Page 57 of Cream & Sugar
Standing in the doorway, in nothing but a pair of tight blue briefs, is Freddie. For a split second, he stares at me, eyes wide with shock. Then his face cracks into a shamelessly wicked smile.
"Hello there!"
I force my eyes up to the ceiling and away from Freddie’s bulging crotch.
“Wow, um, hi Freddie! Sorry, I can come back!”
There’s no point trying to stop myself going red; I can already tell my face has turned the colour of a sun-dried tomato.
“Well, this is a surprise!” Freddie chuckles. “I thought we said eight?”
“Seven, I think. Don’t worry, I can come back later. Or we can rearrange?”
Look at the ceiling, look at the ceiling, look at the bloody—
“Rearrange?” Freddie’s voice is like golden syrup. “I hope not. I’ve been looking forward to it.”
I meet his gaze and my heart skips. His thick blonde locks tumble to his shoulders in golden cascades. I can’t help but glance down. His body is perfect. Silhouetted by morning light, there’s something ethereal about him—too pretty to be human, surely.
“You’re, uh, not wearing very much,Freddie,” I point out.
“I guess not,” he admits, though he makes no move to rectify this. “Shaun, did you… break in?”
“No!” I shake my head rapidly. “Your brother. He—”
Freddie's jaw drops. “Rorylet you in?”
“Yeah.”
He lets out a long whistle, the muscles of his abs contracting like a brick wall. “Impressive. He must like you.”
I shrug, wrenching my gaze from Freddie’s midriff, but it’s too late. A rush of blood to my groin and my jeans start to grow tighter.Oh shit, not now. I adjust my posture, but there’s no hiding this.
Please don’t let him look down!
“He barely spoke to me, actually,” I say, far too loudly. “If anything, it seemed like he hated me.”
Freddie puts one hand behind his head and laughs. “That’s just Rory. If he’s not yelling, it means he’s in a good mood. Hard to believe we’re related, right?”
“Yeah,” I say, my posture now resembling that of a pensioner with severe arthritis. I can feel my crotch tenting. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to, erm, get dressed.”
Freddie glances down at his body. “Aww, don’t like what you see?”
“W-what?” I stammer. I must look terrified because Freddie immediately waves his hands to diffuse the tension, not that it works, of course.
“Kidding! You’re right, I really need to stop getting naked around you.”
A nervous laugh bursts out of me. “Sure, um, I’ll just wait back there.”
My feet are already carrying me, my bright red face, and my massive traitorous erection back down the hall to the living room. Shit. Is there any chance he didn’t see it? My gut says chance would be a fine fucking thing. For god’s sake! Why does he have to be so… so…
Fetching,
I throw myself down on the sofa and try to settle my hormones—clearly all my indulgences the other night didn’t quite cut the mustard.
“Help yourself to coffee!” Freddie shouts down the hall.
“Thanks,” I reply with a grimace.
