Chapter 62 Freya
FREYA
Cole is leaving tomorrow for two back-to-back road games before they play in their final game of the regular season at home.
I’m buzzing for that.
They secured their playoff spot a long time ago, but none of them are slowing down. The hard work is only starting.
I want it for them so badly. No one deserves it more than Cole and the rest of the guys. I may not be a hockey expert, but even I can understand just how hard they’ve worked this year, and how much it means to them.
It’s been four days since we bumped into Rowan and I discovered that my brief dating experience with Levi was nothing but a game. Bitterness still floods through me when I think about it, but thankfully, Cole is doing a fantastic job of keeping me distracted.
I haven’t left the apartment since it all happened. As much as I like to think I’m dealing with it all okay, I’m not entirely sure I am.
Just thinking about going out there terrifies me.
I don’t want to hear anyone shouting my name, or demanding to hear my side of the story. I just…I want it all to go away so that Cole and I can embark on our life together like any other new couple.
For the first time ever, Cole has allowed others into his apartment.
I was shook the other afternoon when the buzzer went off and Melvin informed me that I had some visitors. But I couldn’t have been happier when I pulled my front door open to find Casey and Mom standing there with big smiles.
I can’t lie. I burst into tears.
Other than Cole, and Hailee through a screen, they were the first people I’d seen in days. I didn’t realize how much I needed them until they were standing in front of me.
They both gathered me up in their arms, and I sobbed on their shoulders for longer than I’m willing to admit to.
It was a relief I very much needed. And as my sobs subsided, I felt lighter. Almost like I could take on the world—or at least I could with Cole standing by my side.
They stayed the whole afternoon, and by the time Cole arrived home, I felt like a new woman. He could tell as well.
But as good as I felt, his impending departure was constantly on my mind.
I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do. A part of me wanted to go back to my parents’ and hide out with them until he got back. But there was another, more defiant part that didn’t want to cower any longer.
I’m building a life here. A life with an incredible man who has done nothing but support me.
And I want to embrace it.
Being with Cole is always going to put me in the firing line with the media. It’s something I’m going to have to get used to again. Hiding isn’t going to get me anywhere.
I need to pull up my big-girl panties, forget about everyone else’s opinions, and just live my life the way I’d like. It’s going to take time, but I’m confident I’ll get there.
With an early flight tomorrow, Coach is letting the guys finish a little early this afternoon, and as soon as I get the message from Cole that he’s on his way, I set about getting his snacks ready.
It’s not the first time he’s been away since I started with him, and it most certainly won’t be the last, but this one feels different.
Maybe it’s the crowd outside who are desperate to get a shot of me.
Or maybe it’s just because it’ll be the first time he’s been away since we made us official.
Whatever it is, all I know is that I don’t like it.
“Honey, I’m home,” Cole calls the moment he steps into the apartment.
His duffel hits the floor at the same time I take off running.
He spots me a beat before I launch myself at him.
“Fuck,” he grunts, catching me with ease.
I wrap both my arms and legs around him, squeezing tight.
“Whoa, someone missed me,” he teases before I find his lips.
His mouth opens instantly, kissing me just as eagerly as I am him. A deep groan rumbles in his chest, and it hits me right between the thighs.
I gasp as my back presses against the hallway wall. “I could get used to this,” Cole breathes as he kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“Missed you,” I pant, my fingers clawing at his broad shoulders.
“Missed you too, baby,” he groans as he palms my ass, grinding himself against me.
“A-are you hungry?” I manage to force out, trying to at least pretend to be professional.
“Fuck, you have no idea how fucking hungry I am right now,” he says as he pins me against the wall with his hips and drags my shirt from my body.
“Cole,” I cry as the fabric hits the floor and his hands cup my lace-covered breasts.
“Starving,” he groans as he tugs the cups of my bra down, exposing my peaked nipples.
He blows a stream of air across them, and they harden further. “Oh god,” I cry, my head hitting the wall behind me.
He groans as he ducks his head and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry when he nips me, sending a bolt of lust shooting straight to my pussy.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“B-but…your food,” I stutter as he pulls me from the wall and carries me past the island where it’s waiting for him.
“Don’t worry, I’m about to eat.”
My cheeks blaze.
We might have been intimate a few times now, but I can’t help it. I’m pretty sure he does it on purpose, too.
“Been thinking about you since the moment I left this morning,” he murmurs as he stalks toward the bed. But instead of lowering me to it like I’m expecting, he spins us before he drops onto it.
I shriek as we fall, leaving me sitting astride Cole’s lap wearing a denim skirt, panties, and my bra, although that isn’t exactly effective right now.
His eyes hold mine for a beat before they drop to my chest.
His throat ripples with a thick swallow, his pupils dilating as he takes me in. It’s the exact kind of confidence boost I need.
“Can’t get enough of you, baby,” he groans, his eyes dropping to my parted thighs. “Take your bra off.”
Arching my back, I do as I’m told, and the moment it’s undone, I throw it to his bedroom floor.
“Beautiful.” He sits forward, taking my breasts in his hands, his lips coming down on one nipple as he pinches the other, making me cry out.
I grind down on his erection as he teases me relentlessly. My body burns red hot, and my need for release becomes almost unbearable.
“Fucking hell, you look incredible right now,” Cole mutters, removing all his touch the second I’m about to fall over the edge.
He pulls his tee from his body before resting back on his elbows, letting his stomach muscles tense and ripple beneath me.
“Get up here,” he demands, jerking his chin to clarify what he means.
Heat surges to my cheeks as what he’s asking hits me upside the head.
He’s been down there before. A couple of mind-blowing times, actually. But I’ve never …
“Freya,” he growls when I don’t move fast enough. “Get up here and sit on my face.”
A potent mix of nerves and desire collide within me, but before I can think any more about it, Cole’s hands wrap around my waist and he hauls me up his body.
I stare down at him as I hover just beneath his mouth.
“You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. I fucking love this pussy.” Tucking two fingers beneath the damp lace of my panties, he exposes me. Cool air washes over me, and I shudder with need. “Who owns this pussy, Freya?”
“Y-you do,” I stutter, barely able to find the words.
“Fucking right I do.” Pride fills his eyes a beat before he drops them from my face in favor of my pussy.
He studies me as if I’m a piece of precious art.
“Look at how wet you are for me. Is my girl a little needy? Does she want to come all over my face like a good girl?”
My core clenches, my lost release surging forward from his dirty words alone.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
“You’re fucking perfect. You know that?” he asks before one hand slides up my skirt, locking on my hip and dragging me exactly where he wants me.
“Cole,” I cry as he latches onto my clit and sucks with a maddening pressure. “Oh my god.”
He works me so perfectly, and in only a few minutes, I’m teetering on the edge. My fingers are curled around the headboard, holding on for dear life, just waiting for him to throw me into the abyss.
He groans beneath me as his teeth graze my clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry, my back arching, my head falling back.
Needing that little extra push, my hands come to my breasts, and I pinch my own nipples.
“Cole, fuuuuck,” I cry as I finally fall.
Pleasure consumes me as I convulse above him. He continues to lick me through it, letting me enjoy every second of pleasure.
But the second I’m done, we’re on the move.
He drops me onto my front as he stands at the edge of the bed, shoving his sweats and boxers down his legs, letting his aching dick spring free.
My mouth waters, desperate for a taste of him. I’m yet to do it. But damn, do I want to. I already know he isn’t going to fit in my mouth, but I’m willing to try my best.
Lost to my imagination and the beast of a man standing behind me fisting his own cock, I shriek when his other palm collides with my bare ass cheek.
“Hands and knees, baby,” he demands, dragging me back into place after rubbing the sting of the spank. “These are pretty,” he says, tugging at my panties, ensuring the fabric rubs against my swollen clit as he does so. “But not pretty enough.”
Not a second later, the sound of ripping lace fills the room before they fall away from my body.
“Oh my god. Did you just destroy my panties?” I look over my shoulder just in time to see him ball them in his fist and bring them to his nose. He inhales deeply, his molten eyes locked on mine before he stuffs them in his pocket.
My jaw drops, and heat floods my core.
“They were in my way,” he explains before he grabs a condom from his nightstand and rolls it down.
Birth control, Freya. You need to get on birth control.
Easier said than done when you’re hibernating in the apartment to avoid the paparazzi.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as Cole drags his sheathed cock through my folds, coating himself in my juices.
“Yes, please,” I cry when he pushes against my entrance. “Need you inside me.”
“Fuck, yeah.” He pushes deeper, feeding me inch after inch of his incredible cock.
The stretch stings, but in the most delicious way.
“Fuck. I will never, ever get enough of this, Freya. Never. You’re mine. All. Fucking. Mine.”