Page 36 of Tempting Frey
“Sweet heavens, I finally got myself a mate.” He sounded awed and a little amused, too.
“You really didn’t know?” I asked. “Not until now?”
He sighed, his shoulders moving under my arms. “A part of me did, I think. You could say I was in denial.”
I let out a soft snort. I couldn’t be mad at him. Not when I was so happy and with his swollen cock up my guts.
“Why, Frey?”
“At first, it was guilt,” he said.
I played with the hair on his chest. So thick and soft, and his bulging pecs… “But you didn’t do anything. Not even when I begged you to.”
“That night I sent you packing…”
“Yeah?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what he’d thought of me then.
“I got drunk.”
I leaned back to look at him. His admissiondidmake me feel better. “Really?”
He chuckled. “No need to be so smug about it.”
“Keep talking.”
His smile turned unbearably tender, and he traced my upper lip with a fingertip. “I got drunk off my ass, finishing a bottle ofwhiskey by myself. I was trying to purge the image of you from my mind. Your body in that lace.” He shook his head, the creases on his forehead deepening.
Despite his loud protests, he’d liked the lingerie, hadn’t he? “I still have the set.”
Frey groaned. “Fuck, Oliver. I felt like a criminal.”
“I was eighteen,” I reminded him. “Legal.”
“Barely! And you were supposed to study and build a life for yourself.”
“You were just scared of my dad.”
“I didn’t want to upset Chickie, that’s true. But imagine what Phil would have done to me had I gotten you pregnant at eighteen.”
He had a point. My omega dad would have gone feral. “But later, then? When I came home from college. It seemed you weren’t interested in me at all.”
Frey took my hand from his shoulder and nuzzled my palm before kissing my fingers. “I thought you had forgotten about me, and I tried to forget you too. I’d convinced myself it was for the best.”
“You avoided me like the plague.”
“I’m sorry, Oliver. Would it make you happy if I admitted that ever since I knew you were coming home, I thought of you twenty-four seven? Then you returned for real, and I’ve been climbing the walls in my office whenever I got a whiff of your scent.” He pressed a long kiss into the middle of my palm. “Seeing your face every morning… You were my sunrise, but I could barely look at you for longer than a few heartbeats, or my eyes would burn.”
That did make me happy, even though I felt a little sorry for him too. “I hoped that one day, you’d want me like I’d always wanted you.”
“Baby, I ached all over with how much I needed you.”
I kissed him, and now we both sighed. So much relief. It radiated from both of us, and the blend of Frey’s and my emotions created an intoxicating cocktail of love.
I could see it clearly now. I’d been infatuated and in lust with him. But true love? This was only the beginning.
Had I loved Theodore Frey this much four years ago, I would never have been able to leave Beauville.
“You did the right thing back then, when I was eighteen,” I said. “I’m glad you kicked me out.”
