“I still say cover it. Let Freya be the deciding factor.” I edge, holding my hands out.
“She will side with you, her pet.” He glowers.
Ahhh, jealousy. I don’t even take offense. I’m happy to be her pet.
“Whose pet?” Freya asks, coming to my side, wrapping her arms around my waist. She’s been gone for hours. I had to stop myself from going to the mall and looking for her.
“You okay?” Noah asks, lines creasing his brow. He places the back of his hand to her cheek then forehead. “You look pale.”
“I’m fine.” She smiles up at him, but it’s strained, forced. “I’m a little tired. I think I’ll go take a nap.”
“Do you need some help bringing your bags in?” I ask, letting her pull away from me.
“No. I didn’t get much.” She waves me off, and we both track her as she goes back inside.
“You think she got overwhelmed?” Noah asks, pushing his cuffs up his forearms.
“Maybe.” I rub a hand over the back of my neck. “You think I should go check on her?”
“No.” He shakes his head, placing a hand on my chest to stop me from moving. “Give her some space. A lot has gone down over the last week. Let her rest.”
I don’t like it, but I’m not going to be the overbearing asshole. If she needs rest, I’ll let her have it. “You think I can go get Dominque to cook us some food?”
“She’s got a week off and is out of town. You need to get yourself checked for worms. I just watched you empty the fridge into your mouth.”
“I need to fuel the machine.” I grin.
“Come help me check on Father’s dungeon and I’ll order steak.”
“Fuck that, I just lost my appetite.” I shudder.
“Asshole,” he bellows after me as I find anywhere else to be.
Freya didn’t come out of her room the rest of the night. I tried bringing her some food, but she was asleep with the light out, so I left it covered on her desk, then tossed and turned, worrying about her all night.
Maybe she’s getting sick or regretting what went down between us these past few days.
Lighting my joint, I groan at the noise of the surveillance guy installing cameras everywhere.
Delivery people have been in and out all morning. I can’t believe Freya’s slept through it all.
As if thinking her name summons her, she appears on her balcony, wearing a stupid white top that does nothing to hide her round tits and hard nipples. “Morning, beautiful,” I call up. I’m greeted with a stunning toothy smile. Relief lightens the weight in my chest.
“Save me some of that?” she calls down, disappearing. A minute or so later, she’s pushing out the dining room doors, narrowly avoiding one of the workers.
Slipping onto my lap, she takes the blunt from my lips and drops a kiss there before sucking a lungful into her body.
“Could be a bad idea having them fitted around the house. Less privacy if father decides to keep them up.” She winces.
Squeezing her thigh, I groan into her ear. “We’ll just have to get creative.”
“Oh yeah?” She licks her lips, taking another hit before passing it back to me. “Where would you take me right now to avoid the cameras?” Her voice is throaty, full of want.
My cock hardens just thinking about being inside her. Stubbing out the joint, I scoop her up and take her into the pool house. It’s hardly ever used. I put her on her feet and open a window to air out the musty smell. “Do you think you can be quiet?” I tease, tugging her toward the window, making her look out at all the hustle and bustle.
“Brace your hands on the frame, Freya,” I tell her, slipping my hand up the front of her shirt, cupping her bare tit. A hungry growl vibrates in my throat as she does as she’s told. “Look at the clueless people going about their business, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m about to fuck you right in front of them.”
Her breathing hitches, a shudder pulsing through her. Shimmying her shorts down her legs, I kiss and bite her bare ass. Gliding my fingers between her legs, I find her wet, hot, ready. “Damn, Frey, you don’t even need to be warmed up, baby.”
Dragging a lamp table closer, I guide her foot up to rest there, giving me better access to her pussy. She pushes her ass out, prone and ready for me. Freeing my cock, I line myself up at her entrance and push past the resistance. She’s slick with need, swallowing me up, throbbing against my cock as I thrust into her.
A sharp gasp flees her lips and she bucks her hips. “More,” she breathes. And that’s what I do, fucking her hard, our bodies slapping against each other. I’m so deep, we become one fucking person. “Harder, harder,” she begs, needy and reckless. I love it. Thrusting, I pivot my hips, giving her everything I have.