Page 16 of Freestyle (Boys of Frampton U #2)

We navigate through the swirling mass of bodies, my mind racing with thoughts of her.

Despite the chaos of the crowd, it doesn’t take long before we find our girl.

She is nestled on a plush couch, her blonde curls cascading like a waterfall, and her exotic violet eyes gleaming in the dim light, hypnotizing and captivating.

She resembles a porcelain doll—fragile yet intoxicating in her beauty.

But we know better than to underestimate her. Rowyn is not merely a pretty face; she’s a force of nature, and in this moment, Gray and I are drawn to her like moths to a flame. As we approach, her gaze snaps to us, a mix of surprise and defiance playing across her features.

“Rowyn,” Gray says, his voice smooth as silk, effortlessly charismatic.

I observe her, the black dress she wears wrapping around her body like a second skin—modest yet enticing. She glances us over with a practiced indifference .

“Hello to you, too, brother,” Lyndsy huffs from beside me, irritation simmering in her voice.

“You must be the new roommate.” The raven haired girl sits between Lyndsy and Rowyn. “I’m Phoenix, and this is Gray,” I introduce myself, reaching out a hand. Rowyn takes the opportunity to scoot away with an eyebrow arched.

“I’m Rebekah, and aren’t you the infamous sharks I’ve been hearing about?” Rebekah reaches out her hand, eyeing us with curiosity.

“I see our reputation precedes us,” I reply with a smirk, winking at her as I feel Rowyn’s glare piercing through me. A dark sense of challenge hums between us, and I can’t help but chuckle.

“Leave her alone, Nix. We aren’t here for her,” Gray retorts, his voice steely as he pivots to face Rowyn.

“Come with us.”

I inch closer, eager to bridge the gap between us, but she hops up from her seat and tries to move back, her expression carefully guarded.

“Hell no,” she snaps, crossing her arms defensively as the tension rises.

Gray closes the distance yet again, his intensity turning the air electric. “We have something to discuss, unless you’d rather the sordid details of a certain night be floating around school. ”

“If you think I’m going anywhere with you then you’re more delusional than I thought.” Her voice remains steady, but I can detect the tremors of anxiety lurking just beneath her words.

Gray’s eyes darken, and he grabs her arm, pulling her closer. “Don’t lie, Rowyn. It’s not a good look, sunshine .”

Her eyes flash with anger as she pulls away. “What are you going to do if I don’t talk? Force me to do something?” she taunts us, her bravado teasing a thrill within me.

“Don’t test me, brat,” Gray growls, his demeanor shifting from charming to fierce in an instant.

“Why do you need Rowyn? What did she ever do to you?” Lynds questions, arms crossed tightly over her chest, protective.

“I thought I told you to stay out of my business,” Gray snaps, stepping closer to Lyndsy as the air thickens with tension.

Despite the ferocity of the moment, there’s an undeniable chemistry crackling in the air, a three-way dynamic spiraling out of control.

My heart races as I take in Rowyn’s features; the slight quirk of her mouth, the fire in her violet eyes, the strength radiating from her posture.

I take her hand and pull her through the throng of people, even as she tries to get away .

“Let’s dance,” I whisper in her ear, guiding her to the crowded living room.

Bodies sway to the music, the air heavy with anticipation.

As we move through the crowd, the heat of the room intensifies, and I feel the weight of eyes on us.

I pull Rowyn close, her hips press against mine, and her breath warm on my chest.

I want to consume every inch of her, to claim her in front of everyone. She’s ours, and everyone here needs to know it. I whisper in her ear, my voice low and husky. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

She looks up at me, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

“Phoenix, I—” she begins, but I silence her with a kiss, deep and possessive.

She tastes like cherries, a hint of sweetness lingering on her lips from her drink.

The music pulses around us, the rhythm matching the intensity of our kiss.

As we break apart, she’s breathless and her face flushed.

I can’t help but smirk at the effect I have on her.

Rowyn looks up at me and tries to push me away.

“You can’t just—” she begins, but I cut her off.

“I can, and I will,” I growl, pulling her closer. She pushes against my chest again, but I hold her firm.

“Let me go, Phoenix,” she demands, her voice laced with frustration, but I only tighten my grip as my eyes lock onto hers.

“Never,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the music.

She looks at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and something else.

.. desire? I can’t help but smile, knowing she’s fighting a losing battle.

As we continue to move through the crowd, the tension between us builds, a silent challenge in every glance, every touch.

The music shifts to a slower, more sensual beat, and Gray comes up behind her and grinds his hips against hers.

She lets out a soft gasp, her eyes closing briefly as she surrenders to the sensation.

“Rowyn,” I murmur, my voice low and husky. “Open your eyes.” She hesitates for a moment before complying.

Gray’s hands slide down her sides, his fingers brushing against her hips, causing her to shiver. I lean in closer, our faces inches apart.

The party pulses with energy, the bass reverberating through the air like a heartbeat. Bodies sway and move in a rhythm that is intoxicating, but none more so than Rowyn, who stands at the center of it all.

“We’re going to make sure you’re bound and chained to us,” he whispers in the shell of her ear then his tongue skates along her neck. Her eyes widen a moment, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into him, her body betraying her earlier words.

“I don’t belong to anyone,” she retorts softly, but there’s no conviction in her voice. She wants this, craves it, even if she won’t admit it. Gray chuckles, his breath warm against her skin.

“Keep telling yourself that, sunshine,” he murmurs, his hands slipping under the hem of her dress. Rowyn gasps as his fingers tease her inner thigh.

She looks up at me, her eyes pleading for mercy, but I have none to give.

We continue to move through the crowd, our bodies pressed together, our movements synchronized as one.

Rowyn’s resistance begins to crumble as her body responds to our every touch.

I can’t help but feel a sense of triumph, knowing that we’re breaking down her walls, claiming her as ours.

We take Rowyn to Gray’s room upstairs, ready to fulfill our promise and make her ours.

“I don’t know why you brought me up here. I’m not sleeping with you again,” Rowyn protests, pushing a finger in each of our chests. Gray steps closer to her, boxing her in with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

“Do you think we’re blind, sunshine?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous. He takes a step forward, and she takes a step back. He smirks, enjoying the game of cat and mouse. Rowyn’s face flushes as she looks from Gray to me, then lowers her lavender eyes to the floor.

“Let me break it down for you,” I interject, stepping between Gray and Rowyn, putting my hands on her waist. “You’re a mystery we can’t solve. We know you’ve got layers hidden beneath that delicate surface.” My hand slides over her cheek but she flinches away.

“So what? You want me to spill my secrets? You don’t even know me,” Rowyn regards me, undaunted by the heat of my gaze.

“Exactly, and we want to,” Gray says, now calm again, unwavering. “There’s something about you, something that pulls us in.”

Silence stretches, and the music fades into the background as we hold each other’s gazes—three souls caught in a moment teetering between truth and uncertainty.

Rowyn’s defenses falter just for an instant, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her expression. “You think you can run into me and demand answers?” she challenges, stepping forward.

“Why not?” I reply, feeling reckless and alive. “Sometimes, you have to take risks when you want something.”

“Risks like beating someone to a bloody pulp?” she seethes, her eyes flashing with defiance .

“He was touching something he shouldn’t have,” Gray snaps, grabbing Rowyn and forcing her against the wall, his body a solid barrier between her and the world outside.

“Oh yeah? It’s my body, and I’ll let anyone I want touch it,” she quips, her voice laced with fire.

The air crackles with tension, and I can see the fight in her eyes, the way she is both drawn to us and terrified of what that means. Gray leans in closer, his breath mingling with hers, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.

“Not a damn soul can touch you but us. Understood?”

“And if I don’t listen?” she spits out, her voice trembling with anger, but there’s no denying the way her body responds to our presence, the way her breath hitches when we get too close.

“Then you’ll be punished right after we tear the fucker’s limbs off. That’s just how it is, Row,” I reply, my voice low and controlled, even as my heart races in my chest. “And trust me, sunshine. You don’t want that.”

Her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the war raging within her. She wants to fight, to push back against our dominance but she also wants to submit, to give in to the pleasure we promise.

“Fuck you,” she whispers, but there’s no real heat behind her words. She’s testing us, seeing just how far we’re willing to go .

My cock strains against my pants, and I can feel Gray’s arousal too, his body tight and coiled with need. We share a brief glance, a silent agreement passing between us. This is a dance we’ve done before, a battle of wills that always ends in pleasure.

“Fine,” I growl, my hand shooting out to grab her wrist. I yank her toward me, her body slamming against mine. “You want to play games, little girl? We’ll show you how it’s done.”

Her breath catches in her throat as I spin her around and push her front against the wall. Gray moves in behind her, his hands sliding around her waist to hold her in place.

“You think you’re tough, huh?” I whisper against her ear, my fingers digging into her hips. “You think you’re in control? You’re wrong.” I pull out my phone and show her the picture.

She struggles against us, but we’re stronger. “Delete that! Now!”

Gray’s hands roam up her sides, his lips grazing the nape of her neck.

“We’re going to break you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. “We’re going to tear you apart and put you back together again, and you’re going to beg us for more.”

Our bodies grind against hers, pinning her between us. Her breath hitches as she struggles to free herself, but we’re unyielding .

“We are the gods of your undoing, and we won’t be satisfied until you’re shattered and remade in our image.” Our hands explore every inch of her body, leaving no secret untouched. We strip her bare, not just of her clothes, but of her defenses, her inhibitions.

“So, you like to break all your toys?” she challenges.

“ Toy? No. Try ruin. Try symphony.” Grayson’s voice is velvet-wrapped steel.

I step in, forehead pressed to hers. “You’re the storm we tried to chain, Rowyn. Now we just want to burn with you.”

“So tell us, are you up for the challenge?” Gray whispers in her ear.

She doesn’t respond, but her silence speaks volumes. We can sense the fire within her, the spark that will ignite into a blaze. We’re not going to let her go. We’ll keep her forever, and she’ll love every second of it.