Page 60 of Ruckus

“I love you,” she whispers with a smile so bright that I decide whatever Wrath does to me, will be worth it.

“So, now that you’ve confessed your undying love for me, how are you planning on breaking the news to my brother?” Freya rolls onto her side and circles her fingers around my nipple ring. It’s morning but neither of us has done any sleeping.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say undyin’.” I snatch her wrist in my hand and drag her on top of me. I should really let her getsome sleep, but she looks far too happy, and far too pretty for me not to be inside her again.

My cock presses against her slick entrance without any guidance, and as she slides herself over me we both make a relieved moan.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I growl as her pussy holds me in its clutches and when she places her palms either side of my head and looks down at me, I know she’s got something on her mind.

“Did you have someone while I was away? And don’t be smart. I know you fucked a lot. What I mean is, was there someone special?” She tilts her head and looks as if I could hurt her with my answer.

“Princess, I’ve never had anyone in my whole life. You were the first, and you wounded me enough to ensure there would never be another.” I stroke the hair that's fallen in her face behind her ear and watch the way she smiles. Now would be a good time for her to tell me the real reason why.

“Do you think we’ll always fight?” She moves us off the subject, sounding curious and a little concerned.

“Ohhh, I hope so.” I smile up at her, I’ve come to the conclusion that the fact she drives me insane is one of the things I love about her.

“You're crazy,” she laughs, and even the slight move that causes her body to make has a euphoric effect on me. How was there ever a time when I thought I could deny myself this?

“I’m not crazy, darlin’, I just love the way you look when you're angry.”

“There you go again, Brody Jones. You keep using that L word. It’s like the floodgates have opened and you can’t stop.” I quickly flip her over so I’m the one in control.

“You know, you and my uncle are the only people I ever let call me by my real name.” I go to attack her neck with my teeth so I can hear her cute, little giggle but she holds me back.

“You have an uncle?” She stares up at me suspiciously.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter, especially not now.” I curse myself for dropping my guard, and hope I can distract her from it. Rolling my hips as deep into hers as I can, I keep the pace steady, making sure she feels every inch of me.

“Ruck, Burlusconi’s sister’s here an—” Corey swings my door open without knocking and we both look across at him as he stands in the center of the room with his eyes round, and his mouth gaping.

“Corey, get the fuck out!” I launch a pillow at him and he scurries out the door. I feel her body start shaking and, looking down, I see her hand covering her mouth as she chuckles.

“What could you possibly find funny about what just happened?” I ask her.

“Guess now, you reallydohave to tell my brother.” I slide her hand away so I can kiss her, and say a prayer for myself.

“Where are you going?” Freya asks. I’ve barely had time to catch my breath since we finished, but I have some damage control to do.

“To talk to Corey, I don’t want Wrath findin’ out about this from anyone other than me.” I find some jeans and pull them up over my ass.

“Relax, Corey isn’t gonna tell anyone straight away. There are thingsweneed to talk about first.” She gathers up the bed covers, wrapping them around her and comes after me like a caterpillar.

“I was thinking that we should wait until you’ve dealt with the Reapers before we break this news to Aaron.” She bites her bottom lip.

“I don’t know… I’ve been feelin’ real bad, and I think the best way to do this is to just go in with it. Saul keepin’ secrets done him no favors, and now that things have changed between us, it’s only right we tell him.”

“Things haven’t changed, we’ve just got tired of denying it,” she tells me, with that cute smile on her face, again. “Just hear me out on this.” Freya pleads with her big, pretty eyes, and I nod for her to continue.

“We don’t know how he’s gonna take this, right?”

“Oh, I got a pretty good idea,” I assure her, not wanting to think too much about it.

“What I’m saying is, I don’t want either of you going into a fight with those men while your heads are somewhere else. Raze is gonna make a move soon, he’s got no other choice. The Reapers have got him against the wall and he has to strike.”

I listen to her, realizing I’ve spent the whole time I’ve known this girl underestimating her.

“Deal with the Reapers, then we tell him.” She nods her head as if it’s a solid plan.

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