Into Your Arms (Squad Stories #1)(57)

"Sounds good. I'll see you at practice?" I say. She bites her lip and nods again.

"Yeah. Sounds good. Bye." She waves and starts to walk away. I almost call after her, but I don't. Instead I watch her walk away. I'll see her later. No big deal.





12


Freya

After my photography class, I cross campus to where the day care is located. I kind of hate that I know what hours he works and what hours he has class. That's too much intimate information. That's girlfriend kind of information. I'm not a girlfriend, but I know his schedule anyway. Can't seem to forget it.

He's outside with the kids, and I watch him for a few minutes before approaching. There's a rumble, and he breaks it up. It's amusing to see this huge guy pulling these little people off each other and then sending them inside for punishment.

I finally approach him and we talk. He's too perceptive not to notice that I'm in a mood, but I'm not telling him what it's about. Not even if he begs. Although, Rhett begging me is definitely something I would like to see at some point. Hmm, maybe that's something I can arrange for our next hang and bang session.

Then one of the kids comes over and is cute as hell and watching him interact with Rhett does things to my ovaries. I decide it's time to get out before I say anything idiotic and bail, but not before I can convince him to come over. And come. Come and come. Just that. No other crap. No bearing our souls and talking about our dream houses and shit like that. 

I'm going to ignore the fact that I know a lot of things about Rhett that I wish I didn't. Like that he has a spot on his back, that, when kissed, drives him wild. And that he worries at his left thumb, but not the right. And that he smiles differently at me than he smiles at other people.

Yup, I am shoving all that junk inside a mental closet and nailing that shut. Might as well add a metal door on top of that. Made of . . . impenetrable stuff.

I focus on schoolwork and practice as much as I can, but I keep thinking about my parents and if Melissa has gone to the house and gotten my things yet. I have to turn my phone off so I'm not able to see if she's sent me any messages. I think she's going tomorrow. I hope. I need her to go ASAP so I can get this off my mind and think about something else. Anything else.

Since I'm so distracted, I end up falling out of almost every stunt. My legs just won't cooperate, and finally Coach has us work on leading our crowd cheer for our submission tape. It includes stunts and motions, and everything has to be so precise; there's no room for error. We also have to juggle stunting with poms and signs, which always adds an extra element of chaos.

She makes us go one by one and project to the very last seat in the gym. I don't mind at all. I've done it plenty of times before, but Rhett seems a little nervous.

"You're gonna be fine. Just remember to support your diaphragm," I say, putting my hand on his stomach. It's really just an excuse to touch him, but I'm going to tell myself that I'm helping. I'm just very concerned about his voice projection.

He starts out quiet until we heckle him to get louder. Finally, he gets there with a nervous grin on his face but goes through the whole thing without missing a beat. Coach calls the end of practice and I rush home so I can be ready for Rhett.

I'm so jittery that I take the shortest shower ever and then I have nothing to do but dry my hair and wait for him to get his ass over here. He's going to be very busy tonight. I'm in desperate need of some sexual healing. Or just some plain old sex

The minute he knocks on the door, I've got it open and I don't even let him say hello before I'm jumping into his arms. Fortunately, he's had quite a bit of practice with catching me. The door slams shut behind his back and my momentum drives us into it.

I go for it and kiss him hard, hard enough that our noses smash together and I can't breathe, but who cares about that? His fingers dig into my ass and he doesn't seem to be upset about anything that's currently happening, so I move my hands from around his neck to try and pull up his shirt so I can feel his chest. Tonight I need skin. Lots of skin. Lots of his skin on my skin.

I manage to get his shirt sort of up, but then I need to get mine up and that requires him putting me down.

"Clothes off now," I say as we break the kiss, and he just nods and starts ripping everything off. My hands are shaking, I want him so much. I can barely get my pants off, but finally I do and expect him to push me toward the couch or the bedroom, but he just picks me up again, turns and then my back is up against the door. Nice. We haven't done this one yet.

I'm jammed between Rhett and the wall, but who gives a fuck? Somehow he got a condom on when I was fumbling with my clothes so it's the work of a moment until he's inside me. Honestly, I've been thinking about this all day, so I'm more than ready.