Chapter sixty-seven
Rory
I’m still replaying the moment I lifted her up in the stadium when we walk through her front door, the feel of her arms around my shoulders, the way she laughed like she wasn’t even thinking about who was watching, like it was just us, and I don’t think I’ve ever walked off a pitch feeling like that before.
I flop down onto her sofa and when I turn back toward her she’s already watching me, leaning slightly against the wall, her fingers absently tracing over the bracelet at her wrist.
“You alright?” I ask, softer now that it’s just us.
She nods. “Yeah… I think it’s just all catching up with me.”
“Good catching up or bad catching up?”
Her lips curve slightly. “Good.”
I stand and step towards, not rushing it, not closing the space too quickly, just enough that I can steady her.
“You were unreal today,” she says quietly.
I shake my head. “You’ve said that already.”
“I know, but I don’t think you understand how it felt watching you like that.”
“How did it feel… watching me?”
She hesitates for half a second, like she’s deciding how much to say. “Like I was proud of you in a way that didn’t have anything to do with rugby.”
I step closer again, my hand finding her waist.
“That interview…” she adds, her voice softer now. “You didn’t have to say that.”
“I did,” I reply.
Her eyes flick up to mine. “No,” she says gently. “You chose to.”
I nod slightly. “Yeah.”
I lift my hand, brushing my thumb slowly along her jaw, taking my time with it, watching the way her eyes soften slightly at the touch, the way she leans into it without even realising she’s doing it.
“This isn’t just us getting carried away anymore,” I say quietly.
She exhales softly, her forehead tilting toward mine. “I know.”
“I mean it, Frey.”
“I know,” she repeats, her voice steadier this time. “I feel it too.”
I kiss her then, slowly, giving her time to meet me there, to lean into it the same way I am, and she does, her hand sliding up into my hair.
It builds differently like this. We are no longer hungry, frustrated and desperate for each other. There’s meaning to it now and fuck, that just makes it even more thrilling.
Her hands move to my shoulders as I guide her gently back toward the sofa, neither of us breaking the kiss, not because we can’t stop, but because we don’t need to.
I sit first, pulling her with me so that she’s straddling me. Her fingers trace slowly down my neck, across my shoulders, like she’s learning me all over again. Or maybe properly for the first time.
“You feel different,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“Good different?”
“Better.”
I shift slightly, my hand sliding to her hips, my thumb brushing slowly against her side, feeling the way she responds to it, the way her body relaxes into mine instead of tensing.
Her hands slide under my shirt, warm against my skin, and I let out a quiet breath at the contact, my own hands moving just as slowly, just as deliberately, like we’re both aware that this isn’t something we’re rushing through anymore.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmurs.
I close my eyes briefly, letting that settle.
“Good,” I say quietly. “Because neither am I.”
We start kissing again and I realise, I’ve never felt like this just from kissing someone.
Not like this, where her mouth moves against mine and it’s enough to make my head spin, where the slow drag of her tongue against mine sends something deep through my body that feels far too intense for something so simple, my hand tightening instinctively at her waist as I pull her closer, needing more of her without even knowing what more looks like yet.
It’s not just the kiss. It’s everything underneath it.
The way she fits against me. The way she chooses me.
The way I know, without question, that I am completely gone for this woman.
“Frey…” I murmur against her lips, my voice already rough. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I’m all yours,” she breathes back, and something snaps inside me.
My hands move without thinking, sliding up her sides, lifting her top slowly over her head, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it away before I’m back on her, my mouth finding hers again, then her jaw, then her neck, taking my time like I don’t want to miss a single inch of her.
Her head tips back slightly, giving me more of her neck.
I take the opportunity to take the skin on her neck between my teeth and nip it, kissing it straight after.
She lets out a whispered "fuck" as I continue this down her neck, along her collar bone and to her nipples, nipping and kissing as I go.
“Rory…” she whispers, and I feel it everywhere.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my lips brushing along her skin, slower now, deliberate, wanting her to feel every second of it.
Her hands move over me, pushing my top up and off, her fingers dragging across my skin in a way that makes my stomach tighten.
I pause for a second. Her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them, but steady, locked on mine like she’s right here with me in this moment. And fuck, that does something to me.
"Fuck, Rory, you just know exactly what to do to drive me wild" she says, breathless.
"You don’t have to do anything to drive me wild Frey, just exist." I lift her hips slightly to remove her jeans and underwear. She looks so fucking perfect grinding on me wearing just the bracelet I got her. Fuck I am a lucky man.
I remove my tracksuit bottoms and boxers and my dick springs up, throbbing. Freya lowers herself down and before I’m even inside her, I can feel her wet heat on the tip of my cock.
"Rory, I don’t want anyone else, ever. I only want you."
Sweet Jesus. The words send electricity through every nerve ending in my body. Her saying those words while the tip of my cock hovers at her entrance is enough to send me over the fucking edge.
"Good Frey, because you're mine forever." And with that, I pull her hips down, burying myself inside her as she lets out a scream. I cover her mouth and pause, laughing slightly, aware that Theo is upstairs in bed.
"Shhhh I say" whispered.
"I can’t help it, your cock feels so fucking good inside me."
"You do it then baby, you take control. fuck me"
Her eyes turn darker still as she starts grinding on my cock.
Backwards. Forwards Up. Down. Round in delicious circles.
Her fingers curl into my shoulders as she presses closer, her body moving with mine in a way that feels instinctive, natural, like we’ve always known how to find each other like this.
Our hands are roaming each other’s bodies, our kisses deep and breathless.
I can feel the sensation building inside of me with every grind, every movement.
The heat is building low in my stomach and I can feel myself spiraling out of control.
"Come inside me Rory" she breathlessly whispers and fuck, it does me in. Electric pulses through me as I throb and explode inside her.
"Holy shit." I groan, my hands tightening on her arse.
"Fuckkkk. Rory." Freya whimpers, her body tensing up and clenching around me. And when everything finally tips, when that tension gives and we fall through it together, it doesn’t feel like losing control. It feels like letting go into something safe.
I exhale slowly against her skin, my arms wrapping around her as she settles against me, her breathing uneven, her body still shuddering against mine.
For a moment, neither of us says anything. There’s just the sound of our breathing slowing down.
I press a slow kiss into her hair, my hand moving gently along her back.
“This…” I murmur breathless. “This is us now.”
She shifts slightly, tilting her head up to look at me, her expression softer than I’ve ever seen it. “Yeah,” she says. “It is.”
And as I hold her there, not rushing to move, I know that this isn’t something fleeting. This connection isn’t something we’ll lose the second we stop. This is something we chose. And something we’ll keep choosing. Every single day.