Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“I’m so close,” she says between little pants and sighs of delight, every bit as desperate for her release as I am.
My only goal right now is to make Frankie fall apart. To make her shatter into a thousand tiny, pleasure-filled pieces.
“Can I touch you?” I ask, hoping like hell she says yes.
“Please, oh God, please?”
I pop the button to her jeans and tug down the zipper before sliding my hand beneath the material. My fingers meet nothing but smooth, slick, sloppy wet skin.
“You’re soaked.” I draw my index finger up and down her slit three times before pressing my thumb to her clit.
“Orion!” She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her forehead into mine.
“I can’t wait to be inside you. To stretch you and fill you up with my cock. Do you want that, Frankie? Do you want to be full of my dick?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants the word like it’s a sacred prayer.
What it really is, is music to my ears. My Bluebird’s as wild for me as I am her.
“Come for me. Come all over my fingers.”
She grips the back of my shirt for leverage as she moves her hips in tight little circles, rubbing her clit against the pad of my thumb.
“That’s right, Frankie. Just like that.”
“Kiss me,” she begs, her entire body shaking. “Oh, God—I’m come—”
I seal my lips to hers, swallowing down her soft cries and moans as she rides out her orgasm.
“Oh, wow,” she murmurs, slumping against my chest. “That was…”
“A practice round, Bluebird. The real thing and you won’t be able to walk.”
“Promises, promises.” She clucks her tongue at me and then presses one last quick kiss to my lips before climbing off of me.
“Next time,” I tell her, sucking my index finger into my mouth, “I’m gonna eat that pretty pussy before I fuck you.”
“Orion!” Her cheeks flame bright with a heady mixture of embarrassment and desire. “You can’t just say things like that.”
“Just did, Bluebird. I just did.”
She opens her mouth, undoubtedly to fuss at me—but my phone rings before she can.
Groaning, I dig my phone out of my pocket. “Hey, Mom.”
“I. Adore. This. Kid, Orion. Do you hear me? I adore him.”
“He’s a good kid,” I agree, transferring the call to speaker phone. “What’s up?”
“Well…” I can tell from the tone of her voice that she’s up to something. “Maverick asked if he could sleep over. It’s fine with me, but I told him he needed to ask his mama.”
Frankie worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s not that I mind, because I know he’d be in good hands, it’s just… it’s a school night and—”
My mom’s soft laughter cuts off her anxious rambling. “Mom to mom, I understand. My kids couldn’t do sleepovers on school nights either.”
“Um.” Frankie clears her throat and flexes her fingers at her sides. She’s clearly bothered at having to turn my mom down.
But I might just have the perfect plan. “Hey, Mom, can I put you on hold for a second?”
“Oh, sure.”
I mute the call and tug Frankie into my side. “I know you just took this weekend off since Mav was sick, but do you think you could take next weekend off, too? I feel like a shit even asking, but—”
“I try not to dip into it, but I have enough in savings that it would be fine. Why though?”
“My parents have a lake house here in town. I was thinking maybe, and only if you’re comfortable with it, Maverick could stay with my parents this weekend and we could go to the lake. Just you and me.”
I shove my hands under my thighs to keep from fidgeting while waiting for her reply. Fuck, I hope I’m not asking for too much, too soon.
“I think…” She licks her lips. “I think I could manage that.”
Hell. Yes.
“You still there?” I ask, unmuting the call.
“Yep.”
“Do you think Mav could stay with y’all next weekend?”
“Of course! Oh, we can make an apple pie and some brownies. Does he like meatloaf? What about grits?”
Frankie laughs, and I swear, I would bottle the sound if I could. It’s like a straight shot of serotonin, from her lips to my brain.
“He likes all of that, Lizzie. He’s going to have a blast, I’m sure.”
“I’m so excited. He likes superheroes, right? Orion, I bet I still have your old sheets somewhere…”
“Hey, Mom, one more thing?”
“What’s that?”
“Could I take Frankie up to the lake house?”
Mom falls quiet. So quiet, I actually check my phone to make sure we’re still connected.
“It’s happening!” she murmurs, her words barely audible. “It’s really happening!”
“Are you okay?” I ask, wondering what exactly is happening.
“Orion Michael Cartwright, you are finally settling down and I—I’m just happy, son. Let me be happy.”
Frankie smacks a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound of her giggles, while I groan in embarrassment.