“I’m happy here with you.” I move in behind her, brushing her dark hair from her neck. I grip her hips and kiss the space behind her right ear. “This. Us. Being with you is all I need.” I press my raging hard on to her ass, ready to take her right here.
Fuck, no one turns me on like she does.
She could simply breathe, and my dick grows hard.
Freya turns into me, placing a palm over my chest. “Okay but we can’t survive off love and sex.”
“We can try.” I grin and she shakes her head.
“Such a man thing to say.”
“As if you don’t enjoy it. Could eat you morning, noon, and night. Only meal I need is that sweet cunt.”
“I’m not against this plan, it’s just we may need to venture into the real world at some point.”
“Nah. I thought we’d pick up and move out into the wild, and I’d build us a love shack with my bare hands. We can live off the land. Make love out in the open. Live naked.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” A smile plays at the corners of her lips.
“Maybe. Had a lot of time to do nothing but think. Tonight though I’d settle for a pizza.” I kiss her forehead and grab the menu stuck to the fridge with a magnet. “This place new?”
“They’ve been in about a year I think, but they have great food.”
Freya points out her favorites and we settle on sandwiches, fries, and a salad to share. While she orders, I grab a quick shower. When I step out Freya is on the phone. From what I gather it isn’t a pleasant call. Tears streak her cheeks as she stares blankly out the window that overlooks the parking lot. I pull on a pair of sweatpants.
When I reenter the living room Freya ends the call. “Thanks for calling. Yeah. Love you too.” With her phone clutched to her breast she hiccups on a sob. “That was Yara. Death’s son passed away about an hour ago.”
“Fuck.” I pull her into me. “Hate to hear it. Damn shame.” I may have my issues with the fact he fucked Freya but I would never wish this on him. It’s a God damn tragedy. “What can I do, babe?”
“You’re doing it.” She sniffles and snuggles her face into the crook of my neck. “I just know how much Death loves his son. This will destroy him.”
Before I can comment there’s a knock at the door, signaling our delivery has arrived. I doubt Freya still has an appetite. I release her to accept the food and pay.
“You want this now or…” Her mind is likely on Death. I feel for the brother. I do but that doesn’t change the fact he fucked her. The thought of them sharing a connection kills me. I keep trying to get the image I conjured up of them together out of my head, but it lives in the back of my thoughts, festering like rotting flesh.
“I can eat.” She takes one of the bags and plasters a fake smile on her face.
“You don’t have to pretend for my sake. If you want to call and express your condolences I’m not going to be pissed at you. I hate that you fucked him, but I get that you care.”
“Can you stop being so perfect.” She slaps the food onto the counter, smashing our fries.
“Want me to yell at you? Scream in your face that I hate he’s touched you. That I want to gouge out his eyes because he knows what you look like naked. Want me to tell you how I want to cut off his dick and feed it to him because its been inside you. He knows how sweet your cunt feels when you get off and it tears me up. I want to rip your clothes off and fuck your brains out. Fuck you till you forget his name. Fill you so full of my come I’m dripping out of you for weeks. So full of me that your body has no choice but to have my baby. Tattoo my God damned name on your heart as a permanent reminder that you’re mine.” I grab her face and squeeze her cheeks.
“Did you suck his dick?” I grab the dish soap off the sink and go to squirt it in her mouth. Freya slaps at my hands. The plastic bottle sails across the room. I grip the waist of her jeans and jerk them down her legs. I cup her pussy over her black lace panties. “Did he eat your pussy, Freya? The pussy that belongs to me. That you swore would always be mine.”
“Shut up.”
“Did he make you scream his name? How many times did he fuck you?”
“Stop it, Fisher.”
“Nah, babe. You wanted me mad. Want an excuse to go running to make sure he’s okay, right?”
“I just want to eat my fucking sandwich, you asshole.”
“You want something in that mouth?” I jerk my belt buckle open and whip out my dick.
“Really, Fisher. You think I’m going to blow you after the shit you spouted. Dream on.”