Page 76 of Blindsided
What was that? Where is his head right now? What is he thinking about?
Mac looks down again at our bodies, but that memory of his face chips away at a part of my soul.
“Mac,” I whisper his name as I pull my hands free from his grasp. I reach up and cup his face, forcing him to look at me as I croak out, “Why won’t you look at me?”
He shakes his head like I’m making this up.
I tighten my hold on his face. “Why?” I ask again, my voice breaking at the end. “What’s wrong with me?”Damn that lying cunt.
“Nothing, Freya,” he says, his gaze bending with emotion as his eyes flick between mine. “There is nothing wrong with you.” His mouth tilts up into a crooked smile. “You’re my best mate.”
His words hit me deep in my soul, and they are confirmation that this is more than just sex between us. This is a building of an unbreakable bond that goes even deeper than love.
Mac stares boldly into my eyes as he moves slowly inside me, careful, appreciative, and searching. Searching for the last part of our souls that still belong to ourselves. I gaze back at him with the same sense of wonder coursing through my entire body.
This is love. This is us. This is happiness.
Suddenly, he begins driving into me harder and faster, his fingers digging into my flesh as his eyes laser focus on mine. He’s looking at me, but his face is changed. It’s haunted somehow as he reveals a part of him that I didn’t know existed. A dark, naked part that is raw and vulnerable, even to me.
It’s intense.
It’s what I wanted, but it’s more than I expected.
“Freya,” Mac says my name on a groan that vibrates straight to my core, his forehead lowering to press against mine. “God, Freya. You mean so much to me.”
“Mac,” I cry out his name because his words push my body over the edge, forcing me to clench down hard on him, and then release into shuddering waves of pleasure.
His face falls into my neck as he prepares to pull out of me.
“Just stay in,” I beg, linking my ankles behind his back to hold him inside of me. A painful sense of desperation overwhelms me like if I let him out now, I may never get him back. “I want you to come inside me.”
Mac pulls back, his eyes puzzled on mine. “Are you sure? Are we okay to do that?”
I nod. “Yes, we’re covered, and I want to feel you. All of you.”
Mac’s mouth opens, and his lips descend onto mine as his entire body tenses over top of me, and he groans out his release inside me. It’s an intimate sensation, one I didn’t realise I would enjoy so much as I hold him against my body and relish in the frantic pounding of his heart against mine. I want this. I want this and more, and hopefully, this is just the start.
My voice is stiff and all business when I sit down across from Santino in his office at Bethnal Green F.C. “I want to officially open up negotiations for me to be transferred to Rangers football club.” I swallow the painful sentence that I never imagined I would ever say, and then add, “My agent has spoken with their manager, and they are interested, for the right price.”
Santino sits back in his chair, his dark, gelled hair shiny in the overhead lighting. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I clear my throat and do my best to grind out through clenched teeth, “My decision is final.”
Santino gapes at me like I have two heads and then blinks rapidly as he props his elbows on his desk. “Why on earth would you give up Premier League to go to Glasgow? Our club is doing brilliantly. We nearly won the FA Cup this past season, and with the new players we’ve acquired this year, it’s ours to win.”
That reminder sends a pang of regret through my stomach, because despite the confidence I have in my decision, walking away from the team that I have come to see as my family just as we’re beginning to peak is fucking torture. “It’s personal.”
Santino levels me with a glare. “How personal could it be? Did you get some lass in the Highlands up the duff? I’m telling you, mate, we can take care of her from London.”
Blind rage shoots through my body. “You have a lot of fucking nerve to make that kind of joke to me, of all people.”
Santino blanches, losing all humour on his face, like he somehow forgot about everything that happened only three years ago. He swallows slowly and exhales through his nose. “Look, Maclay, I know you hate my guts for events of the past. But for the past three years, I’ve stayed out of your way, and you’ve stayed out mine. Let’s not get personal now.”
“You didn’t stay out of my way when you decided to ask out my best fucking friend,” I bark, willing myself not to jump over this table and beat him to a bloody pulp.
We eye each other silently for a moment before Santino replies, “I didn’t know how close you and Freya were. None of the team had a clue of your involvement with her, either. Trust me when I tell you, that had I known, I would have stayed as far away from her as humanly possible.”
My nostrils flare. “I wish you would have done me the same courtesy with regard to my sister.”
