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“I think Holly’s going to kick Patrick’s ass for sharing that prom story.”
“Good.” Sabrina made a mental note to thank the woman.
“What are you going to do about your house?” Freddy asked the question Sabrina had been avoiding thinking about the past few days.
“Honestly? I don’t know. It’ll depend on what happens with work. If Patrick really does fire me to appease Dynamic Solutions, I’ll probably move back with my mom. I’ve been trying to get her to swap the trailer for a condo or townhouse. Maybe she will if we make that move together?” Every time Sabrina thought through the possibilities for her future, that was where she landed. No matter how she twisted and turned through various scenarios, she always ended up right back where she started: Nowhere, Nebraska; living with her mom; working at Walmart or Dollar General.
Chapter 15: Freddy
He had no idea how they’d ended up confessing so many secrets to each other, but Freddy hated hearing the resignation in Sabrina’s voice. No way was he going to let her retreat back to the trailer where she’d found her dead dad. That was fucked.
“Race you to Heimdall’s Tower?” he challenged to break the serious mood.
“You know I’m already way closer than you, right?” Sabrina took the bait.
“Uh huh, bet I still beat you.” They never used fast travel when they raced, but he wasn’t above cheating tonight.
“Bet,” she said and turned her character around to hop back onto her horse and race toward Asgard.
Freddy snickered under his breath and pulled up his menu. Sabrina was too sucked into her own progress to notice what he was doing at first, but once she did, her reaction was better than he’d hoped for.
“Hey, what the hell, Freddy. No fair!”
“I never said we couldn’t fast travel.”
“But we never do. It’s just assumed.”
Oh, it was the perfect opening. “You know what they say about assuming, ‘Rina.” He made an exaggerated tsking noise.
He wasn’t prepared to feel her fingers tickling along his ribs, though. She knew he was ticklish there.
“Hey,” he howled his own objections while trying to squirm away without dropping his controller, but it wasn’t working. Giving up on the game, he twisted toward her and slid a hand behind her knee.
He’d accidentally discovered the spot while helping boost her up onto a big rock when they were out hiking one day. Now, he exploited it fully.
Her laughter filled the room, a sound so pure and infectious that he couldn’t help but join in. Soon, they were both rolling around on the couch, a tangle of limbs and laughter, grabbing at each other in a playful, tickling war.
Sabrina tried to pin him down, her hands swift and precise, but Freddy was quicker. He dodged her attempts, his fingers finding her ribs, her waist, the sensitive spot behind her knee again. She squirmed and giggled, her face flushed with joy and exertion. He loved seeing her like this—carefree, happy, completely in the moment.
She made a valiant effort to tickle him back, her fingers dancing along his sides, making him buck and laugh. He grabbed her wrists, trying to hold her off, but she was relentless. They rolled again, falling off the couch to the floor. This time, Sabrina ended up on top, straddling him. Her hair was a wild mess around her face, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Got you,” she declared, breathless.
Freddy chuckled, his hands resting on her hips. “For now,” he conceded.
She leaned down, her hands reaching for his armpits, a wicked gleam in her eyes. He squirmed, trying to avoid her fingers, and that’s when it happened. Sabrina shifted, and her thigh rubbed between his legs, right along his cock, which stiffened at the attention.
Their playful mood shifted as electricity sparked between their bodies. Freddy’s laughter caught in his throat, replaced by a sharp intake of breath. She had to feel how hard he was.
Sabrina froze, her eyes widening as she realized what she was pressing against, and Freddy held his breath, waiting to see what she’d do. The room fell silent. Only Sabrina’s ragged breaths and the charged current remained between them. If she pulled away, if Sabrina, his ‘Rina, rejected him… Freddy wasn’t sure he could survive that. It was his greatest fear. He’d let her see him, really see all of him.
He hung there, terrified, but she didn’t pull away. Freddy’s heart restarted as he sucked in oxygen, every nerve ending alight with the feel of her shifting every so slightly to the side, as if she were testing to see what would happen. Freddy slid one hand from where he gripped her behind her knee and traced the inner seam of her jeans up further and further. With every inch he moved closer to her center, she rubbed a little harder against him until he could feel the heat of her through the worn fabric of her pants. Her breath hitched, but she leaned into his touch,adding more pressure to his dick. He wanted inside her. Freddy wanted to connect them in the most primal way and claim her as his so no one else could touch her. He’d give her so much pleasure she’d never consider going back to Nebraska.
As Sabrina leaned forward over him, her hands explored his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt. He wanted her to rip it off. He wanted her to lean closer and kiss him again. This time, he was ready. He wanted to kiss her back. But he didn’t know how to ask for that.
Instead, he reveled in the soft warmth of her flesh as he gripped her ass to pull her tighter against him. Freddy rubbed harder against her core, watching her face closely until he was certain he’d found the right spot, the right motion, and the right force. Her breathing grew heavier, matching his own. Her eyes fluttered closed as her lips parted slightly. She was beautiful, lost in the moment, lost in him.
Emboldened, he shifted his other hand to her breast, seeking the peak of her nipple to roll, pinch, and tweak it. She gasped, her hips jerking against him, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned down, exactly as he envisioned she would for a kiss, but before their mouths met, her hands gripped his shoulders, stopping her forward progress. Her nails dug into his flesh, and she ground her denim-clad pussy against him, smashing his hand between their centers until he moved it out of her way.
