Her mind reeled as Jake pounded into her, filling her completely. The dual sensations of his hand in her hair and spanking her ass were almost too much to bear.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Jake groaned. "So tight and wet."
Sophia's legs trembled, threatening to give out. But Jake held her firmly in place, his grip unyielding.
She'd never been taken like this before - so rough, so primal. Part of her wanted to pull away from the intensity, but a bigger part craved more.
"Don't stop," she managed to gasp out. "Please, don't stop."
Jake responded by increasing his pace even further, his hips slamming against her with bruising force. Sophia cried out, teetering on the razor's edge of pleasure and pain.
Sophia's eyes fluttered open, a soft groan escaping her lips as consciousness slowly returned. Sunlight streamed through the half-open curtains, casting a warm glow across the rumpled sheets. She felt deliciously sore, every muscle in her body aching in the most satisfying way.Jake's arm was draped over her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. Memories of the previous night flooded back, sending a shiver down her spine."Mmm," she murmured, stretching languidly. Her movements stirred Jake, who tightened his grip and nuzzled closer."Morning, gorgeous," he mumbled, voice rough with sleep.Sophia turned in his arms, wincing slightly at the twinge between her thighs. "Morning, surfer boy."
The glass doors of the shopping centre slid open, releasing a blast of air-conditioned coolness that was a stark contrast to the muggy summer heat outside. Sophia stepped inside, her friends close behind, their laughter echoing off the polished tiles."So, Soph," Freya prodded, her auburn pixie cut catching the fluorescent lights as she cocked her head. "On a scale of ‘oh my god’ to 'holy shit I’m going to die from orgasming', how good was it?"Sophia rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress the smirk tugging at her lips. "You're incorrigible, you know that?""That's not an answer," Evelyn chimed in, her brown eyes twinkling with mirth.Sophia sighed, exasperated but secretly enjoying the banter. "Fine, you vultures. It was... pretty fucking amazing, alri
"Earth to Sophia," Emily's voice cut through her reverie. "Where did you go there?"Sophia blinked, focusing on her friend's concerned face. "Just thinking about what you said, Em."Emily's eyebrow arched. "You mean your 'more is bad' facade?""It's not a facade," Sophia protested weakly, taking another sip of her drink. The sweetness clashed with the bitterness rising in her chest. "More has never ended well for me before.""Maybe it's time to give it another shot," Emily suggested gently.Sophia's grip tightened on her glass. "And risk getting my heart stomped on again? No thanks.""So you'd rather keep Jake at arm's length forever?" Emily challenged.
Freya, who had been listening intently, suddenly leaned forward, her eyes blazing with intensity. "Sophia Bennett," she began, her voice cutting through the ambient noise of the restaurant, "you are one of the strongest, most independent and stubborn women I know."Sophia blinked, taken aback by Freya's vehemence. She opened her mouth to protest, but Freya held up a hand, silencing her."No, listen to me," Freya continued, her words sharp and precise. "Enjoying someone else taking control in the bedroom doesn't change that or who you are in any way. You're still the same kick-ass woman you always have been."Sophia felt a lump forming in her throat. She wanted to believe Freya, but the niggle was hard to shake.Freya's expression softened slightly, but her gaze remained
Starbucks buzzed with mid-morning chatter as Sophia fidgeted with her cup, the rich aroma of coffee doing little to calm her nerves. Jake sat across from her, his blue eyes filled with concern."I'm glad you wanted to talk about this," Jake said, his voice low and warm. "It's better to address this stuff head-on, you know?"Sophia chuckled nervously, her gaze dropping to the swirling cream in her latte. "Yeah, well... Emily threatened me when we went out for lunch with the girls yesterday. The three of them ganged up on me, I wasn't sure how to bring it up."Jake leaned forward, his muscular forearms resting on the table. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right? To give us that kick in the ass when we need it.""More like a swift punch to the face," Sophia muttered, ear
The steam swirled around Sophia as she stepped out of the bath, her skin flushed and tingling. She grabbed a plush towel, dabbing at her damp skin while her mind raced with anticipation and a hint of lingering anxiety."Get it together, Bennett," she muttered, shaking her head.Sophia slipped into the orange bodysuit, the lace hugging her curves in all the right places. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and let out a low whistle."Damn, girl," she said with a smirk. "Jake's not gonna know what hit him."As she tied her silk robe, Sophia's hands trembled slightly. She took a deep breath, steadying herself."It's just dinner," she reminded herself. "And maybe some mind-blowing sex. No big deal."
Sophia's body betrayed her, a shiver running down her spine. She set the plates down carefully, turning in Jake's arms. His blue eyes were dark with desire, and she found herself drowning in them."You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?" she challenged, even as her hands slid up his chest of their own accord.Jake's grin was pure sin. "Not even close, babe. But I'm enjoying the process of finding out."Sophia scowled, trying to maintain her composure despite the heat blooming in her core. She pressed a hand against Jake's chest, gently pushing him back."Dessert first, mister," she said, her voice husky despite her best efforts.Jake leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "You could be my dessert."
Emerging from the steamy bathroom, Jake and Sophia stumbled into her bedroom, skin flushed and damp hair clinging to their necks. Jake's eyes roamed appreciatively over Sophia's naked form as she flopped onto the bed, her chest still heaving slightly."Fuck, you're gorgeous," Jake murmured, his gaze hungry.Sophia propped herself up on her elbows, a smirk playing on her lips. "You're not so bad yourself, surfer boy."Jake chuckled, running a hand through his tousled blonde waves. "So, about that other thing we discussed..." He trailed off, raising an eyebrow.Sophia's heart raced, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through her. "Yeah?" she managed, her voice a bit breathy.Jake's expression softened. "If you want to
Freya shovelled a forkful of noodles into her mouth, savouring the burst of flavours. "Mmm, this is exactly what I needed," she mumbled around her food, not caring about table manners. She swallowed and gestured at the TV with her fork. "What are we watching anyway?"Dan flicked through channels, settling on some mindless reality show. "How's this for brain-numbing entertainment?""Perfect," Freya chuckled, leaning back into the couch cushions. She felt the tension in her shoulders start to loosen. "You know, when I pictured our date tonight, I didn't exactly imagine this.""Oh?" Dan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what did you imagine, Doctor Anderson?"Freya rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her grin. "I don't know, maybe something a bit more... p
Freya pocketed her phone with a mix of relief and frustration. Dan would have to wait. She hurried to bay three, where an elderly man was complaining of chest pains. As she assessed him, her mind kept drifting back to Dan's text.'Focus, Freya,' she chided herself. 'Lives to save, remember?'But even as she ordered an ECG, a part of her was composing replies in her head. By the time she finished with the patient, she'd settled on a response. She pulled out her phone.Freya: I think you're fishing for compliments, Sergeant Foster. But don't worry, your ego is safe with me.She hit send, then immediately second-guessed herself. Too coy? Not flirty enough? Before she could overthink it further, another trauma came in. Freya pocketed her phone and rushed to
The harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor made Freya's eyes ache as she slumped onto a chair in the staff break room. She'd been on her feet for five hours straight, dealing with everything from a kid who'd shoved a Lego up his nose to a drunk who'd managed to dislocate his own shoulder while attempting to recreate a TikTok dance.Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Freya fished it out, expecting another text from Emily demanding more gossip. Instead, her heart did a little flip when she saw Dan's name on the screen.Dan: Enjoyed our lunch, Doctor Anderson. Counting down the days until Wednesday. Hope you're not stitching up too many idiots tonight.A grin spread across Freya's face as she typed her reply.Freya: The night is you
Freya hated that he was right. She was already looking forward to Wednesday, and it was only Sunday. Get a grip, Anderson, she chided herself. Out loud, she said, "We'll see about that, Sergeant Foster. I've still got time to come to my senses."Dan's smirk widened, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Come on, Doc. We both know you're dying to see what I look like when I'm not bleeding all over your A&E."Freya rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe I just want to make sure you can go a whole evening without needing medical attention," she shot back.She took a sip of her drink, using the moment to gather her thoughts. Part of her wanted to play it cool, to not let Dan see how much she was looking forward to their date. But another part, a louder part, was tired of the games.
Freya's apartment looked like a fashion bomb had detonated. Clothes were strewn across every surface, a chaotic testament to her indecision. She stood in front of her mirror, critically eyeing the yellow knee-length dress she'd finally settled on."Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her short auburn hair. "When did I turn into such a goddamn teenager?"Her phone buzzed, Emily's name flashing on the screen.Freya: Can't talk. About to leave for lunch with Dan.Emily: Get it, girl! 🔥Freya: Christ, Em. It's just lunch.Emily: At the Rusty Anchor. "Just lunch" my ass.
As they waited for Emily to bring the car around, Freya found herself studying Dan's profile. The dim bar lighting cast shadows across his face, highlighting the strong line of his jaw. She mentally shook herself. Focus, Anderson."You know," Dan said, breaking into her thoughts, "this wasn't exactly how I planned on spending more time with you tonight."Freya raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?"Dan's grin was both charming and infuriating. "Well, it involved a lot less blood and a lot more dancing.""Smooth talker," Freya muttered, ignoring the warmth spreading through her chest. "Save it for someone who isn't about to be elbow-deep in your arm, yeah?"Freya hesitated for a moment, her
The car pulled up to the bar, its neon sign casting a blue glow across their faces. As they climbed out, the crisp night air hit Freya like a slap, chasing away the last dregs of her earlier exhaustion.Dan sidled up next to her, his voice low. "Grab a drink with me?"Freya's pulse quickened. She glanced at Emily, catching the knowing smirk on her friend's face. Fuck it, she thought. "Sure, why not?"They pushed through the crowded entrance, the bass thumping through Freya's chest. She couldn't help but notice how Dan's hand hovered near the small of her back, not quite touching but close enough to send tingles up her spine."What's your poison?" Dan asked, leaning in close to be heard over the music.Freya grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "Surprise me. Just nothing that'll land me in my own A&E, yeah?"Dan laughed, a rich sound that cut through the noise. "No glass shards, got it. One non-lethal surprise, coming up."As he turned towards the bar, Freya caught Emily's gaze across t
Freya shook her head, chuckling despite herself. "You know, you were one of only two sober people I had come through last night." She paused, remembering the bizarre parade of drunken mishaps. "The other poor bastard fell down the stairs and broke his ankle. Stone-cold sober, just spectacularly clumsy."Dan raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "So what you're saying is, I was the most interesting patient you had all night?""Don't flatter yourself," Freya retorted, fighting back a grin. "I'd take clumsy stair guy over your macho bar fight nonsense any day."She could feel Emily's eyes on her in the rearview mirror, practically radiating smugness. Freya studiously avoided her friend's gaze, focusing instead on the passing streetlights of Seabridge. The familiar scent of salt and p
Freya's bedroom was dark and quiet, the blackout curtains doing their job to keep out the morning sun. She collapsed onto her bed, not even bothering to change out of her clothes. As she drifted off, her last coherent thought was of Dan's hand in hers as she'd examined his cuts.Seven hours later, Freya's eyes cracked open, her body protesting the meagre amount of sleep. She fumbled for her phone, squinting at the bright screen. 1:07 PM glared back at her, along with a string of notifications. One name jumped out: Emily.Freya swiped open the message, her heart rate picking up slightly.Emily: Heard through the grapevine (aka Lucas) that you played Florence Nightingale to our favorite ex-army medic last night. Spill the tea, darling! 🍵👀