Frequencies of Us Chapter 55: Buzz and a Break

Noah POV

It’s dusk now, shadows stretching long, and I’m crouched low, my heart racing loud in my ears. My sneakers dig into dirt, soft and quick, and my hands shake, sweaty and fast, because I’m calling Caleb, fingers fumbling over my phone, needing answers. I’m mad, mad at him, at Lena, at Ortiz, and my face burns, hot and tense, because they’re messing with us, and I need the truth. I hit call, my voice shaky, “What’s Ortiz got?” and Caleb cracks, “Lena locked me out after the sale!” My gut sinks, heavy and fast, because he’s spilling, finally, and it’s big.

My heart slams, wild and loud, and my legs shake, mad and pumped, because he’s out, sold fake cans, and Lena’s got him trapped. My throat’s tight, words stuck, because this is it, yeah, the piece we need. I want to yell, want to run to Mateo, but I hold still, my knuckles white on the phone, because it’s proof, proof they’re liars, proof we’re right. My chest jumps, steamy and fast, and my face burns hotter, because it’s real, and I’m scared, scared but ready to fight.

Footsteps stomp, loud and close, and my heart jumps, slamming hard in my chest. It’s Dad, storming over, yelling, “No more calls!” His voice is rough, mad, and my gut twists, tense and quick, because he’s grounding me, locking me down again. I snap, “I’m done!” my voice cracking, shaky and wild, because I can’t stay, not now, not without Mateo. He grabs my phone, yanking it away, and my chest heaves, air stuck, because I’m trapped, maybe, and my face burns, mad and raw, fighting to break free, fighting for us.

I pull back, my hands shaking bad, and my chest aches, raw and tight, because I’m done, done letting him stop me. My gut flips, scared and mad, because Caleb’s words echo, and I need Mateo, need him bad. Mateo grabs my arm, his fingers soft and fierce, saying, “You’re with me,” and my gut twists, steamy and alive, because his smirk calms me, pulls me back. I grin, “Always,” my voice low, flirty and raw, and my lips brush his, sending heat through me. My heart skips, wild and warm, and my breath mixes with his, hot and quick, because it’s him, yeah, keeping me steady.

We duck lower behind the bench, my hand locked in his, and my legs wobble, restless and hot, because he’s close, so close, and my throat’s tight, needing him bad. My chest buzzes, steamy and real, and my breath puffs, loud and fast, because he’s looking at me, eyes soft, making me feel alive. I pull him into the dark, my heart thumping wild, and my gut flips, flirty and raw, because I want him now, can’t wait. My hands grab his waist, fast and firm, pulling him against me, and my chest slams his, heartbeat pounding together.

I kiss him, hard and hungry, my lips smashing his, and he kisses back, just as needy, his hands gripping my shoulders. My skin burns, every touch lighting me up, and I shove him against the bench frame, my body shaking as I grind my dick into him, feeling him hard against me. My breath’s quick, hot on his mouth, and I groan, low and rough, my gut clenching as he moans, loud and desperate, sending heat straight to my cock. My hands rip his shirt up, fingers digging into his skin, warm and sweaty, and he gasps, sharp in my ear, making my heart pound, wild and fast.

My lips attack his neck, sucking hard, and he throws his head back, letting me bite, his hands yanking my hair. I thrust my hips, slow and deep, my dick rubbing him firm, and he pushes back, hot and wild, matching me perfect. My mouth hits his again, wet and sloppy, and I taste him, raw and sweet, my head spinning fast, lost in him, lost in us. My hands slide down, grabbing his ass, pulling him tight, and I grind harder, my cock throbbing as he shakes, hot and needy. His nails claw my back, sharp and real, and I groan louder, my body trembling, chasing the fuck, chasing him.

We’re locked together, hips slamming hard, the bench creaking loud. His tongue fucks mine, deep and fast, and my gut’s burning, tight and ready to blow. My breath’s ragged, lost in his moans, and my heart slams, loud and wild, because it’s him, making me hard, making me crazy. I press harder, my dick thrusting deep, and he moans louder, pulling me in, making me want to fuck him more, making me feel it all. My body shakes, cum building fast, and I kiss him rougher, tongues slamming, because it’s us, real, and nothing else matters.

A horn blares, loud and close, and my heart jumps, slamming hard in my chest. I pull back, my breath heaving, my face burning red, and Mateo’s eyes snap to mine, dark and wild, lips swollen from me. It’s Dad’s truck, tires screeching, and my gut twists, fast and scared, because he’s here, maybe chasing me, and my chest locks, air gone. Caleb’s text pings, “She’s at Lincoln,” and my hands stay tight with Mateo’s, warm and rough, because it’s us, still us, even now. Sofia’s text follows, “Found pics,” and my head spins, mad and confused, because it’s piling up, hitting hard.

My heart thumps, loud and wild, and my gut flips, flirty and raw, because Mateo’s here, fighting with me, and the pics could change it all. My phone buzzes again, soft in my pocket, and my hands shake, pulling it out quick, my chest fluttering, steamy and alive. It’s Sofia, short and loud: “She’s got him.” My breath catches, stuck in my throat, and I look at Mateo, close and sweaty, his eyes wide, needing to know. My face burns hotter, and my throat’s tight, words stuck, because it’s big, pulling us deeper, and I need him, need us to face this.

I peek over the bench, my eyes squinting into the dusk, and my gut twists, hot and fast, because tires screech, Dad’s truck rolling close. My hands shake, gripping Mateo tight, and my heart jumps, loud and fast, because Lena’s here, maybe with Caleb, and Sofia’s pics are close. A soft thud hits the dirt, close and real, and my chest flutters, steamy and wild. A coin spins by my sneaker, shiny and small, kicked from somewhere, and my breath puffs, quick and rough, leaving me waiting, tense and shaky, with Mateo’s breath hot on my neck.