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“Franky?” My voice quaked.
“Yeah,” he said into my skin.
I thought about everyone involved, everyone who’d be affected by our affair if it got out. I thought about Selene and how tired she seemed, how unfair this was to her, and how not being able to hate her meant I had to hate myself more.
I should sacrifice myself and end this now, because one broken heart was better than many. I knew that. I understood it. But maybe they wouldn’t work out anyway, because Franky had been on the hunt for something more long before I’d entered the picture. Bottom line, he was unhappy with his life before he’d met me. Still, it didn’t mean I needed to take part in the breaking of a family.
I thought about all of this as he suffocated me with his arms, waiting with a held breath for me to answer him.
I thought about all of that and more. I thought about the type of man I wanted to be, and how much fuller my cup was today than it had been yesterday, and how Selene had done more mothering of me in those few minutes of conversation than my own mother ever had.
Was I better than this? Did Iwantto be better than this? I did. Ididwant that.
But I wanted Franky even more.
“Leave her,” I whispered.
Chapter 15
Franklin
The leather chair squeaked under my weight but Leland didn’t stir. I alternated between staring into the night-shadowed ocean through the open balcony doors and gazing at Leland as he slept peacefully in my bed.
Staring at him for too long caused my mind to jumble, and a glance into the water’s vastness provided a reset; it brought clarity to a complicated situation.
“We’ll talk later. Let me get you home.”Those were the words I’d said to him after taking him with an edge sharpened by fear, and after he’d asked me to leave my wife for him. They were the last words spoken by either of us for the remainder of the night—or rather early morning.
I tilted my head back, downing half of my beer in an effort to forget how he’d dejectedly stared out of the passenger side window as we rode through the desolate streets to get here. Then—without any suggestive commentary or sneaky tactics meant to tempt me into taking him again—he allowed me to bathe and towel us off before tucking him into bed.
I’d been up ever since, and with the sunrise not too far off, I figured I might as well stay up to watch it.
I’d been too aggressive with him, which wasn’t unusual, and neither was my reasoning for behaving that way. But I had to stop taking my issues out on him, out on his body, no matter how much he swore it was precisely what he wanted. It wasn’t the aggression that bothered me, but the motive behind it.
Saying I panicked when I couldn’t get a hold of him earlier would’ve been minimalizing the emotion. After fearing that maybe he was alone and unconscious, I then feared that he’d simply had his fill of me. That he’d had a sudden attack of conscience and no longer wanted to be a participant in the wrong we were doing.
As much as he would’ve had the right to walk away from this, and as much as heshouldhave walked away from this, I wasn’t ready to let him go. So I’d demonstrated that in the only way it seemed I could these days, by unleashing my cock on him. On the maturity scale, it ranked decently low.
Rolling my head on my neck, I released a silent sigh as the tension eased a little, watching as the beer bottle’s condensation spilled across my bare knee, cooling my warm skin.
Rustling came from the bed, and I snapped my eyes open to find Leland sitting up, the sheet pooling in his lap as he reached over to click on the lamp. He blinked slowly, eyes hooded with exhaustion, even with all the hours in total he’d spent sleeping.
He was young and cute with his hair tousled and lips sleep-swollen. Seeing him like this, one would never know how…accommodatingthat adorable pink mouth of his could be. A perfect match to his adorable pink hole.
Leland wiped the sleep from his eyes before taking in the room, as if trying to remember how he’d gotten here. He wet his lips, his breathing quickening as his gaze flashed up and down my naked body.
I finished my beer before setting the empty bottle on the floor near the others. “Now we talk,” I said before lust got the best of either of us.
“Okay,” he said, even as his slightly curved cock tented the sheet. I discreetly pressed a palm along my own burgeoning erection, ordering it to stand down.
“I thought you were done with me,” I said, jumping right into the heart of things. “When I couldn’t get a hold of you…” I shook my head, unable to finish.
“How did that make you feel, Franky?”
“Relieved, mostly, at first. I thought it left me with only one option. Taking the coward’s way out.”Going back to my life.“But after that thought came an intense ache. I wasn’t ready to let you go.”
“Yet,” he said, a muscle in his jaw feathering. “You weren’t ready to let me goyet.”
He wanted a promise I still couldn’t give him, a renegotiation of our terms. He wanted me to break apart my family for him, but he didn’t understand that while he had everything to gain in me doing so, I had everything to lose.
