Free Like a Fox by J.M. Sevilla

gives a small nod towards the bathroom, places his paper on the table, and retreats to it.
    I quickly place the hot plates still in my hands on the table they belong and follow, peering behind me to make sure nobody is watching before stepping inside.
    Vic has me pinned to the door, locking it behind me as soon as I enter, kissing me roughly. Or maybe it’s me kissing him roughly.
    “You’re early,” I pant as his mouth makes delicious movements all over my neck, his hands pawing at my breasts.
    He doesn’t respond, pushing me up from behind. I hold back a yelp from the surprise of it, wrapping my legs around his waist. He’s already hard and grinding against me.
    Quicker than I’m able to register what’s happening Vic has freed himself and shoves aside my undies, pushing deep inside me. As he moves I bury my face in his neck, taking in his smell, still missing and longing for him, my heart not caught up to the fact that he’s here.
    “Freya,” Vic moans into my neck, inhaling me as well.
    “Vicsuyan,” I groan.
    Faster than I ever thought possible, we climax together in an explosion that has us biting into each other to muffle the noise.
    Vic breathes heavily into my neck, “Get off early.”
    “I’ll try,” I promise.
    “Please,” it comes out with desperation, like possibly the separation was just as hard for him.
    “Okay. Tell me your room number. I’ll come to you.”
    Vic stiffens, “My hotel?”
    I nod, “I want to see it.”
    He lifts his head from my neck, meeting my eyes and searching them, lips straight-lined, his brows slightly pulled together. He gently pulls out of me, adjusting anything out of place before putting me down, “There’s nothing to see. It’s a standard room. Besides, I won’t be there much longer.”
    My mood falls from the clouds and crashes to the ground.
    “You’re leaving?” I ask in a hushed tone.
    He responds to his crotch as he’s zipping back up, “I’m buying a place.”
    I perk up, “Here?”
    He looks at me, “Of course.” He gives me a kiss, with just enough tongue that I become slightly aroused, and leaves.
    I clean myself up, peeking around the door to make sure nobody notices before I exit.
    The only person with a knowing smile is my sister, who is pouring coffee for the table next to Vic’s.
    “Welcome home, Vic.” Maya smiles with amusement over the fact that I just had a quickie in a bathroom, when in the past I’ve made it very clear how I feel about public restrooms: disgusting. I hate them. “My sister’s been miserable.”
    My mouth drops open, not believing she said that.
    Maya leaves with a snicker. Sisters suck.
    I clear my throat, smoothing back my hair before coming to Vic’s table, “The usual?”
    “Yes,” he confirms, unfolding his newspaper, indifferent towards me. I turn to head back to the kitchen to put in his order, but I stall when he speaks my name barely above a whisper, “Freya…I was the same.”
    I stare at him, trying to decipher what he means as he reads his paper, face expressionless. I realize it’s in regards to what my sister said about me being miserable. I flush, a big smile on my face as I leave.
     
     
    ~~~~~
     
     
    I go to Dad’s office to inform him about leaving early and find him having an argument over the phone.
    “You told me Thursday,” he growls. “That’s not my problem. The weekend is our busiest time and I need my order.” He slams the phone down, rattling his desk.
    You never want to deal with my dad when an order is delayed or messed up; he turns vicious, revealing another side to him.
    He glances up, noting I’m there. His murderous glare turns soft, and his scowling lips turn up, widening.
    “Everything all right?”
    “You bet,” he answers cheerfully.
    “I just wanted to give you a heads up that I’m taking off. Mom’s going to keep an eye from the bookstore in case the café needs her help.”
    “You seeing your man?” He guesses, having seen Vic eating