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As I countdown, I don’t go easy on her, I’m railing her, listening to her sobs of pleasure. Her arms are wobbly as she tries to hold herself up. I pinch her clit between my fingers.
“... Seven... Six... Five... so good, Freya. You’re almost there... Four... Three... Two... One. Come for me, baby.” I slap between her thighs, and her back bows as she spasms around me. My balls draw up before I fucking detonate. She moans my name as the orgasm overtakes her, and she throbs around me, making me delirious.
Slow relaxed thrusts draw out her climax and help us transition down before collapsing. She’s spent. I slide my hands up and down her smooth back as we both come out of the sex haze, then I unbuckle the belt from her waist and rub the red marks where it bit into her soft skin. The smile on her face makes me feel better.
“You okay?”
“Better than okay. You are the most incredible”—she swallows—“man I have ever met. Have I told you how much I love you?”
“I’ll never get enough of it.”
There’s a tinge of emotion in her eyes when she stares at me, which is to be expected after the orgasm that just rocked her body, but the twinkle she’s looking at me with is hitting me in my chest and rendering me speechless. I do the only thing that feels natural and kiss her with all I have.
THIRTY-TWO
“Hey, babe, can I get another one?”
“Not your babe,” she reminds the guy for the second time.
These motherfuckers have been flirting with her since I walked in. It’s not necessarily their fault for doing it in front of me since nobody knows we’re a thing. No, notthing. Mine. But she shouldn’t have to correct someone twice.
She pours me another soda and puts a cherry in it.
“Because you love my cherries.” She winks. Imagining her in that cherry apron still gets my dick hard.
I suck it off the stem and chew it with a slight grin. She bites her lip like she’s envious of a piece of fruit, and it has the exact response I hoped it would. She steals the stem and puts it in her mouth. She places her elbows on the bartop in front of me and rests her chin on her hands innocently as she ties the cherry stem in no time, then drops it back in my glass.That girl is anything but innocent.
“Licky Micky,” some asshole says, walking into the bar. I turn to look at who the hell said it, and it’s some older regular I’ve seen around.
“Douchey Brucey,” she responds.
I hate feeling like I’m sharing her. Whether it’s between men online or at the bar, it’s difficult for me to watch anymore. I know it’s pretend, it’s for tips, but that doesn’t make it any easier.
The guys tease her, and she throws it right back, she can handle it, but I can’t. I finish my drink and walk behind the bar.
“Rhys, you can’t—”
I grab her neck and place a bite where it meets her shoulder while locking eyes with the men attempting to flirt with her. I’m staking my claim. She draws in a sharp inhale. It’s just firm enough to leave a mark on her for the remainder of her shift.
“I’ll see you in our bed after work.”
A smile crawls onto her lips. “Yes, sir.”
I see the envy on their faces, which is ironic, considering I’m the one who’s jealous. A few have the decency to look away, ashamed for speaking about her in front of me. They should have been ashamed when they did it without me here.Dicks.
My conscience reminds me it was less than a couple months ago when I was literally sending her money to jack off to her naked body. But this is different. We weren’t what we are now. As soon as she told me I had her heart, she became mine. I think I was hers from the beginning.
* * *
“I heard they’re looking at expanding, taking over some hole-in-the-wall place that just went under.”
My ears prick up. We’re on our way to Nashville for a game tomorrow evening. Banks is sitting in the row in front of me, chatting with Lonan.
“Who’s expanding?” I question him.
From between the seats, he tilts his head up to answer me. “Citra Brewing. They’re putting together a proposal to take over that shitty restaurant that just closed down the street. Something about turning it into a separate tasting room for private events.”
They can’t. That’s Freya’s space.
