Sun is still shining through the skylights on the roof when I wake up next, smiling because Freya is still beside me. She’s facing me now, her head on my shoulder as I lay on my back. She sighs in her sleep, one of her legs sliding up mine to rest across my thigh. I suppress a groan, wanting to wake her up with my lips on her skin.
I can hear Jake downstairs, hollering directions to the crew as they wrestle an exhaust fan into place in the kitchen. I should be down there helping, but I’m not moving a muscle until Freya wakes up. I doze off again, waking when I feel her shifting next to me.
I keep my breathing even, wanting to see what she’ll do. Freya carefully pulls away from me and gets out of bed, her bare feet quiet as she pads across the floor. I hear her walk into the new bathroom, water running. A few minutes later she comes back to the bed, there’s a pause, then she crawls under the covers. I feel her fingers slide under my shirt and play up my ribs, her touch light against my skin. I roll up on my side, reaching for her to pull her close. My fingers skimming across the smooth skin of her back elicit a tiny moan from Freya as I realize her t-shirt is gone.
I look down at her, hair tousled by sleep, heat burning in her gaze, and I’m not even a little bit tired anymore. Reaching back, I quickly pull my shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor. Freya hums with appreciation, smiling at me before her eyes slide closed and our lips meet. I kiss her hard, rolling her to her back as I hold my weight off of her, hungry for every inch of her skin.
Freya gives it all back, I feel her teeth on my lip, her fingers tugging on my hair, her body moving under mine. Her leg slides around my hip, bringing me even closer and I break the kiss with a groan as I rock my hips forward.
“Ricky, I want you,” Freya moans softly, her lips finding my neck. ...if I start something with you, I don’t want it to be because I was lonely and sad… Her words from last night echo through my brain. I pull back, looking at her carefully. She looks back up at me, lips parted in a smile.
“How’re you feeling?” If I just killed her mood I am going to throw myself off a bridge...but I have to know. Freya stares at me for a second before she hears the question I’m really asking and smiles.
“Excited...horny...not even a tiny bit sad or lonely.” Freya smiles, giggling when I bury my face in her neck, tickling her with my beard. Her giggles turn into gasps of pleasure when I grind against her, her nails digging into my back as she rocks her hips. I kiss a path down her belly, stopping to nuzzle the soft skin under her breasts and she squeals. Giving her bellybutton a playful lick, I reach down and shove my shorts off my hips, kicking them to the side.
I’m leaning in to kiss her again when I pause, glancing at the boxes on the floor. Trying hard to remember exactly which one might hold the stuff I was planning to put in the new bathroom cabinet...specifically condoms.
“What’s wrong?” Freya murmurs, reaching for me.
“Condoms are here somewhere, you’ll have to give me a second,” I grin apologetically and she laughs as I climb off the bed and rip the nearest box open.
“Success!” I yell on the second box, holding a condom up and laughing when Freya claps enthusiastically.
Walking back to the bed, Freya sits up on her knees to meet me, her arms winding around my neck. The kiss is long and slow, her tongue flicking against mine. When we part, her lips find my shoulder as I lean down, scooping her up and depositing her in the middle of the bed. I kiss a trail between her breasts, softly marking her as she hums with pleasure and tangles her fingers in my hair.
She gasps when I nip the inside of her thigh, moaning when I push one of her legs over my shoulder and lean in for a taste. Licking and teasing until she’s panting with need, I roll on the condom as I kiss my way up her body and she spreads her legs, pulling me in close.
“Yes, yes, yes-yes yes yes-oh!,” Freya breathes, letting out a throaty cry when I bury myself deep in her heat. I start moving, slow at first and then we find a rhythm, bodies moving together, faster and faster until she throws her head back and her eyes slide closed. As I feel her clench tight around me, I pound her harder, her nails marking my shoulders as I let go with a yell.
We ride the aftershocks, moving slowly, kissing and touching, her skin so soft under my fingers as I stroke lightly down her ribs. I shift my weight away from her, rolling to my side. Happiness flutters through my chest when she rolls with me, tucking her face in close to my neck and breathing in deep.
“You smell good,” Freya whispers, her lips fluttering over the pulse in my neck. I smooth her tangled hair back from her face and tilt her chin up, claiming her lips with my own. We stay in bed, twined together, kissing and cuddling and talking until my phone pings loudly. Reaching over, I glance at the text and laugh. Freya looks over my shoulder and bursts into giggles.
Jake: Sounds like you got your girl. Ordered you guys a pizza so you don’t die. It’s on the stairs. Just guessing based on that empty bottle on your tailgate that you need to eat. Also left water. Hydrate dumbass.
“We’re going to need to ration that pizza, because I live here now and can never, ever go downstairs,” Freya says seriously, before bursting into another round of laughter.
“Not me, I’m going to do a walk of fame, right now,” I stand as if I’m going to strut downstairs naked. Freya squeals, wrapping her arms around my waist and attempting to wrestle me back to bed. I let her pull me over, pinning her beneath me as I kiss her soundly. Kissing leads us back to other things...the pizza is cold but tastes damn good when I finally grab the box off the stairs.
9
Freya
“The coast is clear,” Ricky stage whispers. We’re both laughing as he walks me across the alley to my car. It’s the wee hours of Christmas Eve morning, stars are shining brightly in the sky and the air is crisp with the promise of more snow. Reaching my car, I turn to face him and he links our fingers together. His lips are so kissable. When I tug lightly on his beard, Ricky smiles, leaning in and kissing me hard. His body pins me to the car and all of my nerve endings light up. Another round? Yep let’s do this thing! He breaks the kiss with a groan, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Tell me I can see you later,” he whispers. Swoon.
“You can see me later,” I whisper. He kisses me again lightly, then once more with a smile. He opens the door to my car and I climb inside. Leaning in, he steals one more kiss.
“Mmm, I could get addicted to you,” he rumbles softly, stepping back and shutting the door carefully.
I manage to start the car and drive home, greeting Mitzy with a goofy smile as she yowls, scolding me for the emptiness of her food dish.
“Oh hush you drama llama, I have a date for Christmas Eve,” I laugh, rubbing her ears. Mitzy is unimpressed as only a cat can be, so I feed her, shower and blissfully fall into bed for a couple of hours. When I wake up, I feel amazing. Like I got laid. I feel like I got laid and it was amazing.
Ricky smiled mysteriously and told me to dress warmly tonight when I asked him what he was planning. Rifling through my closet, I pull out my favorite teal cashmere sweater and a tight pair of jeans. A brown leather vest with sheepskin lining and some cute boots join the ensemble laid out on my bed and I step back to look. Sexy but warm, is that even a thing? I think it’s a thing.