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“Yes,” he said.
“Do I get to spend the night too?” I asked, shutting us into the hall.
“Yes,” he said as breathlessly as the first time.
I leaned in to whisper my next question directly into his ear. “Did I pass the test?”
“A-fucking-plus,” he whispered back.
Chapter 38
Leland
Every test, every game of mine that Franky played and won equated to a tiny shot of dopamine. He never took the opportunity to remind me that we were adults, to remind me that asking him to get out of bed to grab me a glass of water simply to prove he loved me should’ve been reserved for teens and their lovesick angst.
Franky was unwavering in the weeks leading up tothenight. And I didn’t know why I needed him to do half those things. Or maybe I did. I’d gone without the source of his love for so long, and I already knew what having it snatched away again would do to me, and so I needed constant reminding that it was still there, that today his love was as sharp as it had been yesterday, and the day before. Hell, an hour before. And maybe if he didn’t tire of me, maybe if he could give me what I needed no matter how immature and silly those things were, then maybe he could give me the big, mature, not-so-silly thing when the time came.
It all made sense in my head. Said out loud was another matter, but give anyone a dash of fear, a spark of hope, and recollections of a failed love affair in the past, and they might do the same.
I hadn’t lied when I said I’d be somewhere still loving him in the next lifetime. I hadn’t lied the first time I’d said it either. I wouldalwayswant him, and I now knew that no matter how much I prepared myself for him, no matter how much hindsight I now had, and no matter how much more my own life had to offer me, Franky still had the power to break me because there was no protecting oneself from the type of love we shared. You went all in, guards down, hearts exposed for the taking.
No task fulfilled, or metaphorical scrimmages won, or grand gestures made by Franky would prepare either of us for the ultimate test to our relationship. I had to believe we would survive anything, and that would require my complete and utter blind trust in him, and I was ten steps closer to surrendering my sight than I had been weeks ago. But whatever happened later, I wouldn’t regret tonight.
The calendar alarm went off, the piercing sound setting off the tripwire connected to my nerves. I silenced it on my way to the full-length mirror. The black catsuit I wore didn’t have an opening at the ass like the one I’d worn for Franky years ago had, but it just meant he’d have to tear it open to get to me.
My cock and balls hung through the front beautifully, though, and the diamond cutout at the chest area showed off my muscular cleavage. I’d never been more grateful for the grueling workout sessions with Franky. I flexed my pectorals, pinched my pink nipples through the lace fabric and watched as my dick stiffened and curved upward in response. With nothing left to do, I went in search of Franky.
We’d stayed apart for most of the day to build anticipation, then a couple of hours ago I received a text from him with strict instructions to remain upstairs until it was time, and that he’d left a bowl of pineapple slices for me outside the bedroom door. I used those hours to prepare my body, my heart, and my mind for tonight.
My heart rate leveled up with every spare bedroom and bathroom that came up empty. I’d even checked the walk-in closets. I knew he wasn’t upstairs. I would’ve felt him there, but I needed more time before I completely handed myself over to him.
With a deathgrip on the banister, I took my time descending the stairs, noting how eerily dark and quiet the first floor was. Half way down, cool air hit my bare toes, telling me the patio doors were open. Maybe he was waiting in the backyard.
My breath faltered when I rounded the bottom step. Aside from an unobstructed path leading to the back of the house, every available surface and square inch of floor space had been swallowed up by daisies and glass-encased pillar candles.
I moved slowly down the aisle lit by candlelight, passing the open kitchen that now resembled a flower shop. The candles wrapped around the living room, caging me into a circle of love. It felt ritualistic, and I was more than ready to offer my body up as the sacrifice.
I stopped behind the sofa, needing something to hold on to while I absorbed everything Franky had done to make this night special. Directly ahead of me, the patio doors stood open, and candles flowed well beyond it to where flower pots stuffed with daisies overwhelmed the backyard. He’d created our very own greenhouse. That was what it felt like. From the coffee table, to the mantel, to the kitchen island and counters… There were daisieseverywhere.
No, not a greenhouse, I realized. Franky had created a meadow. One where everything thrived. One filled to the brim with courage.
“There you are, Mr. Meadows,” Franky crooned seductively from somewhere behind me. I spun around, hand to my heart. I’d forgotten all about him.
“Franky,” I breathed, but then lost all train of thought at seeing him naked and leaning with arms crossed against the front door. He’d been watching me.
He pushed off the door, his confident stride languidly eating up the path toward me as the candle flames worked their magic along his chiseled body and obsidian eyes. “Lace,” he said, or more like hissed. “I love lace.”
“I know,” I said, the words shivering.
“I love lace on you,” he clarified. I knew that too. Andfuck, his cock was already hard and weeping, his crown tapping the top of his navel as he stalked closer.
“This is beautiful,” I said as he took his time getting to me. “No music?” I needed something to drown out the frantic drumming of my heart.
“No. All I want to hear are your rough pants and your hoarse shouts for more…or less.”
“More. Always more, Franky. Even when I beg you for less.”
Franky hummed his pleasure at hearing that.
