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“Maybe we weren’t even friends, really. She was a means to an end. A distraction.”
“One you care for.”
“I care that I failed to protect her all those years ago. But I don’t just care about you.” When I look down between us, he lifts my face back to his. “Cassie pointed something out to me the night you left me at the hospital. I’ve always managed to keep swimming. No matter what, who, or how. But that night when you left me, I…it was the first time in years that I was drowning. You are the exception to everything, and more importantly, you are the only one that will ever have my love.”
Looking beyond us to the house, he opens his door and swivels in his seat. It’s all a bit awkward as he tries to get out of the sleek car without letting me down, but I don’t make any effort to help him out. Somehow, he manages it, carrying me all the way up to the porch and inside. As I glance over his shoulder, I catch movement in my line of sight. The closer I look, the more weirded out I get.
“You all right?” Freddie asks, gently letting me onto my feet as he looks over his shoulder.
“Yes, it’s those freaking lights…so bright…”
“Did you see something?” he presses, turning and pushing me behind him.
“Just my eyes playing tricks on me because of all this…uugh…it’s nothing.”
A scoff pushes from his lips as he turns to look at me and ushers me through to the kitchen, exchanging some kind of look with Cooper that has him heading back outside.
“It’s never nothing,” Freddie says while he perches me on the kitchen island and then puts the kettle on. “You see something. Hear anything…feel any which way that prickles or niggles, and you make sure I know.”
“And sound barmy?”
I slip down from the counter and grab one of my teabags from the jar beside the coffee machine while he makes himself an espresso.
“We’re all crazy in some way.” He glances to the side. “Francis always tells me that.”
“Yeah, you’re all insanely heroic and brave while I’m here shitting bricks at the thought of you walking out of that door without me. Make it even better, I’m seeing shit everywhere I look, and every time I think about dancing, I can’t find my feet because there’s no one there to catch me anymore.”
A deep chuckle vibrates from him as he downs his coffee and turns to me, a hand slipping under his dark grey T-shirt to rub his chest. That small peek of his stomach makes my belly flip, the light golden smattering of hair leading into the top of his black jeans clouding my thoughts. I never understood why they called it a happy trail until I followed his south of the border. Everything about him is one big hunk of good-God-fuck-me-sideways. Even the chunky, time-machine-looking watch on his wrist serves to point out how solid his arms are.
Taking the teabag dangling from my hand, Freddie throws it in the teacup by the kettle behind me, instantly making my eyes grieve the loss of the mouth-watering view.
“This is why logic gets you nowhere.” Draping his arms over my shoulders like a vest, he slaps his hands to my arse, thrusting me forward into his body. Slowly, he bunches my skirt up until he’s palming my bare arse cheeks. “You’re overanalysing everything when it’s quite simple.”
“It is?” I lean back into his hold to find him peering down at me.
“Trust your instincts. If your gut tells you something is bad, go with it, and for the love of fuck, run in the other fucking direction. Run to me—it’s what I’m here for.”
“My first line of defence.”
Leaning down to kiss me, he walks me backwards into the alcove between the fridge and the pantry and asks as he hoists me up his body, “See, you’re not just a pretty face, are you?”
My back touches the pantry door as I wrap my legs around him. When my arms coil around his shoulders, he reaches up to hold on to the doorframe, never breaking our kiss even when he drinks up my moans at the sensation of his belt buckle rubbing over my pussy.
I’m ready to end the night right here with him inside me and the outside world nothing but an afterthought. Arching back into the wall, I trace my hands down his chest.
“Want to leave me with a memento?”
“Why are you asking?” he retorts as my hands make quick work of his belt and fly, freeing his erection before I wrap my arms around his shoulders again and work my pussy over it. “I’ll give you my cum anytime, Swan.”
Climbing down his body, I sink down to a crouch, never taking my eyes from his as I trace my hands down his torso, following the groove that leads down to his naval and that glorious trail.
“You want a memento or a sore throat?” he rasps, voice hoarse with lust as he drops one hand to cup my face.
With his thumb parting my lips, I exhale over the tip of his cock. “You’re a feeder, what are y—”
Before I can finish, he tunnels his fingers into the hair at my nape and thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat without warning as my hands splay on his groin. I naturally push away at the intrusion as my vision frays around the edges, tears blurring everything in sight.
“You were saying?” he asks, pulling out, and as I just about manage to suck in a breath, he pushes back in again, tilting my head in a way that it opens up my throat and lets him in deeper.
