Page 19 of Fighting the Darkness

Chapter Nine

Wilder

“Fuck!”Ithrowmyphone across the room, watching as it bounces off the wall and falls to the floor. Anger and guilt rush through me in equal parts as I collapse back onto the couch.

Freya finally messaged me after a week. I don’t know what I was thinking when I sent her those messages. I just want to keep her safe, but she won’t let me. I hate being an asshole to her, but I don’t know what else to do.

I made two promises to Freyr a long time ago. The first is that I’m supposed to stay away from Freya. He told me I’d only break her heart, and I knew even then that he was right. Freya has always been too good for me, and I always break things.

The second thing he made me promise was that I’d take care of her if anything ever happened to him. Of course, I’d agreed at the time because what the hell could happen to him? We were sixteen and had long lives left to live—until he didn’t.

I can’t help falling back into the memory as if it had been yesterday.

Freyr and I are playing in the pool when Freya comes out to join us.

“Hey, boys!” she calls with a smile as she makes her way over to the lounge chair. She slips her cover up over her head, and my jaw falls open. When the hell had Freya grown up?

She’s obviously the same age as me and Freyr, since their sixteenth birthday was last week. I was born two months before them, and I loved teasing them about me being older than them.

Freya’s thick brown hair is piled onto the top of her head, letting me admire the long line of her neck. My eyes drop lower as she begins applying her sunblock. Somehow, I’ve missed her body maturing. Probably because I was too busy sleeping with every girl who would let me stick my dick in them. Plus, there’s my newest obsession with mine and Freyr’s new trainer. He’s hot as hell, and while I’ve only messed around with a few guys, I wouldn’t mind shooting my shot with Soren even if he’s older.

I’ve always seen Freya as the little sister I never had, since me and Freyr are as close as brothers. But staring at her now, I have no brotherly thoughts toward her.

Her tits fill out the bikini top in a way that makes me want to rip it off her body. Her stomach is still flat, but her hips have widened and her ass is lickable.

A thump to the back of my head has me screaming and jerking around in the water. “What the fuck, man?”

“Stop staring at my sister like she’s one of the girls who throw themselves at you.” Freyr shakes his head. “We need to talk. Let’s head inside.”

I want to argue with him because I’d love nothing more than to stay out here and stare at Freya all day, but my best friend looks like he’s ready to kill me. Blatantly checking out his twin sister probably wasn’t my smartest move.

Fuck.

I climb out of the pool, quickly wrapping a towel around my waist to attempt to hide my hard dick.

“Heading in already?” Freya calls after us as we head for the house.

“Yup. We’ve been out here for a while,” Freyr tells her. “We’ve got plans, but you have fun.”

“See you later.”

I grunt, afraid of what idiotic words might fall from my lips if I were to try to speak to her.

I follow Freyr up the stairs and to his room. He slams the door behind us, causing me to jump, turning to him with wide eyes. “What the hell, Frey?”

“I love you, Wilder. You know that. But we need to get a few things straight about my sister if you want to remain my friend.”

What? Of course I want to stay his friend. I don’t understand what is going on right now.

“Sure. Whatever you say, Frey. Of course I want us to stay friends.”

Freyr nods before tossing his towel into the hamper and dropping his swim trunks. I can’t help checking out his ass when he turns his back to me. I’m not actually attracted to my friend, but I appreciate the beauty of all bodies. He snorts as he glances at me over his shoulder. “Stop checking out my ass and get changed.”

I duck my head to hide how I flush at being caught before doing as I’m told.

Once we’re both dressed again, Freyr drops to sit on the bed before gesturing for me to join him.

“So, what’s up, Frey?”

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