Page 76 of Law Of Love

“It comes with a strap to hold it in place around your thigh. I know women’s clothing lacks pockets. You’ll need to practise firing it, too, but I can help you with that.”

“You’re going to be such a bad bitch,” Hannah exclaimed, grinning. “I want one.”

Kaleb turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “I think the last thing the world needs is you with a gun in your hands, chirpy.”

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair!” yelled Josh as Hannah grabbed one of his game pieces. She chuckled as Kaleb, Brent, Kaylee, and I laughed at his pouted lip.

We were having a games night at Brent’s house since his parents were out for the evening. Hannah was currently winning, and Josh and Brent were busy arguing, claiming she'd somehow rigged the board before coming over.

Brent chugged down yet another beer, slinging his arm over Kaylee’s shoulder, and she leaned toward him to plant a kiss on the side of his cheek.

The sound of the doorbell dragged me from my haunting thoughts, and Brent flung the door open to reveal a sheepish-looking Ty who clutched a crate of beer to his chest.

Kaleb turned to me with raised brows, and I shrugged at him.

“Ty, you made it,” Hannah called from next to me, waving him in and patting the space next to her, Josh still playfully seething over losing yet another round.

“Any more surprise guests?” Brent questioned.

“Be nice,” I murmured to Kaleb once I spotted his deepened brows.

He grinned at me, shooting me a wink. “I'm always nice.”

Thirty-three: Kaleb

Another ear-splitting scream echoed throughout the room, and I turned my head to glare at Hannah as she wriggled on the couch at the scene playing before us. Kaylee was a lover of horror films, and it’d been her idea to put one on and frighten the crap out of everybody. Even Brent was shaking in his boots, and I rolled my eyes as I threw another piece of popcorn into my mouth.

Ty and I hadn’t spoken much. We’d socialised when necessary—like during the board games or when I’d asked him to pass me a can of soda. I didn’t actually have anything against the guy. He wasn't making any moves, but I was going to make it clear that Freya was my girl—whether or not she’d told him otherwise on their date.

Hannah jolted again as somebody’s neck was torn clean off by some badly CGI’d goblin on screen, and she launched her bottle of soda into the air, the contents of it landing on top of Freya, small droplets splattering my white T-shirt.

“Hannah!” Freya complained loudly as she shot up from the couch, fizzy pop dripping from her hands, her entire top soaked through.

“I’m sorry!” Hannah said with wide eyes, hiding behind her hands. “I didn’t mean to!”

“Come on.” I stood up and nodded towards the stairs. “I’ll get you a spare change of clothes.”

Brent hummed, waving us away. His gaze was focused intently on the TV, and I could tell he was trying to impress Kaylee by suppressing his cowering bottom lip and sweaty palms.

Freya groaned in disgust as she peeled her clothing away from her body once in Brent’s room, and I cocked my head as I gazed at her from the doorway with folded arms. She was wearing a matching baby pink bra and pantie set, the lace tinged orange from Hannah’s chemical-filled drink of choice.

The moonlight shining onto her through the open window sent me wild, her curves accentuated and her skin smooth. My cock strained against my jeans, and I took a step toward her.

“I assume you don’t want to spend the rest of the evening wearing sticky lingerie?” I asked, circling her slowly, my boots hitting the wooden floorboards harshly. She bit her lip as she watched me, goosebumps coating her skin as I traced her collarbone, hooking my finger under her bra strap and letting it fall down her shoulder.

I pressed my lips to her flaming skin, doing the same with the other strap, unhooking the entire bra with one hand. Pulling her to my chest, I cupped her cheeks and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“You should shower,” I whispered into her ear. “Your skin is all tacky.”

“Won’t Brent—“

“He won’t care, sweetheart.” I pulled my T-shirt off in one swift movement. Her eyes watched me with such want and desire that a hurricane of arousal hit me, and I wanted to do nothing more than stand tall and embrace the storm.

God, this woman was going to be the death of me.

Leading her into the en-suite, I turned on the shower and dropped to my knees in front of her, my fingers gripping her sticky underwear, pulling them down. She stepped out of the fabric, and I tapped her legs, signalling I wanted her to part them.

Freya’s eyes widened once I pressed my lips to her upper thigh, trailing upwards until my breath was fanning across her clit. I moaned as she gripped my hair, her nails digging into my scalp, pushing me towards her core. My tongue darted out and licked her, and I smiled against her skin as her knees buckled, a whisper of my name escaping her mouth.

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