Page 48 of Blindsided
Okay, it does click for me. There’s no way in hell Amy Fleming could ever give up ranch life for a slick businessman type.
I clear my throat and try to shake away the strange sense of rejection I feel. Of course I shouldn’t feel rejected. I should feel overjoyed. Freya is gorgeous, and she’s my pal, and she wants to have no strings sex with me. This is a win-win-win situation. Right?
“If we do this, we have to set an end date for this arrangement,” I state, running my sweaty palms along my thighs. “That will help make everything neat and tidy.”
“That’s a good idea,” she replies, nodding her head thoughtfully. “How long do you think I’ll need to feel experienced enough to go out there and shag someone else?”
The mention of her doing it with someone else sends a strange chill up my spine that makes me feel like a fucking caveman. Of course Freya is going to have sex with someone else someday. She’s not just going to be ruined by my cock for the rest of her life…even if that notion makes me positively gleeful.
But it’d be better for her to have more sex with me first than to just rush out there and have sex with anybody. I could show her a few things in the bedroom. Help her figure out what she likes and doesn’t like so she knows how to speak up for herself.
However, I’m not going to allow myself to get wrapped up in a long-term Cami situation again. Two years of that shite, only to be left for someone she deemed more worthy, wasn’t exactly an ego boost.
If Freya and I do this, I can’t let her break me like Cami did. I won’t risk my game like that ever again. I’m not a young lad anymore. One distracted game could result in a career-ending injury for me, and I do not want to go through that kind of pain ever a-fucking-gain. No woman is worth that shite.
Freya and I need crystal-clear boundaries.
“We do this for one month.” I turn to look my friend in the eyes and show her that I’m not messing around about this.
“A month?” she asks, her brows lifting in surprise. “Why a month?”
Because if we go any longer, I’ll become addicted to the taste of you.
I shrug away that thought. “We can cover a lot of ground in a month. Plus, in one month, I’ll be leaving for preseason training camp, so I’ll need to redirect all my focus back on my job by then.”
Her posture straightens, and a cute smile spreads across her face. “Okay…a month then.”
“And we don’t tell our friends about it. We act normal when we’re all together, and then when this is all over, we go straight back to being friends,” I state seriously. “Complete with Netflix and arguing.” I wink at her as I reference her description of us from before.
“That sounds perfect,” she says with a wee smile. “I’m looking forward to this. Now that I’ve got a taste of what orgasms are like, I rather like the feeling.”
My jaw drops as I stare back at her incredulously. “You like the feeling?”
She shrugs like she’s talking about her favourite item on a breakfast menu. “Yeah, that orgasm thing you get my body to do is rather nice.”
I bite my fist, feeling fit to burst at her adorable innocence. Christ, this is going to be fun.
Freya then chirps, “I guess this means I can forget about finding a date for Allie and Roan’s wedding.”
I shoot her a cheeky wink. “Aye, you won’t need a man by your side when you have your Loch Ness Monster Sex Steed walking you down the aisle.”
Freya’s nose wrinkles as she moves to stand up. “Nope…can’t do it. Deal’s off.”
“What?” I exclaim, my body tensing at her ominous words that I know she can’t mean.
She pins me with a look. “I refuse to shag you ever again if you keep referring to your penis as the Loch Ness monster.”
“Just give it a chance,” I say with a wry grin because I love winding her up like this. “It grows on you…literally.”
I waggle my brows at my sexual innuendo, and Freya wrinkles her nose. “Nope. We’re in our second fight of the day already, so the deal’s definitely off.”
She moves towards the door, and I quickly set my coffee down and jog up behind her in the hallway, my erection growing in my boxers just with the thrill of this wee chase. She squeals in surprise when I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, almost spilling her coffee in the process.
I twist her in my arms and press her against the wall with every inch of my body. “Nothing’s off except apparently your bra.” I reach up to tweak one of her nipples through the thin cotton. “Now put that bloody coffee down so we can make up.”
Freya laughs. “No fucking time! I have to be to work in thirty minutes.”
“We can cover a lot of ground in thirty minutes,” I growl and dip my head to press my lips to the hollow of her neck. Freya arches into me, and my cock thickens between us. “But no sex,” I hum against her collarbone. “I think you need time to recover properly before we try that again.”
