Into Your Arms (Squad Stories #1)(48)

"We did good. I think we should get an award or something," I say, laughing a little. She lets out the cutest little giggle, and I realize that I've never laughed in bed with someone after sex. Sex has always been . . . well, some of it's good and some of it's bad, but this was something else entirely and I know that once is not going to be enough. I know I said I wanted to be friends, but really, I want everything. I want all of her.

She turns on her side and props her head up with her hand.

"So, soup?"

* * *

I end up bringing the bowls of soup back to bed, and we eat in our underwear.

"You should teach me how to cook. I'm really bad at it. Except for stuff in the microwave. And salads." She grins. We never really got around to the salad.

"I can teach you," I say and she grins and sets her empty bowl down on my nightstand. She's got a devilish look in her eyes, and she rakes her hands down my chest.

"You were so good to me earlier, so I'm going to return the favor if you don't mind?" Her lips caress the space just above my belly button and I'm rock hard again. I make a strangled sound and she laughs, low and seductive. Where the hell did this girl come from?

This time I'm the one who's impatient as she kisses and licks my stomach on her way down to my dick. Part of me wants to grab her head and just show her where to go, but I keep my hands to myself and let her take her time. She seems to be enjoying herself, at least. I know a lot of girls aren't big fans of blow jobs, but Freya appears to be having a good time.

"Down, boy," she says as I strain my hips toward her when she pulls back for a minute.

Freya settles between my legs and smiles.

"My turn," she says as she sticks her tongue out and licks just the tip of my dick. I swear my head is going to explode. Last time, I was the one who took her slow, and she's paying me back. She starts with little licks and touches, barely there, but they're already driving me wild. My hips keep trying to arch off the bed and get things going, but she puts her hands on me and tries to keep me down.

I'm a complete fucking mess by the time she actually takes me into her mouth and I grit my teeth so hard I'm pretty sure I'm damaging them permanently, but I will not come yet. I will hold out and make this last, because this is the best fucking blow job I'm ever gonna have.

I come, and I swear my spine is going to detach from my body. I expect her to pop off and grab a tissue or something, but she takes it, even when I warn her that I'm going to come.

My entire body is full of sparks as she sits back and looks at me. There's a satisfied smile on her face.

"Fuck," I say, because what else is there to say?

She giggles and wipes her mouth.

"Thought you'd like that."

"Like is the wrong word," I say. "I don't even want to know where you learned to do that, but holy shit, I'm glad you did." I hold my hand up and she gives me a high five.

Since I need some time to get my brain working again, we lie in bed and talk. As much time as we spend together, we hardly ever just talk about random things.

Both of us tiptoe around talking about our childhoods, and I wonder what she's hiding. Probably nothing good. There's a reason I hide mine and a reason she's hiding hers. As much as I want to know, I'm not going to push. The last thing I want to do is give her a reason to want me out of her life.

We talk for a while and then fuck again and then eat and then fuck again. It's the middle of the night before we realize that we should probably stop.



       
         
       
        

"We have to run in, like, a few hours," she says, groaning. "I don't think I can even walk right now." I'm not so good on my feet either.

"Wanna play hooky?" We're allowed to miss our morning workouts for illness or injury, but we sign in and Coach keeps track to make sure no one's slacking. Since I joined the squad, I haven't missed one, even on the rainy days. Freya hasn't either.

"I don't know," she says, biting her lip with indecision. I stroke her stomach and reach between her legs and she moans.

"Okay," she breathes.





11


Freya

I'm a complete mess the next morning. I consider taking the whole day off, but I don't want to set off any red flags. Rhett and I discussed our arrangement, and we've decided to keep it on the down low. People know that we're hanging out, but they don't need to know that we're hanging and banging. That's what I'm calling it because anything else sounds idiotic.

I was inches away from saying that I would stay the rest of the night with Rhett, but I got my ass out of his bed and somehow got my clothes on and made it home in one piece. I needed a shower, but I wasn't going to make it, so I stumbled to bed and slept better than I had in ages.