"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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Freya has no idea what she just did to me.
Her ass against my dick, pressed tightly and our bodies held against each other, skin to skin.
Don't go hard. Don't fucking get hard Cade.
Not here. Not right now.
I mentally tell myself and start thinking of things that will turn me off, before anyone notices the battle I'm facing with my dick.
Only the thoughts of Freya has had me having way too many cold showers. But how am I supposed to control myself when she shows up to me wearing what I'm staring at right now?
Fuck she looks so fucking good.
Innocent, yet sexy.
I hold back the strong urge to steal her away from everyone and have her all to myself.
For some reason, her skin looks extra shiny tonight, enhancing her beauty.
The bikini she has on compliments her body very well and it makes me wonder how a person can be so perfect and delicious looking.
Thinking of such dirty things and staring at her ass right in front of me is opposing things that should be turning me off.
"Pigtails?" Freya is backing me when Ophelia questions. I can see curiosity dancing all over Ophelia's face and I know I have to handle this before they all get the wrong idea.
"It's a nickname I gave her. I found it funny when she had Pigtails on, so I gave her the name." Avoiding things to not escalate into something more, I explain.
"Such a weird nickname." April lets out.
"It's not weird Babe. I think it's cute." Camila protest, smiling at me like she knows something.
"There's nothing cute about someone being called Pigtails. I'm surprised Freya lets you call her that." And that's enough reason to turn me off.
I'm trying my best not to show the emotions Jacob is threatening to bring out of me. I run my fingers through my now damp hair, in order to avoid them from balling into a fist.
"Jacob." Daya warns, pulling back from his arms that's she's been wrapped in.
"What?" He feigns cluelessness.
"Jacob shut the fuck up. It's my nickname and I like it." My brows raise involuntarily in surprise and amusement finds me.
Out of everyone, I didn't expect to hear a response from Freya.
