Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
FREYA
He kissed my neck as our clothes came off.
Our limbs lifted and the clothes fell to the floor with ease.
I saw him for the first time in the light.
Sinewy muscles stretched over his broad body.
I kissed his sun-tanned skin, tracing my fingertips along his tattoos.
He was covered in them. Every inch of him.
All down his arms and across his chest. On the fronts of his thighs and down his back.
He was painted in a coat of beauty, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Until his cock slid deeply into my body.
“Oh, Bronx,” I groaned.
“Freya. Fuck, I love you so much.”
My head fell back as my body plummeted to the small bed.
It rocked with us, and Bronx rolled into me, filling me with his girth.
I gazed up into his eyes. Into his beautiful brown eyes with his jet-black hair falling into his face.
I cupped his cheeks. I lifted my lips to his to kiss.
His cock throbbed against my walls as my toes trickled up the backs of his legs, feeling every divot of his muscles on the way up.
I locked my legs around his thick waist as our worlds collided.
My juices dripped down my ass crack. His balls smacked against me as he picked up the pace.
I gasped for the air he panted, my moans filling the room.
His lips covered mine. He swallowed my sounds as our hands found one another’s.
Our fingers laced together as he pinned them above my head, kissing down my cheek.
Down my neck.
Down to my tits.
“So glorious. All of you, just perfection,” he growled.
He wrapped his warm lips around me, and I rose my hips to meet him.
I bucked ravenously against him as his tongue teased my puckered peaks.
My shuddering breaths settled rhythmically against the crashing of the waves outside, washing away the evidence of our sins while Bronx and I existed in our own time. Our own space.
Our own moment.
Electricity surged through my veins. My body ached for release.
As his cock grew thicker against my walls, he stretched me to girths I’d never experienced before.
My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. Fireworks burst in my vision.
He pounded into me, his softness becoming animalistic as goosebumps fled along his skin.
“That’s it, Freya. Squeeze me. Fall over with me. Come with me, Freya. Do it. Do it now.”
“Oh, yeah,” I choked out.
My body locked up as Bronx’s lips crashed down to mine.
I swallowed his growls as he muted my moans, and together we spiraled.
His cock filled me to the brim as my walls milked him for all he had.
He filled my pussy quickly before the trembling of my own body pushed our intermingled juices out onto the sheets below us.
Bronx rutted against me, grinding his pelvis into my clit and shooting me over the edge into another orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh, my gosh,” I whimpered.
“That’s it. That’s it, Freya. Just like that,” he grunted.
I collapsed against the bed as ecstasy washed through my veins.
His kisses comforted me while his body controlled me, pinning me underneath his brute strength.
My eyes fluttered closed as his face collapsed into my breasts, kissing me and nibbling at my excess.
He released my hands and wrapped me up in his arms as my pussy throbbed so hard it pushed him from between my legs.
“Oh, Bronx,” I whispered.
He tilted to his side and brought me close into his body.
His heart beat rapidly against his chest in time with mine.
I slid my leg between his and nuzzled into him, getting as close as I possibly could.
I breathed him in, kissed his chest, and slid my nose up to his shoulder where I peppered him with kisses.
“You’re everything to me,” Bronx murmured.
I laid my head down on the pillow next to him, gazing into his eyes.
I hadn’t known him long. I didn’t know much about him at all.
But my heart and my soul had already locked with his.
I smiled at him as I lifted my hand, cupping his cheek softly.
My eyes danced around his face before I inched forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
“I really do love you,” I whispered.
“I have to take you to this safehouse. It’s the only way to keep you safe,” he said.
“I know. And whenever you’re ready to head over there, I’ll get dressed.”
“Your parents can’t take you back with them. It’s too dangerous.”
“I wouldn’t want to go with them anyway. Not if it means leaving you.”
“Do you think they’re going to be okay with that?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t care if they are. This is my life. And I’ve chosen who I want to live it with.”
“You could regret me.”
“And you could regret me. But that’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
“I could never regret you, Freya.”
“And I could never regret you,” I said softly.
He captured my lips one last time before we slid out of bed.
We pieced ourselves together as best as we could and then walked back out into the main room.
Bronx and I gathered some things they had left behind.
Straggling suitcases. Food from the pantry.
Beer and drinks and some pots and pans. We loaded down Bronx’s bike before I slid behind him.
And together, we made our way to the safehouse.
He unloaded his bike as I walked inside, finding Hayley sitting at the kitchen table.
“I was wondering when you guys were going to show up,” she said, grinning.
“They back yet, Hayley!?” my mother called out.
“Yep. Just walked in,” Hayley yelled.
“Perfect. Because there’s a bottle of wine with our names on it,” Mom said as she walked out with a smile.
She poured us each a glass of wine and the three of us sat down.
We talked. We caught up. I learned so much about Hayley and the job she had.
She worked with animals at the zoo, and I thought that was incredible.
Mom said that didn’t shock her in the slightest, especially since she and Hayley always used to go to the zoo together.
I lost myself in the stories as the three of us reconnected with one another.
“I love you both so much,” Mom said.
Hayley and I reached out for her hands, settling ours on top of hers.
“I know you do,” I said.
“I’m so glad to have you back, Mom,” Hayley said breathlessly.
“You know I’d do anything for the two of you, right? Anything to keep you safe?” Mom asked.
Guilt charged throughout my body as I drew in a deep breath.
“I’m sorry I got us into this mess,” I said.
“You didn’t do anything. Sounds like this is more my father than anyone else,” Hayley said.
“It’s okay. I couldn’t have expected to keep this from you forever. You’ve always been curious and headstrong. The two of you have that in common, you know,” Mom said.
I smiled toward Hayley and saw her return it in kind to me.
“As angry as I was for you leaving—and figuring out your father sent you money to fuel this little escapade—had you not left, I never would have gotten this chance to reconnect with Hayley. I never would have gotten a chance to see my two children sitting at a kitchen table drinking wine with me. I’m sorry for keeping this from you.
I’ve done a lot of wrong in my life, but I’ve always tried to do it with the best intentions,” Mom said.
“I know. I get it. And you don’t have to apologize,” I said.
Then, she turned her eyes to Hayley.
“I’m so sorry I left. I’m so sorry you felt abandoned and that your father told you that disgusting lie.
I’ve thought about you every second of every day since I had to leave you behind.
But I thought it was safer that way. In some twisted way, I thought you’d be safer with the man threatening me than at my side, always running away from him.
Please, forgive me, bumblebee. I love you so much and—”
“Mom, it’s okay,” Hayley said.
Tears rushed my mother’s eyes as she gripped Hayley’s hand tightly.
“It’s done, and it’s over. And there’s nothing we can do about it.
The point is, you’re here. You’re alive, after all these years, and I could never be upset with that.
I knew something wasn’t right for a while, but I just stayed blind to it.
But what Dad’s doing? That isn’t right. Not by a longshot.
Stone has helped me a lot. He’s helped me to get away from Dad for the time being until all of this can get resolved.
And in the meantime, we can catch up. How does that sound? ” Hayley asked.
“I would love nothing more,” Mom whispered.
Texas and Bronx started cooking dinner in the kitchen as Ella and Keva joined us at the table.
The girls sat around drinking wine and talking while the guys were in the kitchen murmuring amongst themselves.
We all knew what they were doing. Making plans and figuring a way out of this mess.
But I’d take the peace wherever I could get it.
And I had a great peace sitting at that kitchen table with my newfound family
There was steak and chicken and shrimp sauce to pour over the sautéed vegetables.
The men cooked a spread, and I was thoroughly impressed.
They set plates and cracked open beers. Keva got a cup of her favorite juice and was able to take it to her room to eat and watch a movie.
My father sat across from me, his eyes constantly darting between me and Bronx, who took the liberty of sitting down in front of me.
I lifted my hand as I held my father’s stare and settled my hand on Bronx’s forearm, hoping to the heavens above my father wouldn’t kill us both.
But instead, all he did was grin.
“So, Stone,” my father said.
“Yep?” Stone asked.
“Think your club could use a bit of help?”
And that was how my father came to have everyone’s attention at the table.