“I need you to fuck me.Now,” she whines.
“Are you sure you know what you’re talking about?” I reply, even though it’s killing me.
“Please,” she begs again, and I can’t resist any longer.
“I can’t say no to that,” I say, knocking her thighs apart with my knee.
Grabbing her hips with both hands I sink into her, pushing through the stretch to fill her all the way. The sound she makes is incredible, and I’m barely in control as I begin to thrust, sliding in and out and feeling her beautiful cunt clench around me.
When she shatters around my cock, it sends me over the edge, too.
For the first time in my life, I’m late to morning skate. As I pull up to the driveway of Freddie’s house, I don’t care. I want to be there for her. Her mood, all of the playfulness and giddiness about last night, dissipates the moment she sees her father’s car.
“He’s going to be so angry,” she whispers.
I reach across the console and take her hand in mine. “I’ll come in with you if you’d like. I can talk to him, too.”
She looks at me, bittersweet, but shakes her head. “He’s not your demon to face, but thank you. I need to do it alone.”
“If there’s anything, you call me.” I bore my eyes into hers. “Understood? I don’t care if I’m at practice. I’m not skating, so I’ll have my phone on me. I can be here in five or ten minutes if you need me.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you. I will. See you soon?”
“I hope not too soon, but yes,” I reply. She kisses me chastely on the lips, then gets out of the car, throwing me one last glance over her shoulder before heading inside. My stomach twists a little, but I know she can handle herself, so I head to the rink.
The team’s already skating. Luckily, they’ve managed to hold it together without me, and we’ve risen to the number two spot in our division and seventh in the league, right behind the Pioneers. We haven’t clinched the playoffs yet, but it’s likely we will. I can hardly believe it.
There is still a very good chance we will be liquidated or sold, however, and that looming knowledge dampens everything.
Tension radiates off Coach Marshall as I take a seat next to him. A few players look over when I sit down and I can tell the energy is off. Nobody knows what to expect, myself included.
“Well isn’t this peachy,” Coach Marshall breaks the silence, casting me a sidelong glance with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Have you heard from the league?”
“Not a peep beyond what they said last night. They say they’re handling it.” He doesn’t sound like he trusts whatever that means. I don’t either. “As soon as they passed the rule allowing PE firms to buy into franchises, I knew something like this would go down. It’s all the same shit you hear on the news. I just didn’t think it’d happen to us.”
“We just have to wait and see.” I don’t really know what else to say.
“That Freddie, though,” Coach Marshall says with pause. “Without her, all of this would have gone as planned and nobody woulda batted an eye. Pretty fucked up stuff.”
I can’t help it—I smile, and Coach gives me a knowing look.
“I think Freddie is a bigger asset to this team than any of us realized,” I say.
“I don’t think you’re wrong about that,” Coach agrees.
Chapter 57
Freddie
A dread unlike any other fills me when Mattias drives away. Time to face the closet full of skeletons. I haven’t even looked at my phone—haven’t been able to stomach the sight of all the missed calls from my mother, my sister, my father, or god forbid, lawyers. At least Grace said I can move back in with her if things go south.
As if summoned, it starts to ring. My stomach plummets. It’s an unknown number with a New York area code. Something tells me I might want to answer it, so with a grimace, I do.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Frederica Hearst?”
