Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“You talk big game for someone who’s about to get stuffed with my cum. Every single hole.” He grunted and stepped closer so the tips of our dicks touched. I shuddered as pleasure rippled through me. “When you come all over my hand, I’ll stuff it into your mouth and make you lick up every last drop.”
“Dare you to try. You couldn’t even win our kiss.”
He growled and dove in to prove me wrong. His teeth and tongue made a mess of my swollen lips, and he gripped my throat with his other hand to keep me close. Frankie worked my cock so quickly my thighs trembled; the mix of pain and pleasure sent my body into overdrive. I thrust against him over and over, the tops of our members crossing and touching until he ripped away from my mouth with a grunt. His head fell back against the wall, his cock throbbing violently in my hand.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you?” I smirked and leaned my weight into him, keeping him pinned against the wall as I stroked his length. “Ready to lose?”
“Fuck off,” he groaned while he ground his hips into mine. His hand grew faster, trying to keep up with mine, but I had him.
“Say my name when you come, Frankie,” I laughed and squeezed his thighs between mine. “So people know who made you their bitch.”
“Fuck you, Bones,” he groaned. “Fuck you.”
He spilled hot and sticky all over my hand in a few spurts. His entire body shook, eyes rolling back as I milked his orgasm to the last drop. My dick pulsed angrily, and I knocked Frankie’s hand away, stroking myself a few times until I splattered cum all over his hips and flaccid cock. I fought to catch my breath, smirking at how my cum stained the bottom of his dress shirt and his pants.
When he finally came back to his senses, Frankie looked down at the mess I’d made of him and back up at me with a frown. “What do you want?”
“For what?”
“My punishment.”
“Oh, easy,” I answered and stepped back. “You’re going to take the night to get your fucking shit together then call a meeting tomorrow morning, admit what a fucking idiot you are, and apologize for going behind Ari’s back.”
Frankie looked like he’d rather me fuck him on camera and post it for the whole world to see. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fists by his sides so hard they shook. But to my surprise he pushed from the wall, used the bottom of his shirt to clean himself up, then fixed his clothes like nothing had happened.
“Family meeting tomorrow at nine,” he said. “Tell the others to take another day off.”
He eyed me one more time before he stalked out of Smiley’s, pounding the pavement with his angry stomps.
I stared until his car was gone before I shook my head and fixed my pants, turning toward the locker room. A cold shower would clear my mind.
Or else I’d be calling Frankie back for his real punishment: getting fucked by Me, Lotto, and Ari so hard, he’d be begging us to accept his apology by the end of the night.
Chapter 22
Ari
If Frankie said “I did it for you” one more time, I was going to scream.
We’d been going in circles for half an hour now, repeating the same shit over and over.
Yeah, I’m sorry, but—
The way your head bounced off the mat—
I don’t want you to get hurt—
Blah, blah, blah. Same shit, different day. I was so sick of talking about the same thing over and over. We had much better things to do, like prepping me to kick Misty Perk’s ass. He was lucky I’d even let him back into Smiley’s in the first place, the prick. Asking the doctor to fluff up my records? Really? Why hadn’t he simply paid someone to fake a concussion and call it a day? That would have been more admirable.
“This is the last time I’m going to say this.” I leaned back in my office chair and glared at Frankie. “This is my decision. If you can’t respect it, you can see yourself out.”
His stone face didn’t change. “Of the office?”
“Of Smiley’s.” I set my elbows on the arms of the chair and frowned. “You’re lucky you’re even getting a choice here after the shit you pulled. As much as I love you, I will be fighting. If you don’t agree with it, the door is right behind you.”
I hated giving an ultimatum. I didn’t want him to leave. What would that mean for us? For Smiley’s? For Dad’s memory? If Frankie really chose to walk out that door, I would be devastated. I didn’t think I’d even make it to Heathens Hollow; I’d be too lost in my grief. Frankie was my constant. My partner. My everything. Bones and Lotto propped me up, but it was Frankie who had given us the platform to begin with.