“Is that what you want?” I asked, nodding to the bed. “Because if I get in that bed, I’m not getting out without feeling you wrapped around my cock at least once more.”
Her grin deepened, and she licked her lips, flicking the blankets open on my side, “Then get in, because I’m already imagining all the ways I can take you both at the same time.”
“Fuck,” Eli chuckled, laying back against the pillow with an arm over his head, “Marry me.”
Frankie giggled as I climbed in beside her, pulling her ass in against my dick and breathing her in as Eli rolled to face us. “Let’s get some sleep, and then you can tell us all the ways you want to take us deep.”
“Mmh,” she moaned, snuggling in and kissing Eli with a satisfied sigh. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
She didn’t go home.
I watched, parked a block down from her place, waiting for her to show up after her weird afternoon shift at the rink.
I waited.
And waited some more.
I knew the schedule. I’d done the math. I knew how long it took her to get home from the rink across town. Normally she’dwork until midnight on Saturday night, but for some reason she switched things around and worked earlier.
Yet she still didn’t come home. Not tonight.
Tonight, she left withthem.
Not one.
Both.
I went back to the rink and waited for her to leave and saw her come out a little after eleven with two men on each side of her. Not as coworkers, or friends. They sandwiched her close and possessive, like they already knew what she wore under her dress.
And from the way she leaned into them, like she was aching to be claimed, I knew exactly what was happening.
They touched her as if she were theirs. She fucking let them, too.
So, I tailed them, two stoplights behind. Headlights off.
They didn’t notice me, too wrapped up in whatever sick and perverse little game they were playing in that truck.
When they turned off onto the warehouse strip, my stomach rolled. I knew that area. No one lived there except the firefighter. I’d seen him there before, the pretty boy with the hero complex and the perfectly white teeth.
When I first found Frankie, I did research on everyone she interacted with. And I’d pegged the firefighter as a problem from the start.
I should have taken care of it then.
Instead, I was forced to sit parked across the street in my tinted truck, engine off, watching her climb him like a ladder as he picked her up out of the back seat. Her dress was half undone, her hair wild and worst of all, she laughed as he kissed her.
He pulled the top of her dress open and kissed her chest as he climbed the stairs, two at a time, while the big carpenter climbedout of the other side of the truck. The fucker adjusted his dick in his jeans as he shut the doors and gave chase.
Son of a bitch probably had her on his dick on the ride home.
Whore.
I watched them all go in.
And I waited.
And waited.
Yet she still didn’t fucking come out.
