Page 52 of Blindsided
I hand over my credit card and turn to take a good look at my best mate. Tilting my head, I scan her body with great delight. She does seem a bit different now that I’m really looking. Her posture is a bit taller. And her face is always beautiful with those wee freckles, but it’s almost like her eyes are constantly smiling even when she’s not smiling.
It’s hot as fuck.
I need to get her arse home. Now.
“She only knows what you tell her,” I state and give her chin a small chuck. “And don’t worry about Scotland. It’s going to be really fun showing you my favourite kind of sex.”
The cashier suddenly drops the can of whipping cream on the floor and frantically bends over to pick it up in a vain attempt to hide the fact he was earwigging.
Freya hits me with an admonishing look but then bites her lip and leans in to ask, “What’s your favourite kind of sex?”
I smirk and whisper in her ear. “The secret kind.”
Freya snorts out a laugh. “I can’t wait to see how that goes.”
A while later, we’re back in Freya’s flat with groceries spread out on the countertop. Hercules has taken cover as usual.Clearly our intimate moment this morning meant nothing to him.And Freya has already given me shite about being cheeky enough to pack an overnight bag. I couldn’t give a fuck. I owe Freya another sleepover. One where I don’t pass out on her before she comes back to bed. And I intend to follow through this time.
“So what kind of sexual training session do you have in mind with this lot?” she asks, staring at all the food.
“First, we feast,” I say, pulling out the sliced chicken breasts and chopped veggies. “Then dessert.” I waggle my eyebrows lasciviously and damn near moan when she reaches up to tug on her ears. God, I love how her ears get hot when she’s turned on. It’s such a quirky tell.
I’m three minutes into making dinner for us when Freya shoves me out of the way to take over, claiming I wasn’t doing anything properly, and since it’s her flat, she’s in charge. With a laugh, I back away and pour her a kitty mug full of wine while grabbing myself a beer.
I put some music on her portable speaker and hoist myself up on the counter to watch Freya work. She’s barefoot and still wearing her work clothes as she sets about sautéing the chicken, peppers, and onions for fajitas. Her hips sway slowly to the music as she hums along.
Freya has made dinner for me loads of times before, but now that we’ve had sex, it just feels different. Not bad different. Not scary different. Just…exciting, I guess? It’s freeing to know that I can shamelessly ogle her, and she won’t yell at me for it. Well, she might yell at me—but now I’m welcome to enjoy it. I love when she gets all red and snippy at me. She’s like a wee pup picking a fight with a giant dog.
There’s nothing wee about those hips of hers, so lush in that tight skirt. The curve of her arse is way too tempting as I sit much too far away. I glance up and notice that her pale blue blouse is slightly see-through in her kitchen lighting, and she’s wearing a sexy white bra underneath. My innocent treasure is not so innocent anymore.
How did I stay away from her this long? Fucking hell, I deserve a badge of honour because this woman is temptation personified. I’ve always liked a woman who’s not rail thin. I’m a big bloke, and I want my hands full when I reach out to grab something that’s mine. And the images of Freya’s soft, lush skin laid bare for me last night have been giving me erections intermittently all day long. So much so, that I had to go home and have a crack before picking her up from work.
It’s going to be a shame when this arrangement comes to an end.
Freya has just begun plating the food when I press up behind her, my body flush against hers as I skate my hands over her hips to pull her back into my groin.
She gasps when she feels the state of me. “Bleddy hell. Why are you—?”
“Hard as fucking stone?” I ask gruffly against her hair. “Because there’s something seriously sexy about watching you cook for me, lass.” I lift my hand to move her red hair off of one shoulder to expose her long, elegant neck. “I suppose that makes me an anti-feminist, but fuck it, I’ll give you orgasms in exchange for my nourishment this evening if that’s what you fancy.”
I brush my lips along her shoulder, moving my way up to her ear, which is currently simmering. I wrap my lips around her hot lobe and give it a playful bite. She makes an adorable noise that has my cock thickening even more.
“Orgasms are satisfactory,” she states, her voice breathy as she abandons the plates and splays her hands out on the countertop for purchase. “I’m obviously new to them as a concept, but the couple I had yesterday were quite memorable.”
I smile against her neck and then frown curiously. “Did you never touch yourself before, Freya?” I glide my hands to her front, the tips of my fingers brushing over her most sensitive area. “Don’t you have a favourite vibrator or something that could get you off?”
I trace circles over top of her clit and can feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her skirt.God, I bet she’s wet for me already.
“Not really.” She lets out a throaty noise, and her head falls back against my chest. “I tried to do it to myself when I was in university but could never get past the fact that it was me doing it and not a man.”
Fuck, there go my caveman fantasies again.
“You want a man, my wee treasure?” I ask, unable to hide the proud smirk on my face over the fact that I own her first orgasm too.
“I guess so,” she says with a sigh. “Leslie bought me this vibrator, but that thing never sees the light of day.”
“And it won’t, if I have anything to say about it,” I growl, nuzzling into her neck and inhaling her womanly fragrance as if it’s my last breath. “Do you think we could skip dinner and go straight to dessert?”
“Skip dinner?” she chirps, her voice deep and breathy and everything my cock loves to hear in a woman.
