Frey (36 page)

Frey shook his head, grinning. “Don’t hurt
yourself.” Abbi waited until he was right on her. She grabbed his
arm and bent over, allowing his momentum to keep him going. She
forgot to let go, and she ended up on top of him. Frey groaned, but
Abbi laughed. It hadn’t been pretty, but she’d flipped him over.
Sure she had been expecting him, but she was still proud of
herself. She laughed at him, “You let me do that.”

Frey smiled his beautiful smile and pushed
her hair off her face. “Maybe.”

She realized where she was and froze. Abbi
was stretched out on top of his body, from chest to legs. She
started to climb off of him, but he grabbed her ass with both
hands, pulling their bodies closer. She couldn’t take her eyes off
his, even when she felt his cock getting hard. She made the mistake
of looking at his mouth. When she did, she remembered his lips on
hers.

Frey moved one hand up her back under her
shirt, his fingertips barely brushing over her skin. He grabbed her
ponytail with the other hand and used it to pull her face toward
his. He raised his head, meeting her halfway. Before she knew what
was happening, he flipped her onto her back, his large body
covering hers, never breaking the kiss. His cock was nestled
between her thighs, and instinctively Abbi wrapped her legs around
his hips. One hand snaked around his neck while the other one found
its way into his short hair.

Abbi didn’t know who started moving first,
but their lower bodies were slowly grinding against each other. She
sank her heels into his thighs, needing more. The shorts he had on
did nothing to shield his erection from her. The thin barriers of
their clothing only added to the friction. The wrongness of being
with another man flew into her brain. Frey slid down her body,
raised her t-shirt and bra, exposing her breasts. As soon as his
hot mouth latched on to her nipple and began licking and sucking,
that thought was chased away by how right they felt together. Abbi
arched her back, pushing her breast into Frey’s mouth. He took her
nipple between his teeth, biting with just enough pressure to send
a current from her chest to her core.

Her pussy was throbbing, aching. “Frey,” she
husked, grabbing his hair in both hands. She didn’t know if she was
pushing or pulling. All she knew was she had to have more. “Frey, I
need…” Her words were cut off as he slid back up her body to
reclaim her mouth. When they needed to breathe, he broke the kiss.
His dark eyes were black, full of lust and need. He rocked his cock
against her clit.

The friction was torture, pure and simple.
“Frey, please…”

He lowered his mouth to her jaw, running his
tongue along her skin until he reached her ear. “What do you need,
Sweetheart? Tell me. I need to hear you say it,” he breathed. Frey
took her lobe between his teeth, giving her a nip. He kissed the
soft spot under her jaw and placed bites down her neck. “I can’t
hold out much longer, Abbi. Tell me what you want.”

“
You. I want you,” she
gasped as he scraped his sharp teeth over her skin.

Frey rose up on his knees and lifted his
shirt over his head. If she thought he was beautiful before, seeing
his chest bared before her had her ready to lick every inch of this
Amazon. Speaking of inches, Frey removed his shorts and his long
cock sprang free. The man was huge everywhere. It didn’t scare her
though, knowing how gentle he could be. He grabbed the waistband of
her yoga pants and slid them down her legs, slowly. His gaze drank
in every inch of her skin as it was revealed to him.

When her pants were off, Frey disappeared
between her legs. He raised her knees up, spreading her, exposing
her core to him. Frey scraped his teeth along her thigh, biting the
tender flesh. “Mmm, Frey…” He bit his way back up her other leg
until he reached that spot where she was throbbing, ready. He
licked her clit and sucked the sensitive nub. “Oh, god, Frey. Oh,
ohhh!” Abbi wouldn’t last long with him sucking her like he was.
She grabbed his hair, pulling his mouth to her, needing to come but
not wanting to yet.

Frey lapped at her folds before sliding his
tongue back up, focusing on her clit again. He inserted a finger
into her slick heat, then two. While his tongue worked its magic on
the outside, his fingers found her spot on the inside. He worked in
tandem as her body heated to the point of boiling. “Frey… I can’t…
Frey, oh god… I’m coming…” Frey sucked her clit hard, and she
bucked into his face as she flew apart. He continued rubbing inside
while she came, coating his fingers with her juices. When the last
shudder left her body, only then did he stop the sweet torment to
her clit. He leaned back on his ankles and stuck his fingers in his
mouth, sucking them clean. That was the most erotic thing she’d
ever seen in her life.

He eased his way back up her body, kissing
her stomach, and stopping at her breasts to give them attention.
When he placed his lips on hers, she tasted herself on his tongue.
It surprised her how much she liked it. Frey’s cock was sliding
against her wet folds, and he pushed up on one elbow to look at
her. “Sweetheart, I need you. Please tell me I can have you.”

There was no way she could deny him. “You
can have me,” she whispered against his lips. With one thrust, Frey
was seated all the way to the root inside her body. The intensity
was too much with his cock being as large as it was. She closed her
eyes against the intrusion, holding back the tears that threatened
to fall. Instinctively, her body was ready to protest. When he
didn’t move, she opened her eyes. The look on his face was a
mixture of bliss and worry.

“
Are you okay?” he asked.
He was holding still, his thickness filling her.

“
You’re just so big,” Abbi
admitted.

“
Relax, Sweetheart.” Frey
dipped his head down and kissed her. He licked her bottom lip,
waiting for her to open. When she did, he began stroking her tongue
with his. He mimicked the motion, moving in and out, slowly, taking
the tip of his cock to her entrance then sliding it back in all the
way. The discomfort soon changed to pleasure as her body relaxed
around him. He rose up on his hands and changed the angle of his
movements.

“
Oh…” She was amazed how
her body reacted to his. “That feels good. I never…” She didn’t
finish her thought, but she never knew sex could feel so
incredible. Or that a man could move the way he was. Frey’s
movements were slow, sensuous. She bet he would be a good dancer
with the way he moved his hips.

He raised one of her legs and put it over
his shoulder. He twisted his body so his shaft hit her clit with
each down thrust. He closed his eyes as his head fell back. “Fuck,
Sweetheart, you are so fucking tight.” He began grunting with each
thrust. “Fucking hell… feels so good…”

Abbi could feel the pressure building again.
“Frey, oh crap… I’m… oh god…” She didn’t know it was possible to
have an orgasm during sex, but Frey was making sure she was
satisfied, too. Abbi knew in that moment she’d never regret giving
her body to him. He already had her heart. He snapped his hips
faster, and his grunts became more pronounced. She could feel his
body tensing up under her hands as she dug her nails into his
skin.

“
Come for me, Abbi. Can
you do that? Come with me,” he begged as he searched her eyes, his
thrusts coming harder and more sporadic.

“
I’m so close. Oh, god...”
And Abbi was coming with him. She kept her eyes on his face. Her
core pulsed, squeezing his cock, claiming him. He dropped down,
chest to chest, and buried his face in her neck to stifle his
yells. Her own sounds were muffled when he caught her cries in his
mouth. Frey spilled his seed deep in her body, pumping in and out
as his come filled her, mixing with her own orgasm. Frey kissed her
neck, her jaw, her lips again. He remained still until neither of
their bodies was pulsing. When he slid out, their combined juices
ran down her inner thigh.

When Frey once again found her lips, Abbi
felt all the love this man had to give. He rose from the mat and
said, “Hold still.” He walked over to a cabinet and removed a white
workout towel, his naked body on full display. He gently cleaned
her up before sliding her pants back up her legs. As she righted
her bra and t-shirt, she raised her butt off the mat so he could
get her pants over her hips. He wiped himself and tossed the towel
in the dirty receptacle. He put his shorts on but left his shirt
off. Frey held his hand out, and Abbi placed hers in it. When she
was on her feet, Frey pulled her body to his, taking her right hand
in his left. He began humming a tune, and there in the gym, Frey
showed Abbi he did, indeed, know how to dance.

Chapter
Thirty-Three

When Frey descended the stairs, the scent of
coffee and bacon wafted through the air. Jasper was standing by the
stove, staring at the sizzling pork in the frying pan. “Good
morning, Jas. Did you get any sleep?” He and Matt had stayed up
half the night, lost in video games.

“
Not really,” Jasper
answered sadly.

Frey hadn’t gotten any sleep either. After
making love to Abbi, he couldn’t shut his mind off, and his beast
was trying to claw his way out. It wanted to claim its mate. He’d
lain awake all night, replaying every second of their time in the
gym. When they came through the house to say goodnight, Jasper and
Matthew were locked into video battle. Matthew couldn’t believe
Jasper had a new game that wasn’t even on the market. Both of them
had barely muttered “goodnight” and continued playing. Frey walked
Abbi to her bedroom door. He knew it was too soon to ask her to
sleep in his bed, but he offered anyway.

Abbi politely declined before pulling his
head down to hers for a goodnight kiss. The kiss didn’t last nearly
as long as Frey wanted, but if it had gone on much longer, he
wouldn’t have been able to contain the beast.

Jasper leaned against the counter, holding
his coffee. “I don’t think I’ll get any sleep until Trevor comes
back. It’s probably a good thing I’m on administrative leave; I
doubt I’d be able to do my job anyway.”

“
He’ll be back,” Matthew
said as he slowly entered the kitchen. “He’s got a hot detective
waiting on him.”

“
What are you doing up?
You don’t have to go to school,” Frey asked as he took out an extra
mug. He didn’t miss Matthew’s comment about Jasper being
hot.

“
I smelled bacon. I was
afraid if I didn’t get up, I wouldn’t get any. I’ve seen you
Amazons eat.” He grimaced as he sat down.

Jasper arched an eyebrow. “Amazons?”

“
It’s what Abbi calls
Frey’s band of big, merry men. You’re one, too.” Matt took the
coffee Frey was offering and said, “Thanks.”

“
Trevor calls us the
badass club,” Jasper said with a sad smile. “Do you need a pain
pill?” he asked Matt.

“
That would make my
morning almost as stellar as bacon and coffee. The badass club…
yep, I can see it.”

Jasper left the room and came back with the
bottle. He took a pill out, poured a glass of water, and handed
both to Matt.

“
You’re going to make
Trevor a wonderful wife someday,” Matt grinned as he tossed back
the medicine.

“
And you’re going to get
your ass handed to you when you’re well,” Jasper returned, messing
up his hair.

Frey loved watching the banter between the
two of them. Matthew hadn’t mentioned any friends all week, and
with Trevor gone, Jasper could use a friend as well. Frey didn’t
know exactly how old Jasper was or what he’d endured in all his
years. He had come from the west coast where Sin had warned Rafael
about the Goyle. So far, he had fit in well with the Clan on the
east coast, and Frey enjoyed being around him.

“
You don’t have to cook,
Jas.” Frey appreciated him just being there and hanging out with
Matthew all day.

“
It’s no problem. Abbi has
to work, and I figured your breakfast normally consists of a
protein shake.”

“
You figured correctly.
Between you, Abbi, and Priscilla, I’m going to have to work out
more than usual just to keep my girlish figure.” Frey patted his
rock hard abs, garnering a laugh from Matt. He pulled four plates
out of the cabinet and placed them on the table. Right as Abbi came
down the steps and entered the kitchen, Jasper was spooning eggs
onto the plates.

“
Perfect timing.” Jasper
smiled and winked at Abbi. Like Frey, Jasper had listened with his
shifter hearing as Abbi moved about upstairs and knew when she was
close to ready.

“
Jasper, you didn’t have
to go to all this trouble, but thank you. Matty, how are you this
morning?” She didn’t speak to Frey, but the smile she gave him said
it all.

“
I’ll be better when this
bacon gets in my stomach.” Matt stuck a slice in his mouth and bit,
chewing and biting until it was gone. He totally ignored the eggs
and toast until his bacon was demolished.

They ate their breakfast, listening to
Jasper and Matt comparing notes from the overnight video fest. Abbi
didn’t add to the conversation, but she did smile at her brother’s
antics. Frey mostly laughed. When they’d all finished eating, Abbi
stood and started clearing the table, but Jasper stopped her. “I
got this. You get to work.”

“
Thank you, Jasper.” Abbi
washed and dried her hands before going to the living room for her
things. Frey followed her, and when she picked up her coat, he took
it from her, holding it for her to put on. She gave him a funny
look, then turned around and slid her arms in. He didn’t miss the
small sigh she let out.