Secrets of Mine (Of Mine #2)

44. Freya

44

FREYA

R iver’s words barely penetrate my hazy mind. I’m vaguely aware of hands rolling me onto my back and shifting me till my head’s tilted slightly off the end of the bed.

I ache in the best way but the pain is dulled by the desperate need curling through my core, right down to my toes.

The bed shifts and then Eli’s gone, disappearing into the bathroom as River takes his place. He rests a knee on either side of my legs and runs his fingers through my core.

My body is little more than jelly at this point, but everything is hypersensitive, and I buck under his touch.

“Seems a little unfair that this pretty pink pussy is still so empty,” River drawls. “I think we better fix that, don’t you?”

I groan as he slowly pushes into me, stretching my cunt around his width inch by inch.

He plays with my clit as I get used to his size then his fingers spread out over my stomach. He pauses and looks up at me. “Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, because it is. My stomach’s not twisting. I don’t feel sick. After what Eli just did, I should feel used, abused, but I don’t.

River, Eli, and Jude aren’t taking anything I’m not willing to give and that is the difference. I’m safe with them. “I trust you,” I say to River.

He leans down and kisses the space above my heart. “Good girl. I’ve got you.” He reaches back down and rolls my clit with the pad of his thumb as he moves inside of me.

My climax builds slowly but hits fast and I’m still coming down from it as River lifts me slightly and shifts me farther down the bed.

“That’s it. Tilt your head back darling.”

I do as I’m told, letting my head hang back off the end of the bed, only realizing why when the shiny, silver bar on Jude’s cock glints above my face.

My core clenches at the sight of him, hard as the metal piercing that decorates his dick. I open my mouth, and Jude slides inside.

He’s still holding the phone, filming me as he tips my chin back to open up my throat even further.

I moan around him and his knuckles turn pale around the phone. “Fuck that feels good.”

River pulls out as Jude pushes in and the two of them find a rhythm, fucking me from both ends. Every thrust hits that spot deep inside and waves of pleasure cascade over me. All I can taste is Jude. All I can feel is River, inside and out, enveloping me.

“One more, Freya,” River says, his thumb coming back to my clit.

I breathe through my nose as best I can as Jude takes my throat and my orgasm rises.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for me.”

I make no conscious decision to obey him. My body just does what he commands, my climax bursting at my core as the heat of River’s cum spills inside of me.

Jude pulls out and I gasp for air. He strokes his palm up and down his cock, his own breathing growing ragged. “Look at the camera, Angel.”

I do as he says, blinking up at his phone as his cum shoots from his tip, painting my face. My tongue darts out, tasting him on my lips.

“Say hi to Oz, babygirl,” Jude orders. “Show him how pretty and messy you look covered in my cum.”

“I love you, Oscar Reynolds,” I say into the camera.

I hate that he’s not here right now. I hate why he’s not here. A sudden rush of guilt crawls through me and I close my eyes. “We shouldn’t have done this.” I sit up. “What are we doing? We should be out there?—”

River pulls my hands away from my face and cuts me off. “Hey, look at me. We are doing everything we can for Layla, and we will get her home, but we have to be smart about it. There is nothing we could be doing right now, and this wasn’t just us having fun.” He squeezes my wrists, right over my pulse point. “You needed this, Freya.”

I let my shoulders drop. River’s right. I’m going to face my brother in the morning. The brother who hurt me so badly I blocked him out entirely. This wasn’t just a distraction. Zach took something from me when I was just a kid, and I needed to take it back.

If I’m going to get the better of him tomorrow, I can’t be the little girl he hurt.

I need to be a fucking goddess.