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Franky wrenched the door wide like it weighed a ton, probably hoping to catch me in the act of missing him.
I lined the cold cuts and condiments I’d taken out of the fridge along the island, pretending I didn’t see him watching me from the end of the short hallway that separated the garage from the kitchen.
The heavy thud of his work boots hitting the hardwood floor vibrated up my bare feet, past my thighs and beyond. Franky’s mammoth shadow crossed the kitchen entryway before he did, and I kept my head down, slapping turkey and cheese onto two pieces of bread and then working on slicing the tomatoes.
He relaxed into the trim of the archway, his hands going into his front pockets. I stole a glance at him, regretting it when the longing seeping from his eyes made me want to open my body to him, welcoming him home.
I took a few bites of my sandwich, not tasting anything, but it gave me something to do other than wait mutely for him to make a move.
He moved behind me to the fridge. The door opened and shut, followed by the sound of a cap being popped and a thick throat working to get a bottle of Stella down. I took a third bite, my appetite now gone—at least for the sandwich—but I forced it down anyway.
A second pop, chased by a continuous gulp before the bottle slammed down onto the counter.
Franky breezed in behind me, smelling like a hard day’s work and beer. “You missed a spot,” he said, wiping behind my ear and then showing me his paint-coated thumb.
“Thanks,” I said, the ends of the bread crumbling in my clenched hands.
“I’m sorry,” he said, holding on to the island at either side of my hips and rolling his nose through my hair. “I don’t want to fight with you.” He backed up enough to let me turn around, then connected his forehead to mine. We stayed like that for a while.
“If you need to sleep in the same room with her, you don’t sleep in her bed.” I couldn’t bring myself to saytheirbed. “If you need someone to talk to, you call me.I’mwho you go to for comfort, Franky.” I continued with my list of demands, asking for what I wanted even if the answer would be no. “If you need something to let your frustrations out on, if you need someone to fuck, you come find me in the middle of the night. I’m your secret keeper, your shoulder to lean on, your ocean when there isn’t one, and my ass is your goddamn punching bag. Do you hear me?” I asked, thumping a fist against his chest.
“Yes,” he said, kissing me. “Yes.”
“I need you,” I said, needing to feel possessed by him after our fight. “Fuck, Franky, I need you.”
Franky picked me up, my legs latching around him as he carried me through the kitchen and into the pouring rain. We kissed like mad men as he carefully maneuvered the stairs leading to the dock with me in his arms.
We were soaked by the time we reached the boat’s cabin, bumping our heads on the low ceiling as we peeled out of our clothes while trying to remain glued to each other.
I rode him as he perched at the edge of the big bed, my palm flattened to the ceiling in the confined space. We didn’t talk, just fucked and stared into each other’s eyes, living in the moment.
Franky flipped me onto my back, and the boat began to rock. Could have been the heavy wind, the heavy rain, or the heavy impact of his thrusts shoving me to the top of the bed.
My stomach dipped, and I couldn’t say if I was seasick or love-sick, but I didn’t care.
We eventually switched positions again, causing him to lose the suction he had on my neck. He sat up, chewing into my shoulder as I whipped my ass up and down his cock.
“No one will want to touch you when I’m through with you,” he said, clamping his mouth over my nipple next.
“Fuck,” I hissed, the vein along my bouncing shaft throbbing. “Two can play that game, Franky.” I raked my nails down his back, drawing blood.
“Ugh!” he bit out, throwing his head back before pinning me to the mattress again. He shook his hair from his face, sweat raining down on me as he grunted, hauling my lower body onto his lap and hitting my sweet spot with deep jabs of his cock.
“Not my face,” he said. “Anywhere but my face.”
I clawed into his chest next. Lines of crimson formed, running parallel down to his midsection.
We took turns damaging one another as the heat rose in the windowless room and the scent of sex hovered on the verge of suffocating us.
By the time we were through, the sheets were ruined and we were hard pressed to find an area on our bodies not stained red. The cabin itself would need to be hosed down.
“I’d like to use my second truth,” Franky whispered after we’d limped back to the house, showered, and collapsed into his bed. He’d already used one of the truths he’d won after hustling me in a game of pool. I’d forgotten I still owed him two more. He could ask me anything, and I’d have to answer honestly. My heart lurched up my throat as I waited.
Franky shifted me off his chest so he could see me clearly, wincing as doing so agitated his bruises. “When you promised you wouldn’t ask me for more, did you already know you would?” He was asking about the day we left the emergency room. The day he said he couldn’t make me any promises. The day I’d promised I would never ask him to. Yet here we were…
“Yes,” I said truthfully. “Did you go into this knowing I’d break my promise?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I knew, but I wanted you anyway. It was the worst of the many selfish acts I’ve committed since meeting you. One of many selfish acts I’d committedagainstyou. I’m scared it won’t be my last, Leland. You deserve better than me.”
