“Why?”
“Because it’s new.” She answered, and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. “And I don’t want to make either of you jealous or worry or anything like that.”
I chuckled, “What do you think he’s going to feel when I rub it in that I made you come on the phone when he was alone in his bed right down the road, baby girl?”
She sighed, and I could hear the smile, “Don’t worry about that, I already have plans to keep things even.”
“Oh, do you?” I laughed, “Tell me more of your plans.”
“Well, you see I was thinking of stopping by to see him in the morning after I dropped the kids off at school,” She started with that silly tone to her voice she only let free every once in a while, “He’s working on a job in the middle of nowhere—very secluded atmosphere.”
“With about twenty men working around him.” I pointed it out, and she chuckled.
“I don’t know what you think I plan to do with my visit there, Sir. I just wanted to stop by and tease him as I told him about this call.”
“Or you could let him make you feel good. Play a game with him, and try not to get caught.”
“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly.
“Do me a favor, Frankie.” I said as my eyelids finally started to get heavy.
“Name it.”
“Blow his fucking mind,” I smiled to myself, letting my eyes close. “And maybe send me a picture or two while you’re at it.”
She chuckled sleepily and sighed gently. “You got it, Sunshine.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
FRANKIE
I woke up smiling.Not because I had gotten a full night’s sleep, I didn’t. And not because the kids magically learned how to dress themselves or pack their own lunches, they didn’t.
I woke up smiling because I woke up feelingwanted.
And not in the manipulated way I was used to. There were no strings attached to the desire, there were no rules dictating the availability of it.
It was just there.
I was still wrecked from last night’s midnight phone call with Eli, still flushed from the sound of his voice and still very much aching in the best way from everything that happened Saturday night with him and Travis.
Every single inch of me hummed with satisfaction and the addictive little thrill that came from knowing two incredible men wanted me like that.
Not just for a night.
Not just for the fun of it.
But fully, wildly, and maybe even a bit dangerously.
It made me want to lean into it and embrace it. So, I fucking did.
I curled my hair with the fancy little tool that I used more in the last week than in the last three years and even put some mascara on again. The bra that made my boobs sit a little higher than necessary worked perfectly under my black cropped sweatshirt that justhappenedto fall off one shoulder when I moved the right way.
Paired with my blood-red skinny jeans with rips in them and my Doc Martens, it was a whole vibe.
And I was buzzing with excitement from just feeling confident.
When I walked into the kitchen, both kids paused and stared at me like I’d grown a second head, though.
