Page 59 of Ruckus

I spend a long time under the cold spray, thinking about Saul and how he just lay on the ground with his brains blown out the back of his head. He was coming home to make things right, and he never made it. He was keeping someone he loved from us ‘cause he was scared about how we’d react. Now that he’s gone, that all seems so stupid.

I eventually get out and wrap a towel around my hips and when I open the door I see that Freya has helped herself to one of my t-shirts and is sitting on the couch flicking through the TV channels.

“I was wondering if I could use your cell. I wanna check in on Alicia.” She looks up at me, and her eyes trace over my body the same way they did when she got here

“Sure.” I take it from the table and hand it over.

“Her name’s saved under ‘Saul’s Sis’… don’t even think about it,” I explain as I head over to my chest of drawers.

“I’m assuming Saul was the one who saved it in there for you.” Freya laughs as she types out a text message, then places it down on the coffee table. I notice in the reflection of the mirror that she’s started making her way toward me and I remain still as her hands touch the outside of my arms and her lips touch the skin on my shoulder. It feels good, especially when she slowly moves her delicate little pecks all the way to my neck.

“Freya, what are you doin’?” I shake my head as my cock grows beneath the towel.

“I told you, I came here to make you feel better,” she whispers, grazing her nails down my spine and making it tingle.

“And you think fuckin’ me will make all this better?” I spin around before she can do anything else to distract me.

Freya looks hurt, and her lips move like she has something to say, but is speechless.

“Ruckus. I…”

“I don’t wanna be your fuck buddy, Freya. I’m in love with you.” The words come out, shocking me and her, and since I can’t take them back and I’ve come this far, I decide to let her have it all.

“You heard that right. I love you. I think I always have. And believe me, I’ve tried real hard not to.”

I watch her try to bite the sassy, little smile off her lips, and wait for her to say something clever.

“I love you, too.”

I’m ready to snap but, instead, I have to check I heard her right.

“You… what?”

“I. Love. You. Too.” She stretches up on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Freya, I didn’t tell ya that for you to say it back. I get that?—”

“I’m not just saying it back,” she interrupts me. “And I tried to ignore it, too. I even tried loving someone else. Didn’t turn out so well.” Her eyes drop from mine and I quickly lift up her chin so I can get them focused again.

“So what do we do about it? Because today made me realize that we can’t do nothin’.”

“I guess it’s time to tell my brother that you fucked his little sister and have been pining for her ever since.”

“Please… I have not pin–” I cut myself off when I see her smiling and realize she’s trying to make me bite. “We really have to tell him, don’t we?” Suddenly everything seems really serious.

“Well, I can’t be your old lady unless you do.” Freya’s shoulders shrug.

“And that's what you want?… To be my old lady? To stay here with me, and be mine?” I can see the cogs in her head turning while she looks at me and it feels as if there's something holding her back.

“That's what I want,” she whispers. I quickly lift her up and carry her straight to the bed.

“Nowyou wanna fuck?” She tries getting smart with me as I lay her down on the mattress.

“No, Freya, I wanna love you.” I watch her smile turn serious as I move in to kiss those pretty lips. Taking my time to enjoy how soft they are as my fingers slide down her body and lift my t-shirt up her thighs.

“You’re fuckin’ mine, Freya Adams,” I whisper, pulling my lips from hers before kissing her jaw and neck. She lifts my tee all the way up and over her head, exposing those round, perfect tits, and when she lays back down I set to work kissing them too. “Say the words again.”

I look up at her as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

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