Chapter 10

We want to be adults so bad, that one day we’ll grow up and actually be them. And then wish we were kids again, because the adult life ain’t no fucking joke.

-Ridley’s secret thoughts

Ridley

I could tell she was mad at me.

Before we split off from the boys, I could sense the distance between us, even though we were as close as ever.

Her body was still plastered to mine and had been for the last five hours.

She’d only said one word to me the entire trip home and that was to say she’d needed to use the restroom an hour and a half ago.

When I’d pulled over at a rest station, she’d gone inside and come back out in less than five minutes, not saying a thing the entire time.

Now there we were, pulling up in front of her house.

What did she do?

She got off the bike, waved at me, then started walking to her front porch.

She didn’t even look back over her shoulder.

And then nothing.

Not a thanks for the ride. Not a thanks for showing up. Nothing.

“Hey!” I called her, stopping her in her tracks.

She turned, taking her helmet off of her head as she did.

Her hair was plastered to her head with sweat, and her eyes looked red.

She’d lost the sunglasses at some point, too.

When, I didn’t know, but I was sure I would be figuring it out.

Very soon.

“You forget something?” I asked her.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, taking off the leather jacket and handing it to me. “Thanks.”

Then she was turning around again and heading straight to her front door.

Without another word.

A. Fucking. Gain.

I got off my bike then, heading straight for her.

She made it into the house and had the door partially closed behind her before I stuck my boot in the door and stopped it from slamming closed.

She didn’t even notice.

She was too busy stripping her clothes off her body to hear me.

She tossed the shirt on the floor by the front entrance, then her shoes by the back of the couch.

And it was then that I realized that what I thought earlier of her place being tossed and searched was actually all Freya’s fault.

She scattered papers as she passed, humming slightly as she did, then bent over and stripped off her pants, leaving them in the middle of the kitchen.

“Stupid,” she growled, sweeping her hand in a sideways motion next to the sink, knocking all of her empty cups, plates, and bowls into the sink as she did.

“Fucking stupid,” she continued, placing both of her hands on the counter in front of her, leaning in as she did.

I smiled as I took in her panties.

They said “Wednesday’ on them in bright pink letters.

The funny thing was, was that today was actually Wednesday.

“I’m so tired,” she whispered. “So tired.”

It was then that I decided to make myself known.

“You should be,” I said lightly.

She whirled around, her blonde hair falling partially out of the ponytail that was still holding up her hair.

Somewhat, anyway.

Now it was holding up the back half of it. Lopsided.

She looked fucking cute.

So cute that I could barely keep my cock in check. It’d been raging for hours, and now I was expected to endure this, too?

I couldn’t.

Not anymore.

I had to taste her. At least a little bit.

Just. A. Taste.

I had her pinned up against the kitchen counter one second and then we were rolling around on the floor the next.

My knee wedged in between hers, and I fell in between her splayed thighs in the next breath.

“Fuck,” I said the moment my hardened cock felt the heat of her pussy.

Her tongue rubbed sensuously against mine, coaxing and baiting at the same time.

Her fingernails clawed my back as I started to ground my cock into her.

Her indrawn breath in the next second had me pulling back from her, watching as her body arched into mine.

And then she came.

A blush rushed up from her chest, starting at her collarbone and going all the way up to her hairline.

“Oh, my God,” she breathed. “What the hell was that?”

She looked genuinely confused.

I stared at her like she’d grown a second head.

“You don’t know what an orgasm is?” I asked her.

She bit her lip.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she breathed. “And you never got close to me with anything but your cock…which was still in your pants, I might add.”

I should’ve known then that she was a virgin.

Not many people didn’t know what an orgasm ‘really’ felt like.

Even if they did it on their own, most knew what it felt like.

But, like the clueless dumbass I was, I ignored the warning signs.

Such as how she blushed when she’d come.

Or how she seemed genuinely clueless about what to do with her hands and legs.

She had the kissing part down, however, and that was what I was focusing on when I started to work her panties down her legs.

She lifted her ass, helping me along as I did.

While she pulled her panties off the rest of the way, I worked my cock free of my pants, then grabbed my wallet and fished out the one and only condom from the inside pocket.

I prayed that it wasn’t expired, but I would be using it anyway since my cock was now ruling all of my actions instead of my brain.

 

I was frantic to be inside of her; my control having vanished with Freya’s clothes.

And she wasn’t helping any.

Each time I tried to gather some restraint, she’d use her nails. Or her mouth. Or her legs.

Before long, it was all I could do to hold myself up as I got the condom situated and in place covering my cock.

I made a mental note to talk to her about getting tested so we could ditch the condoms, but she made that thought—and any others—disappear when her legs pulled me in close.

Once my cock touched the heat of her, I lost all ability to think.

I slammed inside of her, not even realizing until too late that she was a virgin.

“Fuck,” Freya hissed, arching her back, and not in a happy way.

Her legs tightened on my ribs, and she started to push me away with her hands.

I stayed there, fighting her hold, as I looked into her eyes.

“You’re…” I croaked, leaning back so I could see her face. “What?”

There were tears in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, stilling my body and staring at her in dismay.

Her lip quivered, and a lone tear slipped over.

“Shit,” I said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the tear where it disappeared into her hairline.

Her pussy clenched around me, making my heart skip a beat.

Then she lifted her hips and I sank inside even further.

“Goddammit,” I sank my head into the crook of her neck, trying to deep breathe to gain some control over the situation. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been so rough.”

She pulled on my hair, and I pulled back to look at her.

The tears were gone, and in their place was understanding.

“I’m okay,” she said.

I swallowed thickly.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated again.

I had never been with a virgin. Not even my wife had been a virgin.

We’d lost our virginities to each other’s best friends.

She’d lost it to Davy Gains, my best friend since fourth grade. I’d lost mine to Haley Crow, her best friend since they were toddlers.

It’d happened on the same night, too.

So no, this was incredibly new to me.

Even my first hadn’t been a virgin.

But God, had I known Freya would be that tight, I would’ve had a completely different outlook on this night.

On us.

On her.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

She shook her head frantically. “No.”

“Can I move?” I asked.

She shook her head again. “No.”

I closed my eyes as I started to deep breathe.

I was fairly sure if I didn’t get the chance to move sometime soon, my dick would literally fall off from lack of blood flow.

I reversed our positions, rolling onto my back as I held onto her hips.

She rolled with me, gasping as the move placed me impossibly deeper inside of her.

Yet she proved once again that she was stronger than she appeared by starting to stand even though I didn’t want her to.

“Stay,” I ordered her. “It’ll get better.”

“It already is better,” she admitted softly, her blush overtaking her face.

I moaned and let my arms fall behind me, my hands grasping onto the under ledge of the cabinetry that was next to my head.

She hissed when I inadvertently arched upwards as I reached for the lip of the cabinet, and her eyes flared bright before she hesitantly started to move on top of me.

I bit my lip and lifted my feet, giving her something to lean against as she started to move.

“Lean back,” I ordered.

She did, the movement allowing the lips of her sex to open, giving me the first good view of her pussy, as well as my cock stretching her tight.

Her entrance seemed to strain to take my girth, and I could see the blood from her torn hymen each time she rose and fell on my cock.

“Widen your legs, place both of your feet flat on the floor,” I instructed her as I ripped my shirt from my body. “Good girl, now use my knees to lean against as you lift yourself up and down on my hard cock.”

She moaned.

“Take your breasts out of your bra,” I ordered her. “Let me see them jiggle as you take me.”

She lifted her hands, which had been resting on her legs, to her bra.

Deftly she removed it, allowing those juicy globes to bounce free of their confinement.

“Jesus,” I moaned, closing my eyes.

My balls drew up tight to my body and I started reciting the pledge of Allegiance in my head.

By the time I was on the pledge to the Texas flag, I was redlining it.

“God,” I said. “Please get yourself there.”

She bit her lip, one hand going to a rosy nipple, and the other going to her clit.

The muscles of my arms strained as I kept myself anchored in place as she started to touch herself.

Her pussy clenched and I lost it.

The come from my balls started to jet out of the tip of my cock, bathing the inside of the condom I was wearing, filling it so full I feared for it’s integrity.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Freya cried, her voice going so high that my ears started to ring. “Oh, God yes.”

I growled loudly as the last dregs of my come poured from me, and then I saw stars when Freya came.

Her tight sheath clamped down on me like it was forever going to keep me, pulling at me and massaging me, coaxing more come out of my dick than I had realized was possible.

By the time she fell straight onto my chest, both of our breathing was erratic, and I was sweating so bad I stuck to the floor with each breath I took.

“I think you broke me,” I told her, seriously sure that she had, indeed, broken me.

My vision was hazy, and my head was resembling cotton candy.

She lifted up onto one arm and stared down at me.

“You broke me,” she said. “How am I supposed ever think about anything else again? You should fix me.”

“The person that broke you can’t be the one to fix you,” I told her. “It doesn’t work like that.”

She stuck her tongue out at me in reply.

I laughed and rolled us, pinning her to the floor with my upper body while I withdrew my length from her.

I held onto the condom as I pulled out, watching her face for any discomfort as I did.

Luckily, all I saw was sadness as I pulled all the way out.

“You have to fake it like the rest of us,” I told her. “Welcome to the land of the living.”

She punched me in the chest, glaring hard at me.

“You think I wasn’t in the land of the living?” she asked sourly.

I narrowed my eyes.

“How old are you?” I asked her. “We’ve covered everything from your favorite color to your high school teacher that you hated. Why don’t I know your birthday?”

She pursed her lips.

“I’m twenty-eight.”

I blinked.

“You’re…what?” I asked.

There was no way she was late twenties. She looked twenty-two at most.

She nodded. “I’m twenty-eight. It took me eight years to get through nursing school because I couldn’t afford to pay for it straight out, and I didn’t want to get any loans because of all the horror stories I’ve heard about paying them back. Plus, I didn’t start school right after I turned eighteen. Then there was the whole year I took off after I graduated because I was really scared to take the boards.”

That was surprising.

Very surprising.

She seemed like a smart cookie, but I could see it now that she’d said something.

“Why are you so self-conscious?” I asked. “It’s like everything you do, you gauge the situation. What happened that you can’t just be you?”

She stood up and turned her back on me, bending down at the knees to pick up her bra.

Then she walked away without answering.

Sensing a sore subject when I saw one, I removed the condom, threw it into the trash, and snatched my underwear from the floor before following her.

I found her in her bedroom, and she smiled when she saw the gun on the bed.

“That was your brother’s, wasn’t it?” I asked.

She nodded.

“It is.” She cleared her throat, then shrugged into her t-shirt. “Was.”

I walked up behind her, amazed at how her body seemed so small compared to mine, and placed one lone hand on her belly, pulling her back into my chest.

Pressing my lips against her neck I said, “I’m proud of you.”

She shivered as my words made their way into her ears. The roughness of my voice was probably bringing the shivers rather than the praise.

“I…I liked what we just did,” she whispered.

She placed both of her hands on my wrist, holding on tight as we both processed what we’d just done.

Freya had been amazing. So fucking phenomenal that I felt guilt sliding into my gut at how different she’d been from my wife.

My wife wasn’t exactly adventurous in bed. After the initial sex phase where we did it like bunnies, anywhere and everywhere, Aerie had gone on a birth control that had dramatically decreased her sex drive.

Earlier in our marriage, we’d have sex once a day, if not more, before it’d dropped down until I was lucky to get it once a week.

She’d tried multiple forms of birth control, but none had been right for her. So to help get her back on track, a condom had primarily been our main form of birth control.

Neither of us had been ready for kids, and then I was deployed on my first and only tour of duty in Iraq shortly after. Immediately after discharging, I’d gotten a job with the local sheriff’s department and had started working full time only a few weeks after getting home.

I’d just gotten home from my deployment when Collin Coller had decided to break into our home. When my wife had put up a fight, he’d shot her to contain her.

He didn’t mean to kill her, according to him, but it didn’t matter whether he meant to or not. He did, and that was enough to condemn him in my eyes.

Needless to say, it wasn’t exactly a good feeling to know that Freya affected me far more deeply than Aerie had.

She had the power to destroy me.

The loss of Aerie from my life had been devastating. It affected every single thing I did with my day to day life. I’d had her since I was in high school, a friend to talk to whenever I needed it. A confidant. Then one day she was taken from me, leaving a broken man to pick up the pieces.

Freya, though. She had the power to kill me.

I wasn’t sure I would be able to survive if anything ever happened to her.

Which was why I was ready to pull back.

I’d miscalculated, and it was time to regroup.

If she’d let me.

But she’d stalled my departure with a few words.

“They’re trying to take my brother from me,” she whispered.

I blinked.

“What?” I asked.

“They’re trying to take what’s left of my brother from me. Right out of my hands.”