Page 28 of Freestyle (Boys of Frampton U #2)

Phoenix

Phoenix:

Where are you, little juvie?

It doesn’t take long for her to reply, mostly because she probably knows we have eyes on her.

Rowyn:

None of your damn business.

Oh, baby. So predictable. I type slower this time. Let it draw out.

Phoenix:

Oh, but it is. You see, we want to make sure you don’t get into any trouble.

She doesn’t know about the tracker.

That’s what makes this fun.

The phone pings again, a small red dot, corner of the library.

Same table she always gravitates to, tucked between classics and the psychology section like some poetic irony.

I picture her there; hoodie pulled up, earbuds half-in, pretending the world doesn’t touch her when really, she catalogues every stare, every breath.

There’s a pause.

I imagine her frowning at the screen. Knowing me well enough to be suspicious, but not quite enough to piece it together.

Gray leans across from me in the car, arms crossed, watching the message bubble appear and disappear like a heartbeat.

“She’s going to freak out when she finds out,” he mutters.

“She’ll forgive us,” I say, tugging on my hoodie. “Eventually.”

He raises a brow. “You’re betting that on charm?”

“Always. ”

I tuck the phone in my back pocket and swing the door open. The late evening air is crisp, but something in my chest runs hotter than it should.

Because this isn’t just a game.

It’s a reminder.

She can run. She can fight.

But we’ll always find her.

The second we step into the library, the smell hits; fresh ink, processed paper, and that sterile school-cleaner scent that clings to polished floors and anxiety. Fluorescents hum above, casting everything in a sharp, institutional white. Less sanctuary, more academic pressure cooker.

Awareness is on us the second we enter. Heads lift. Eyes slide over. Some linger. Some look away too fast, pretending we aren’t the gravity center in the room.

Not because they’re scared of us.

Because on this campus, we’re everywhere .

Gray with his quiet dominance, the kind of presence that doesn’t announce itself but makes everything shift around him.

Me with my mouth, my grin, my games. The one who starts fires while he keeps them burning.

Together? We’ve got orbit.

We walk through rows of students hunched over textbooks, tapping at keys, whispering about deadlines and exams. A couple of them mutter greetings, faint, automatic. We don’t stop. We don’t need to.

She doesn’t hear us coming.

Rowyn’s bent over a table in the far back corner, textbook cracked open, earbuds in, expression furrowed like she’s waging a quiet war with calculus or philosophy or whatever masochistic subject she’s torturing herself with today.

I see the flicker of her eyes just before she pulls the earbud out.

She knows and I grin.

Gray doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, arms crossed, watching her like she’s a puzzle he already knows how to solve.

“Studying so hard,” I murmur, sliding into the chair next to her. “Anyone would think you’re trying to stay out of trouble.”

She exhales slowly, glaring up at both of us. “And here I was, thinking I’d get through one day without being harassed by the campus mascots.”

“Mmm, that pretty mouth gets you in so much trouble, doesn’t it, sunshine? If only there was something we could do to help you keep it gagged...” I say, grinning like a shark as I lean back in my seat, legs spread wide.

Rowyn narrows her eyes, fingers tightening around her pencil. I can tell she wants to bite back, wants to show us just how sharp her teeth are, but she doesn’t. Instead, she looks around nervously at the other students nearby.

My smirk widens. “Aw, little juvie, you don’t want us to make a scene, do you?”

She turns her glare back to me. “Fuck off, Huntington.”

I chuckle lowly. “Oh, I plan to, Rowyn. But not right now. We have something else in store for you.”

Her brows furrow. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Gray steps forward, moving behind her and grabbing her arms. “It means, we’re going to make sure you can’t leave this library until you’re a crying mess.”

“No–” but she doesn’t get to finish before Gray covers her mouth with his hand. We are just enough out of sight to where people can’t see us, but anyone could walk around that corner. The thrill of getting caught courses through me.

I can see the tension in Rowyn’s body, the way her muscles coil like a spring, ready to snap. Gray leans in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Just relax, Rowyn. We’re just having a little fun.”

I can’t help but laugh at the way her eyes dart around, searching for an escape route. “You’re not really going to scream, are you? That would ruin the whole vibe.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Besides, we both know you like the attention. ”

Rowyn’s eyes flash with defiance, and I see the spark of rebellion ignite within her. “You think this is funny?” she manages to say, muffled but fierce.

“Absolutely,” I reply, my grin widening. “But don’t worry, we’re not monsters. We’ll let you go, eventually. ”

Gray’s dark chuckle echoes throughout the small space as he slides into the chair on the other side of our little pet.

“You didn’t get enough last night?” she snaps, causing me to laugh. So, she found our little surprise we left for her.

“Never,” I whisper.

“Are you wet for us, little juvie?” Gray whispers along her jaw. Seeing his smirk, I can’t help but feel a surge of mischief. Rowyn stiffens, her breath hitching as she processes his words. The air between us thickens, a charged tension that crackles with unspoken desires.

Gray releases his grip, just enough for her to catch her breath, both of us knowing she won’t call out for help. She doesn’t want to. Even with every defiant bone in her body, she’s exactly where she wants to be,

“Shut up, Gray,” she snaps, but the slight tremor in her voice betrays her bravado. I can see the way her cheeks flush, the way her gaze flickers between us, caught in the web we’ve spun .

“You know you love the attention,” I tease, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees. “Admit it, Rowyn. We’ve got you all hot and bothered.”

Her eyes narrow, but I catch the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “You two are insufferable,” she replies, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably.

Gray leans in closer, his voice low and sultry. “Maybe we are, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re sitting here, practically begging for more.” His fingers brush against her thigh, eliciting a small moan.

Rowyn swallows hard, her defenses wavering. “I’m not begging for anything,” she retorts, but the way her pulse races betrays her.

“Sure you are,” I say, my tone playful as I watch the way she bites her lip, a habit I’ve come to recognize as her way of fighting back against the heat rising within her. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

I run my hands along the waist of her sweat pants, slowly dipping my fingers inside.

She lets out a sharp breath. It drives me wild knowing how much she wants this, and yet still she tries to fight it.

I lean in closer, my lips grazing her ear. My voice drops lower, husky with desire. “Mmm, such a good little slut for us. Tell me how bad you’re aching for us. ”

I hook my fingers under the elastic band, pulling down just enough to expose the lacy pink underwear beneath.

Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension in her body, the struggle between what she knows she wants, and what she tells herself she shouldn’t have.

“Nix...” Her voice is a breathless whisper, almost pleading, but I don’t know if it’s for me to stop or keep going. I choose the latter.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” I say, leaning closer. She shakes her head, and I smile. “That’s not an answer.”

She swallows hard, her eyes darting around the room before settling on mine again. “I...I want...”

I raise my brows, waiting.

“I want...” she starts again, but still no answer.

I trail my fingertips up her inner thighs, slowly inching higher. My cock throbs against my pants, aching for release. “Tell us what you want, baby girl. We’ll give it to you.”

She gasps, her body trembling. I’m dying to rip off her pants and bury myself so deep inside her pussy. She’s such a good girl for us.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.

“Please what?” Gray asks

“Touch me,” she says. Her breath catches as he leans close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

“Don’t worry, sunshine. We’re going to take care of you. ”

Gray slides her underwear to the side, revealing her perfect pink pussy. “Mmm,” he groans. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

She squirms under his touch as he begins to slide his fingers along her folds. He slowly inserts one finger, and she moans. “So tight,” he whispers, pumping it in and out of her. “I wish this was my cock right now.”

Her breathing quickens as he picks up the pace, adding another finger. “Please,” she begs, her body trembling with desire.

“Better be quiet. You don’t want our classmates knowing what a slut you are for Sharks,” I murmur into her hair.

Her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to hold back a moan.

Gray smirks at me, watching our little pet as she squirms beneath our touch.

We both know this is just the beginning.

The more we push her, the further she will fall.

She can deny it all she wants, but we see the way she looks at us.

The heat in her eyes is undeniable. She craves this just as much as we do.

The library is quiet except for small whimpers slipping from Rowyn’s lips. My fingers continue to tease her, sliding along her pussy and dipping inside her heat. Gray circles her clit slowly, then not at all. We have a game plan, and we intend to play it out until the end .

I slide another finger into her pussy, pumping them in and out as she grinds her hips against my palm. Her breathing is ragged, and I can see the flush spreading across her cheeks. Gray leans down and kisses her neck, whispering something in her ear that makes her shudder.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. I’m dying to feel her come apart around me, to hear her moans of pleasure as she shatters, but we’re not done playing yet. Not by a long shot.

We work together, one of us pushing her to the edge while the other pulls back.

It’s a delicious form of torture that I can tell she’s loving.

Her eyes flutter open and meet mine, filled with lust and need. “Please...” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

I grin wickedly at her, leaning closer so my lips brush against the shell of her ear. “Please what?”

“Please let me come.” She whimpers.

“You’re not in charge here, little juvie,” I whisper back. “I am.”

I know exactly what she wants, what she needs, but I’m not ready to give it to her yet. I’m not done playing. Not by a long shot.

The scent of her arousal fills the air around us, making me even harder than I already am.

I can see Gray’s cock tenting his jeans and I have the urge to grab him by the hair and shove him down onto his knees.

To make him suck me off right here in the library, but I know that wouldn’t end well for either of us, so I resist. For now.

The sound of Rowyn’s moans brings me back to the task at hand. I can feel my control slipping as I watch her writhe beneath my touch.

I’ve got two fingers knuckle-deep inside her pussy. She’s wet and tight, and I can’t wait to feel her wrapped around my cock.

“Oh fuck.” Her eyes roll back and she lets out a low groan as she tries to grind her hips against my hand.

“Not yet, baby girl. You don’t get to come yet.” My voice is thick with lust and need.

Her eyes snap open and she glares at me. “You’re both a fucking tease.”

I smirk and slowly withdraw my fingers. “And you love it.”

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them, savoring her taste. I groan and close my eyes, the image of her writhing beneath me burned into my brain.

I pop my fingers from my lips as someone comes around the corner.

They don’t look at us, and Gray and I don’t stop our assault on Rowyn.

It makes this whole thing even hotter knowing we are getting away with this.

She can only stay quiet for so long before she will give us away.

Her moans will be heard throughout the whole library if we keep going .

Rowyn tenses between us, her legs shaking as Gray starts to rub her clit faster. Her breathing becomes uneven and her eyes flutter shut. She grips the table tight as her body tenses, preparing itself for its release.

Gray leans forward and kisses her neck, whispering into her ear, his voice low and husky, “Come for us, baby.”

That’s all it takes. Rowyn’s body trembles and she lets out a small whimper as her strong orgasm rips through her.

“Shhh, you gotta be quiet, little juvie,” I whisper in her other ear. “Don’t wanna get caught, now do we?”

She bites her lip, trying to stifle the moans that escape from her mouth. Gray smiles, his eyes filled with lust and desire.

He reaches up and strokes her cheek gently, his wet fingers brushing against her lips. “That’s a good girl,” he murmurs softly. “Keep it down and no one will hear us, or is that exactly what you want? Do you like being in public, Rowyn?”

She shakes her head furiously. “No...I...”

Gray chuckles and leans forward, his lips grazing hers. “You’re such a bad liar,” he whispers.

His words send shivers down my spine as I watch him lean forward and press his lips against hers in a heated kiss.

My cock strains against my pants as I watch them devour each other, their tongues dancing together in a frenzy of passion and lust. I can’t help but groan as I feel myself getting harder by the second, my need growing with each passing moment.

I reach down and stroke my cock through my jeans as I watch them. “Fuck, you two look so hot together,” I growl, sliding my fingers into her hair and pulling her toward me.

I slam my lips down on hers, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. She whimpers in my arms, but before I can do anything else, the librarian calls over the intercom, “Library is closing in five minutes.”

“Well, shit,” Gray whispers as I pull away from Rowyn’s lips, both of us panting heavily. “We should probably get going.”

“Yeah, we should,” I say as I stand up from my seat. “Come on, little juvie, let’s get you out of here.”

She nods and stands up as well, a hint of a blush still on her cheeks.