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Chapter 41

February 10th, 2017
Oslo, Norway
Apocalyptic - Halestorm

Søren pulled her out of the bathroom, dragging her inside a room a few feet away that looked like a small living room with two couches facing each other.

Bolting the door, he turned to her, smashing his lips against hers. He unzipped his hoodie, throwing it somewhere on the floor, hands immediately grabbing hold of her face, roaming down to her neck, cupping her breasts before continuing their way to the waistband of her jeans while their lips remained connected.

Pulling her t-shirt over her head and quickly unclasping her bra, he tossed her clothes together with his discarded sweatshirt. Then, he laid her down on her back, mouth immediately wrapping around her pierced nipple, tongue gently swirling around it, working his magic as the dampness between her legs soaked her panties.

“Fuck...” Leah mumbled, tightening the grasp on his nape, arching her back as they lasciviously rocked against each other.

She explored his amazing body, feeling every muscle under her palms, revealing the incredible, sexy V that slipped under his jeans when she plucked his t-shirt up.

Once his sculpted torso was completely exposed, she pulled him down, pressing his chest against hers, feverishly kissing him as she slipped a hand between them and stroked his massive erection—the need of having him inside unbearable. “Søren...” Leah moaned, looking in the stormy, dark blue of his eyes as she unbuckled his belt.

Smirking, without adding another word, he moved away, quickly taking his pants and underwear off as Leah mimicked him, standing bare in front of him.

Søren grabbed a condom from his wallet and rolled it over his length, one knee bent over the couch, staring at her as if she was some sort of goddess, making her heart furiously hammer. There was something in the way he looked at her that weakened her knees every fucking time. It was as if he could see right through her, it dazzled and disturbed her equally.

When he was done, before he could do anything else, Leah shoved his shoulders, sitting him back down on the couch. She quickly straddled him, watching his lips curl up in a smirk as he crooked an eyebrow.

She grabbed his cock and angled it with her entrance. As she sank down on him, feeling every inch of his length stretching her, the grip of his hands on her hips tightened. A guttural grunt left his mouth when his dick hit the deepest spot inside of her. “Fuck!”

With her forearms resting on his shoulders and her fingers laced into his dark hair, Leah slid up and down on him, feeling the waves of pleasure shaking her with every thrust as he sucked one of her nipples in his mouth.

With all her senses aroused and focused on him, she rolled her hips, adding more friction on her clit. Her breath caught in her throat, turning ragged as their movements matched. She didn’t remember ever being so horny as she was with this man.

“Holy fuck! You’re gonna end me with that, Babe...” Søren groaned with a hand fisting her ponytail, forcing her head back, as the other remained on her hips. She loved it when he got so turned on he couldn’t help but be rough with her. The caged animal storming out.

“Do it...” Leah panted. “I’m close... Cum with me,” she breathed as he loosened the hold on her hair a little and licked her neck all the way up to her chin.

“Fuck!” she cried when he slapped her ass, only to squeeze it right after with both hands as he vigorously pushed himself up into her, faster and harder.

With her fingers digging into the flesh of his chest and a hand clutched to the back of his neck, their motion turned into a fierce thrusting and rocking that pushed her over the edge.

Leah kissed him, making him swallow her moans when her soul left her body as the orgasm tore through her, intensifying as he took control of her movements, grinding her hips over him until he groaned, pulling on her bottom lip between his lips, tensing under her, grasping his own release.

As they slowed down, with her inner walls still pulsating around him, chests heaving and hearts pounding hard, Leah leaned forward and touched her forehead to his. The intimacy as they stared deep into each other’s eyes electrifying her whole being.

His hair was a bit shorter in the front and a few stands had slipped off his low ponytail, tickling her face. She brushed them away and tucked them behind his ear. Dark, soft, and slightly wavy hair. She loved it.

Surrounded by a silence only broken by their erratic breaths and the distant thudding of the music outside, Søren cruised his hand up her spine, making her shudder.

“Hm...” Leah moaned, letting her lips hover over his. “Can we go to your house now?” she asked, kissing him, softly sucking on his bottom lip. “I’ve had enough of the bunch of monkeys drinking outside...” she whined, finally dismounting him.

Søren chuckled. “After this”—he pecked her lips—“I don’t want to go back to that either, so yeah, let’s go. My plans with you are way more enticing.” He wiggled his eyebrows humorously, making her laugh.

They stood up, picked up their scattered clothes, and sorted themselves out before going back to where the others were to say goodbye—only because they had to get their coats.

After hearing her friends’ teasing and jokes for some time while Søren talked with one of the guys from Isolation Years, they finally made their way out of the bar through the back door where they had a small parking only for the staff.

They stepped outside and a frosty winter breeze whipped across her face. But it felt good. The atmosphere felt clean and pure even in the middle of the city.

“Shit!” Søren exclaimed, palpating his chest and waist. “I left the car keys in my office.”

“Go get them, I’ll wait for you here.”

“Are you sure? It’s freezing.”

“Yeah, I like it, go.” She nodded.

“Okay, be right back.” He kissed her cheek and went inside again.

Standing there, with her arms crossed over her chest, Leah took a deep breath in, smiling to herself as she thought of the night still ahead of her. It had been a long time since she felt so comfortable, so herself, around a man.

“Having fun, huh?” A woman’s raspy voice startled her.

Leah squinted, discerning a slim figure leaning on the wall a few feet away from her, under a blown spotlight. Until she walked towards her.


“What was that?”

“I warned you... Still, you did whatever you wanted,” she said, throwing the stub of her cigarette on the floor.

“I don’t know what your problem is with me, but whatever we do is none of your business.”

“It is when it concerns my friend.”

“He’s a grown-up.” Leah rolled her eyes, annoyed.

“Yeah, and you’re just another slut slipping in his bed to make yourself a name.”

“What did you just call me?” Leah opened her eyes wide.

“Oh, excuse me, your highness,” Astrid mocked her, slurring. “You’re just another fucking bitch that thinks she’s special because she gets to sleep with him... Well, let me break this to you, you’re not.”

“Enough!” Søren roared from behind Leah as he stepped out of the building again.

His searing anger should have scared Astrid as it scared Leah, but it only fueled her irritation.

“This is all your fault!” She pointed at him with a finger, frowning, yelling something in Norwegian Leah didn’t understand—not like she needed to, frustration and hatred were evident in her body language.

Søren had told Leah they had nothing but friendship, that they never had, but Astrid definitely had to feel something for him. Why would she act like that otherwise?

He tried to walk forward, but Leah beat him to it, closing the distance with Astrid, feeling her blood boiling inside her veins. She couldn’t take it anymore. “What the fuck is wrong with you? He doesn’t need your approval whatever the fuck he wants and you don’t even know me to judge me like you’re doing.”

“I don’t need to, I know your kind, all spiffed up, using your charms to haunt men out of your reach to get what they want from them,” she screamed.

Before Leah could answer to her accusations, the door opened again, Jørn and Hilde walking through it, distracting her for a second.

“What’s going on?” the red-haired muttered.

“Don’t get too comfortable. Just because he has slept with you doesn’t mean you’re special or anything. It’ll be better if you just fucking left, he’ll ditch you just like he did with the others,” Astrid continued with her fists clenched, knuckles turning white in her red, icy hands, body stiffened and nose flaring.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to talk to me like that? It’d be better if you stepped away and let everyone live their fucking lives however they want!”

Suddenly, her hand ripped through the air, but before she could reach Leah, Jørn held Astrid back by her shoulders as Søren’s hands gripped Leah’s waist, pulling her body to his.

“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you, you little cunt!”

Her voice pierced through her ears, messing up the last remain of patience she had in her. “Let go of me! She’s not gonna get away with it!” Leah wriggled in Søren’s arms. She didn’t care anymore if he got mad at her for talking to his friend like that, but she wouldn’t stand there with her arms crossed while she listened to Astrid’s bullshit, insults, and threats.

“Calm down, Babe... This is pointless, she’s drunk...” he whispered in her ear with his cheek pressed against her hair. The sudden tenderness in Søren’s voice shocked Leah, but it calmed her down like music would calm a beast. And Astrid was a witness of it all.

“She’s gotta suck you well to have brainwashed you like that! You’re so fucking blind!”

“You’re making a fool of yourself!” Leah scoffed.

“Let it go... I’ll talk to her.” Søren repeated, kissing the top of her head and loosening the grip on her body when she sighed in defeat.

However, Astrid got more and more worked up, shrieking what probably were a bunch of expletives, not listening to the guys or Hilde, who was standing in between, horrified.

“Come on, girls, it’s the alcohol talking...”

“Jørn’s right, let’s drop this. You, guys, get inside. Astrid, I’m taking you home,” Søren said in a commanding tone.

Wait, what? She throws a tantrum, but it’s her he takes home?

As if someone had shot her a tranquilizer dart, Astrid relaxed, still grumbling and cursing through gritted teeth, glaring at Leah.

It was supposed to be a vacation week. A week to relax and enjoy a trip with her friends. A week to spend some time with a man that drove her crazy. And it had started the worst way. Leah felt hurt and uncomfortable, but the moment Søren put his hands on his friend’s shoulders, looking her straight in the eye as he told her something in their mother tongue, it felt as if he had stabbed her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” he said with an apologetic before walking away towards his car with Astrid on his tail.

What the fuck?

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