25. Jude
JUDE
T ime and I aren’t exactly the best of friends on a good day and if I hadn’t been given the all clear to leave the hospital later today, I might have needed to check myself back in with a fatal case of boredom.
Three days in this place is long enough for me and I’m not about to hang around to be officially discharged this afternoon.
I sign the sheet saying I’m leaving against the hospital’s advice because I’m going before they’ve dotted their I’s and crossed their T’s and step outside before the sun has fully risen.
The need to see Freya is buzzing inside of me. She’s visited with the guys everyday but it’s not enough. Ever since she told me she loved me I’ve been dying to be inside of her, to feel that connection again.
I get an Uber home and make a beeline for my room to grab a fresh set of clothes before I go find her.
Except I don’t have to go looking because Freya is lying in my bed, her ginger curls spread out across my sheets like a goddamn halo. A smile curls across my lips, my chest expanding and satisfaction settling deep in my stomach. I could get used to this.
My shoulder burns like hell as I take off my clothes but it’s worth it when I slip under the covers and draw Freya’s body against mine.
She rolls over in her sleep to face me and any pain from the gunshot wound is lost under the pure pleasure of having her palm settle against my bare chest.
I dip my hand under the covers and slip it beneath her pajama shorts. My palm cups her ass and I hold back a groan. One touch is all it takes for my cock to go rock hard.
Freya’s eyelashes flutter in her sleep and I know I should wait but I’m not sure I can.
I slide my hand between her thighs, biting my lip to suppress another groan when I find her soaked and ready. I ease two fingers inside her heat and she gasps, the slender lines of her neck elongating as she tilts back her head.
“Jude?” She’s still half asleep and I press a kiss to her lips as I curl my fingers into her heat.
“Shh, go back to sleep. I just need to be inside of you.”
I pull my fingers out and pain flares in my shoulder again as I roll onto my back and draw Freya’s leg across me. I grit my teeth against the deep ache as I find her entrance and sheath my hard length inside her tight pussy.
My breath shudders out of me. My shoulder is ten times worse now but the pain was worth it because Freya feels like goddamn heaven. It’s been weeks since I’ve touched her like this, and I don’t know how I forgot how right this feels.
Freya nestles against my chest, her hips shifting around my intrusion.
I kiss the top of her head. “Rest Angel, I’m not going to fuck you. Just be a good girl and hold me while you sleep.”
She yawns and nuzzles into my chest before drifting back off to sleep.
I must have joined her at some point because the next thing I know I’m waking up to Freya grinding on my dick.
Sunlight streams in from a gap in the drapes but her eyes are still closed as she rolls her hips in circles against mine.
My cock throbs and I grunt, my hand squeezing her ass to hold her still. “If you don’t stop moving like that, Angel, you’re going to make me tear my stitches.”
Freya’s eyes fly open. “Jude.” She goes to pull off of me but I tighten my grip.
“Did I say you could get off?”
“But your stitches?” She shifts again, her core squeezing around me.
I smirk at her inability to keep still. “I think I like seeing you like this. All needy and desperate for me.”
She huffs. “Yeah well, it’s your fault. You stuck your dick in me while I was sleeping and then just left it there, what did you expect?”
I laugh. “You need a good fucking, babygirl?”
Freya whimpers. “I need you , Jude.”
My heart flips. “You’ve got me. Always.” I slide my arm between us, scissoring my fingers around where we join before moving up to her clit.
Freya squirms again.
“I’ve got you, Angel. Now stay still and let me play.”
I roll my fingers in small circles over the tight bundle of nerves, watching Freya as she presses her forehead to my chest. The curves of her breasts rise with each breath, my touch shuddering through her body as she fights to stay still.
“Jude… please.”
“Come for me, Angel,” I whisper. “Let me feel your tight pussy squeeze my cock.”
Freya gasps at my words, her fingers twisting the bedsheets as she does exactly what I said.
She clamps down on my cock and I grunt, the feeling alone almost enough to have me spilling inside her. I grit my teeth and concentrate on holding it together as her aftershocks pulse around me.
It takes everything in me not to flip her onto her back and pound into her soft, sweet pussy, stitches be damned.
“Are you alright?” Freya asks.
“Just give me a second.” I close my eyes but when Freya starts to pull off of me, I hook my leg over hers and keep her pinned. “Don’t even think about it.”
She laughs. “We can’t stay like this forever.”
“Sure we can.”
She bites her lip. “I might like that.”
“Me too.”
“What time did you get home?”
“Just after 6AM.”
A cute wrinkle appears between her brows. “They discharged you before six?” Her frown turns stern. “Jude Elroy, should you still be in the hospital?”
I grin at her concern. “Relax, they were going to discharge me this afternoon anyway. I just couldn’t wait. Needed to see you.”
“Do the others know you’re back?”
“I dropped them a message.”
At that, Freya deflates and rests her cheek on my shoulder. “River and I aren’t talking.”
I trace circles with my thumb on her lower back, just beneath her sleep shirt. “Oz mentioned something.”
“He’s tried to talk to me, I guess. I just… haven’t been ready.” Her chest heaves a short, little gasp. “I miss him but I’m so fucking mad at what he did.”
The twist of pain in my heart mirrors the one in my shoulder. “It wasn’t just him. We all agreed to the plan.”
“Well then I’m mad at you too but you’re lying here with a gunshot wound so River’s just going to have to suck it up and take your share of the blame as well.”
I don’t take her words at face value. I made a choice, and it was the wrong one. I hurt her.
I lift my bad arm up, gritting through the pain because it’s the least I deserve, and brush her curls off of her face. “I’m sorry, Angel. We messed up. We didn’t think.”
Freya fiddles with the silver band around her wrist. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispers. “I feel so angry all the time and it’s not just because of what River did. It’s anything and everything. My first instinct is to pull a knife, and I’m terrified I’m going to snap.”
My heart expands and aches all at once. That’s the most Freya’s ever shared about how she’s feeling and the fact she trusted me with all of that has me feeling like her superhero again, but I hate seeing her struggling like this.
“Eli mentioned you started seeing a therapist. Have you talked to him since you’ve been back?”
Freya shakes her head.
“Do you think maybe he could help?”
She worries her bottom lip but nods. “I’ll message him.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. The strawberry scent of her shampoo goes straight to my still hard cock swaddled inside of her. My constant need to fidget doesn’t seem to be here when I’m like this and I make a mental note to make sleeping with Freya’s pussy warming my cock a regular thing.
Unfortunately, right now, I need to let her go.
“Good. Until then, how about you get out of the house for the day?”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. We need to keep looking for Harley.”
“You’ve been looking for her nonstop for the last three days.”
“It’s not enough.”
I look down at her. “You think I didn’t feel bad stuck in hospital while you guys were chasing down leads?”
“Leads that went nowhere,” Freya huffs.
I tug one of her curls. “Hey. My point is rest is important. Oz is already at the office going through the CCTV footage from the shops near the post office. There’s nothing you can do right now.
Leave the house. Get some headspace. Eli’s been wanting to go for a ride, and I’d feel better if you were with him. ”
Freya pushes up to look at me. “Eli rides?”
I sigh. “It’s a long story. One I’ll let Eli tell you himself.”
It’s a little bit like torture letting Freya detach from me. The selfish part of me wants to keep her in my room all day but she could do with the break, and if River’s plan is going to work, she can’t be here today.