Page 59 of Law Of Love

I raised my eyebrows like it was obvious. “You don't run, darling.”

I’d humoured her by allowing her to think I was completely unaware of the fact that she was trying to get a rise out of me that day. Seeing her dressed in her skimpy gym attire had ignited something inside me, though. She was absolute perfection.

Slowing my pace down even more, the sound of Freya's wetness and gasps filled the room, and she bunched up the front of my T-shirt in her fist. I pushed her cardigan up, my eyes roaming over her lace-covered breasts, and I reached into her bra to roll her nipple between my finger and thumb, squeezing it.

“Kaleb! Are you here?”

Shit.

I groaned under my breath at the sound of my mother's voice outside my door, and I sent Freya a warning look as I continued to pleasure her, leaning down. “Stay quiet.” My order was hushed. “Yeah?” I called out so my mom could hear me while Freya wiggled underneath me, clamping a hand over her mouth to silence her sounds of bliss.

“Do you know if Freya is here? Her sketch pad is out here on the floor.”

“Fuck, Kaleb,” Freya muttered into my chest, shaking underneath me, and I knew she was reaching her peak.

“I know, baby, I know,” I whispered huskily. “No, I don't think she's home!” My voice was thick as I addressed my mom.

And I definitely don't have my fingers buried deep inside of her right now.

“Alright, I'll put it in her room.” My mom moved away from my door, and I felt Freya's pussy tighten around my fingers as I sped up, her hands scratching at my back as she released underneath me. Curse words fell from her mouth as she cried out into my chest, and I swore along with her, watching her as she came undone. Both the sight and sound were mesmerising.

Her glassy eyes. Her blushed cheeks. Her parted lips. Her scrunched-up eyebrows.

Fuck. The image was going to be etched into my brain for the rest of eternity.

However, Freya and I were now in water waist-deep, and it was going to be a hell of a problem when the waves finally hit.

Twenty-six: Freya

Iwas floating in heaven—or whatever was considered to be better than heaven. I was unable to concentrate, and I felt like I was walking around the mall like a cloud. My limbs were light and airy, and my mind was primarily empty—filled with the memory of Kaleb hovering above with his fingers arched inside of me, causing me to unravel until I was a mess.

Hannah, Josh and Ty continued to look at me like I was on drugs as I stared off into the distance mid-conversation, having to clamp my eyes shut to rid my mind of Kaleb’s perfectly thick fingers that had brought me to an orgasm so strong, it had me seeing stars.

“Someone’s a little distracted today.” Ty laughed from next to me, and I blinked, realising I'd been looking at the same T-shirt on the rack in front of me for the past two minutes, not having moved an inch.

“I’ve had enough of shopping,” Josh groaned from next to Hannah, and she sighed.

“Yeah, we’re going to head home. Ty, I know your car is in the garage. Do you need a ride?”

He shook his head. “My house is pretty far out. I’m fine with catching a cab again, but thanks, Hannah.”

We said our goodbyes, and I made my way to my car, shifting in my seat uncomfortably at the sudden burning feeling that spread over the back of my neck. I scratched at it, clearing my suddenly barren throat.

I’d never felt anything like it before, but it was as if someone’s eyes were boring into my soul, and I twisted around to peek out my window. The parking lot was full of cars and people milling about, but nobody appeared to be paying attention to me.

Paranoid, much?

Shoving the feeling aside, I turned out of the lot, heading back towards the house, having picked up some art supplies at the mall. It’d been good to get out of the house, and seeing my friends had ceased the intrusive thoughts that my father needed help swirling inside my head. Again, the police weren't fazed.

Kaleb’s little pottery date had really perked me up, too, and my heart ached that he’d gone out of his way to take me to a place he knew I’d enjoy, even though it was far from his idea of fun.

I shivered in my seat as the same searing feeling spread across the back of my head, and I clicked my neck from side to side and glared through my rear-view mirror. There was a sleek black sports car behind me, and even though it looked as normal as anything, I quickly developed an uneasy feeling.

The windscreen was tinted, so it was hard to make out the driver, but I could tell that whoever was seated behind the wheel was stocky and muscular. They barely fit in the vehicle—it looked almost comical.

The car was a little too up my ass for my liking, so I sped up as I wound down the narrow road, turning right, only for them to do the same. I turned another right, and so did they. A left. They were still right behind me.

The hairs on the back of my neck spiked up, and I immediately took the next turn, cursing when the car copied my movements. There weren’t many houses down this road, and I knew that if they didn’t stop and park outside one of them, then I was being tailed.

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