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“So it’s decided? Plan A? I’m moving up here?”
Freya’s eyes gleamed.
“You’re moving in. But I’ve got to insist that we keep this place, because I just signed a new lease a few months ago.”
“Fine by me,” I agreed instantly.
Plans were already flying through my head as I tried to decide on my next course of action. Since we were seeing Tommy soon, I supposed that my first effort should be trying to get my job back at the dealership. If that was even a possibility.
“Well, now that that’s settled,” Freya murmured, crawling closer until she was hiking up her skirt as far as it would go up her thighs, then straddled my lap and rubbed her nose against mine. “We’ve got more than an hour to spare before we’re due to leave.”
“And what’re you thinking?” I asked, playing dumb.
Brushing my hands up her thighs, I squeezed her eager flesh as she rocked softly in my lap.
“Seems to me that if we’re moving in, we’ve got some celebrating to do.” Her voice was a husky rasp as her mouth brushed against my ear.
“What kind of celebrating?”
I knew. I totally knew. Hell, my hands were already moving further up her thighs to squeeze that delectable ass in my meaty palms.
A low moan reverberated through her chest into mine as her rocking turned into more of a grind. Even still, I refused to push her. We hadn’t been physical since we left Huntington beach because my migraine lingered longer than I’d like to admit. Then, there was Freya’s work and my own sense of uselessness while I waited around for her to get back.
“I need…” she breathed, getting a real good roll of her hips in. “a mature—”
We both laughed, but damn the friction against my cock had the rusty laugh choking in my throat.
“Man…to…” An airy gasp paused her words as I lifted a hand to brush over her full, eager breast. “Fuck!”
That was almost a complete, comprehensive sentence.
Good enough.
Pulling her closer, I bucked my hips into the soft curve of her thighs, still too restricted for my taste.
Freya let out an epic yowl, throwing her head back so hard she started to tip right off my lap. I barked a laugh and caught her by the back of the neck, pulling her to me for a devouring kiss.
Her lips were manna and sugar, filling all those little empty spaces in my soul that had been slashed open since birth. Tongues battling, I felt so very at home with her in my arms. That was the most addictive quality about her, I mean, besides the entire package that the woman possessed, she wasn’t just perfect, she fit me better than the grip of my favorite .40 caliber Beretta. And that’s saying something.
Then she was slipping out of my arms, making me give the shittiest little whine as my hands lost contact with her.
“Get naked,” she told me, scooping her hair back from her face before her fingers started in on the zipper of her skirt.
“No,” I barked, which made her look up with wide eyes.
She started it, now I’d finish it.
I stood, feeling the tiniest pang in my hip as it popped, but I ignored it. This moment felt way too important to think about something as stupid as pain. My hand found the curve of her skull, right at the place where it met her spine and I slid my fingers into her hair. Gripping it, her head tilted to the side to relieve the pull as her lips popped open with a gasp. Those beautiful blues sparkled and flashed with lust.
“Ash,” she hiccupped as my hand tightened in her hair.
“I’m the CO this time.”
“Sir, yes sir,” she groaned as I started walking her around the couch.
I grinned, knowing the little phrase goes all the way back to boot camp, though it’d been a long time since I’d suffered through that. Since we were doing this little military roleplay, I decided to say what I would to a new recruit who tried to call me sir.
“My name isn’t fucking sir,” I hissed, deciding against yelling because we didn't want a noise complaint. “You will call me Sergeant! I’ve earned every motherfucking stripe on my arm, and you will respect me and my rank.”
