this damn shirt off and ravage her for another hour. I pause first and say, “But you should know…I wouldn’t have cared if you’d have slept with a dozen men while we were apart…because this body…will always be mine.”
She lets out the sexiest whimper, and in a flash, she sits up between my legs and pulls her nightgown off. I move to ditch my shorts, and in a matter of seconds, she’s astride me, lowering her sweet, wet pussy over my hard, throbbing cock.
Fuck, she feels good. I’ll never get enough of her. I reach out and palm her breasts, relishing in the size and weight of them in my hands, and squeezing as she arches into my touch. Biting my lip, I roll her nipples between my fingers and watch her with rapt fascination as she throws her head back, her moans loud and dead fucking sexy as she rocks herself on top of me, taking my cock deeper with every thrust of her hips.
Desperate to taste her, I sit up, my lips crashing into hers, as I hug her body to mine, feeling her bare chest against mine as my need boils over like water in a pot.
She catches up to my level quickly and runs her hands through my hair, as she gives as good as she gets. I pull back from her lips long enough to croak out, “Christ, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she cries, her words tipping her over into sweet, complete oblivion as she clamps down around me. I thrust up into her hard and fast, forcing my release so I can be right there with her.
“Forever, my wee treasure.” My best mate. My lover. And soon-to-be my wife.
Her eyes open, dazed, satiated, and devastatingly beautiful. “Forever, my brooding Scot.”
“We have to be at my birthday party in two hours,” Freya groans, her voice hoarse from all the delicious cries of passion she uttered mere moments ago. “And if you don’t let me out of this bed to get ready, you and I will officially be in a fight.”
“God, I love fighting with you,” I growl, wrapping my arms around Freya’s naked waist and pressing my lips to hers as we lay facing each other in her bed, sexually satiated and smiling like a couple of lovesick puppies.
It’s been three days since I proposed to Freya, and I actually want her more now than when I first had her. Who knew being able to freely say I love you to a lass when you’re balls deep in her would be so fucking…special?
Christ, I’m turning into a sap.
It gutted me to get on a plane back to Glasgow the next morning and leave her for training and a Thursday night match, but I had to go.
However, as soon as we were done with team meetings on Friday afternoon, I was back in London, not giving a shite that I only had twenty-four hours to be with her before I was due back in Scotland.
“Did you talk to Sloan, Leslie, and Allie then?” I ask, desperate to see if a move for Freya is feasible.
She nods slowly. “I did. I think they’re confused with the sudden need to move so quickly when we just got back together. But I think it’s because they don’t know about this old thing.” She holds her hand up, her diamond glittering in the soft daylight streaming in through the window.
We’ve managed to keep our engagement a secret from our friends so we can tell them tonight at the party that Allie is throwing for Freya’s thirtieth birthday. We did get around to telling our parents over the phone, at least, when we were finally able to tear ourselves away from each other that night. And despite me not asking Freya’s folks for permission beforehand, they seemed chuffed for us, thank fuck.
Telling our friends tonight will be another matter altogether. “Do you think after we tell everybody tonight, the girls will be more supportive of you moving?” I ask, my brows furrowed curiously.
“I think so. It’s not that they’re not happy for us being together officially. They are totally Team Mac and Freya. I just think they’re worried about how to get the pet line launched by Christmas without me here.”
I sit up on my elbow and stare down at Freya’s worried brow. “Cookie, if you need to stay in London, stay in London. Aye, you in Glasgow sounds dead brilliant to me, but we can make long distance work for a few months.”
“You really think so?” The corners of her mouth lift as she reaches up to cup my cheek. “I just…don’t want anything to wreck what we have here.”
“Aye,” I reply, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her lips. “Nothing is going to wreck this. It’s not much more than an hourlong flight, and you can come see me as well. I don’t want you to mess up this opportunity just because I’m a needy sod who wants to bed you every single day.”
Her lips pull back into a smile. “I’m a needy sod too then because I love that idea.”
“We’ll have it in January,” I state, reaching out and rubbing her cheek affectionately. “And you can still come to Scotland for the holidays. This isn’t much different than how my football travel schedule is, so as long as you answer my phone calls every night and send me dirty pictures of your tits, we will be fine. We can look at this as good practice for us until I retire in a year or two.”
“Retire?” Freya barks, sitting up on her elbows, her jaw dropped. “I’ve never heard you talk of retiring.”
“I’m not getting any younger,” I reply with a shrug and shoot her a crooked grin. “Plus, I never fancied anything more than football until you, so now I’m thinking there are new adventures in life I want to experience.”
Her face softens as she drops down onto her pillow and covers her face with her hands. “Crikey, is this ever going to get any easier to handle?”
I chuckle and pull her arms away from her face. “What?”
Her green eyes blink up at me. “Loving you.”
