17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Ethan

T ruth be told, I can never get enough of Freya. Even as she lays here, in front of me, I can't stop looking at her or touching her. I want to make love to her again, even though we just did, and I know that I have to leave soon and take her with me. There are no reservations about her staying with me. The thought actually sets my mind at ease. At least she'll be safe. Of course, the side benefit is that she'll be with me, but who am I kidding, that's the best part. Freya is everything that I want in a woman and more. I just didn't know it. Or maybe I did, but I was too stupid to let it sink in.

Either way, she and I are together now, and that's all that matters. I kiss her nose. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving. What's say I make us something quick?"

"How about we order something in, lass? You've had a long couple of days, and I'm sure you don't want to cook."

"Actually, cooking relaxes me. And I've got something fast I can whip up."

"One of your omelettes?" I ask, eyes widening. Freya makes the best omelettes ever.

"Of course."

"I'm in." I say, finding my pants. I help her locate her bra and we head into the kitchen, after we're both dressed. It takes a whole seven minutes before we're sitting at her table, eating her delicious eggs. "You know, there isn't anything that I haven't missed about you." I observe, after swallowing a mouthful. "God, I even missed your fucking eggs." I chuckle.

She smiles and gives my hair a tousle. "I missed everything about you, but especially that just laid look."

I smirk. "My just laid look?"

"Hair all messed up, face colored, and a smile that you only have after sex. So fucking sexy I want to take you again."

I chuckle.

"Oh, and that sexy laugh of yours. Fuck." She gasps, lust filled in her lungs. "Gets me every time."

"You are insatiable, lass."

"With you around, I am." She rises, collecting my plate and hers, and takes them to the sink. I rise a moment later, and snake my arms around her waist, planting my lips on her neck. "See what I mean?"

"I do." I say, pulling her shirt out of her pants again, and sliding my hand up, cupping her breast. My other hand undoes her pants, and slips the other hand down to her wetness, and I circle her clit. Her hand finds its way behind her, cupping my hardened cock, and then the other hand reaches back, and she undoes my pants. As they fall to the floor, I finagle her pants open, and they also fall to the floor. I turn her around, so she faces me, and lift her onto the counter, while she pulls open my shirt, and skates her hands over my chest.

Our lips meet, and our tongues tangle, as we kiss erotically next to the skillet she used to make dinner. My cock pokes up out of my underwear, and she pushes me back slightly, eyes filled with lust and mischief. "What's on your mind, lass?" I ask huskily, knowing full well what she's doing. I watch her drop to her knees, pulling my briefs down, and she stuffs my rock-hard cock into her mouth, as I tilt my head back, drawing in a deep breath.

"Fuuuuuck." I breathe. Her sucking is extraordinary and so perfect, as she pumps my shaft with her hand and sucks the head artfully, making my seed travel from my balls fast. Then I look down at her and watch her stuff my cock in her mouth farther, as I feel the head hit the back of her throat, and I have to look away. It's too hot. "Jesus…Christ…" I say on exhale, trying like hell not to blow my wad too fast, but it's so fucking good.

"God, I want to fuck you so bad." I tell her, pulling away, lifting her back up onto the counter, and thrusting into her hard. Her head lulls back, and I take her breast in my mouth, grasping the other one with my free hand, as my cock pumps in and out of her. "You taste so fucking good." I tell her, but I haven't tasted enough of her yet, and I plan to.

Her nipple is like a rock on my tongue, as she cries out, and I feel her insides tighten and quiver against my dick. "Fuck me, Freya." I tell her, as she comes all over the head of my cock, and I purposely go off my own rhythm, hanging on by a thread. I have bigger plans. As she starts coming down, I slow my thrusts, as I kiss my way down her belly, and then pull out of her, making my way past her navel, to her wetness. Setting her knees onto my shoulders, I stick my head in the promised land, and make love to her clit and lips, sucking and licking them, as she writhes at my touch.

"Oh, God, Ethan." She pants, almost begging for more pleasure or for mercy, not sure which, but based on her ass wiggling with my rhythm, I'd say it's the former. It takes a decent, long, pulsing suck and she's gone down the rabbit hole of ecstasy again, coming against my tongue, crying out so loud I'm glad the windows are closed. Her second orgasm seems to be stronger than the first, impressing me.

My balls feel like they're going to explode, so I lift, and thrust back into her, still feeling her aftershocks against my cock. With a finger on her clit and my dick deep inside her, I fill her repeatedly, riding on the coattails of her climax, and I bend slightly, sucking on her nipple, giving her the full monty of pleasure. "Jesus fucking Christ!" She growls, through gritted teeth, as I feel her body quiver, sucking my dick harder, reminding me of how fucking hot she looked sucking on it moments ago. And I hold my breath, feeling my seed make its way to the tip, as she comes like thunder a third time. I don't take my finger off her clit as I pull out, and shove my dick between our bodies, shooting come all over her belly, kissing her hungrily, sucking her tongue and lips, rubbing the shaft on her belly.

We're both sticky with my seed as we come down from the hottest sex we've ever had together, and for me, the best sex I've ever had with anyone. I'm breathless, spent, and exhausted, yet somehow if she were to touch me again once I recover, I know I'd be ready for more. That's the effect Freya has on me. I can't get enough of her. We're so out of breath we start laughing, as I lean my forehead on hers. "My God, I thought my heart would burst." Freya says through breaths.

"Mine, too." I kiss her on the mouth. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

There is a paper towel roll standing on the counter. I grab that and clean us off, and then we dress again. "Come on. Let me help you get your things put together before we end up in bed again."

"Aye, we should. We're like teenagers, Ethan." She chuckles.

I help her put some things together, tidy up, and she follows me, in her car, to my place. In my rearview mirror, the whole time, I can see my team following us, keeping us safe. She calls me from her car, on Bluetooth, and I answer. "Do you mind if Trudy joins us at your place? She's just texted me, asking where I am."

"Aye, that's fine, lass. I've got work to do, anyway. I'm only setting foot in my door to grab a quick shower, and I'm heading to the office."

"Washing the smell of me off you, are you?" She jokes.

"I'm not a fan of being razzed by my brothers, Freya. My hair is a mess, and we've got a meeting with some important clients; the Ford brothers. I can't afford to look unprofessional."

"I get it. I'm just yanking your chain, Ethan."

"I know it."

"I'll see you in a minute."

"Love you."

"Love you, too."

It's weird. I never knew I was the type to use those three words all the time, but it feels right saying them to Freya. As a matter of fact, if I didn't tell her I loved her all the time, it wouldn't feel right. The words slide off my tongue like butter. When we get to my place, we're not in the door two minutes, when Trudy shows up. In fact, I'm not even stripping down to take a shower, as there isn't time, before I have to answer the call from my main security guy at the gate. "Aye, let her in. That's Trudy." I confirm. I'd let him know that we were expecting a guest, but with all that's been happening, they insist on physical confirmation first, before allowing anyone entry.

"Hey, Trudy." I say, as I open the front door. "Come on in."

She ignores me, not saying hello, or anything. She addresses Freya first, with a direct voice, like she's pissed. "Oh, good. You're alive."

Freya's face falls. "How did you find out?"

"Maverick. When were you going to tell me you were almost fucking killed, huh? How come I had to find out through him?"

"What were you doing with my brother, is the more important question here." I intervene. "As you can see, Freya is fine."

"Shut up, Ethan." She raises a hand to stifle me, not looking my way, but I don't take offence. Then she addresses Freya again. "So this lunatic came after you in Scotland? And how come I'm the last to know?"

Freya is defeated. She sits down, sighing, patting the table. "Come. Sit." She says, and Trudy listens, like a trained dog. "I'm sorry. There really wasn't a chance. I just got home earlier, had a sleep, packed some things, and now I'm here." She explains, using a slight lie, but I get it. She didn't want to worry her best friend needlessly. There was nothing that Trudy could have done, anyway.

"Is that your duffel bag I see?"

Freya nods. "Aye. Ethan insists that I stay here for safety, just until things settle down."

"Well, are you okay? I mean, what happened?"

"Nathan Mackenzie and Wesley Higgins came after me, but Ethan and two of his security team were there and got them. Higgins is dead, but who knows what's going to happen to Mackenzie, and the other guys that kidnapped Peg are still at large."

"But you're okay?" Trudy asks, worry still registered all over her face.

"Aye. I'm fine. I've been to the doctor to get checked out."

Trudy sighs, raking her hands through her hair, with her head down.

"I'm sorry, Trudy. I didn't mean to worry you."

I stand there, wondering if I should leave them, and go take a shower, but something is keeping me there. Something in the tone of Trudy's voice is shaky, and I'm not sure if Freya is picking up on it, or if I'm just imagining it. After all, I don't know Trudy all that well.

"Is boss man having a shit? Does he know?"

Trudy shakes her head, as she still faces the table. "Not that I'm aware of." She answers, and I hear it. Her voice cracks. Freya and I exchange a look.

"God, Trudy. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

The gasp is clear and audible. "God, it's not that." Trudy states. "I mean, I'm glad you're okay and all." Another gasp, as she lifts her head, and I can see the tears pouring down her cheeks. Freya lifts to go embrace her friend, holding her tight, as she sits, and starts to blubber.

"Is everything okay, Trudy? Did something happen while I was away?"

"Oh, God, Freya, it's a nightmare." She sobs, mewling.

"What…what is it, Freya?"

"Oh, God, Freya. I don't know what to do." She pulls back, crying her heart out.

"Tell me. Tell me what's wrong." Freya demands gently.

Trudy looks at her friend, with so much conviction it actually tugs at my heart strings, and like I said, I don't know her well.

"Freya…I...God, I can't even tell you."

"What? What can't you say?"

"Err...I'll...leave you two alone. Give you some privacy." I offer.

"No. No, it's okay. I shouldn't have come." Trudy says.

Trudy rises and leaves, like her pants are on fire.

Freya stands there, dumbfounded, face blank. "I've never known her to be like that before."

"She's clearly got something to say but isn't ready to say it."

But we find out soon enough.

And, once again, our lives are changed forever...all because of the thing that Trudy couldn't say.