Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

8. Husfriend

Chapter 8

Husfriend

FRANK

Meal prep

Alkaline water

Iron and vitamin D supplements

Protein powder

First aid-kit

Panty liners

I rummage through the care package for Jessica, double and triple checking to make sure everything I prepared for her is there and I didn’t forget anything before setting the duffel in the back seat and hitting the light, heading over to her place.

I tap my thumb against the steering wheel and grit my teeth, frowning, a bit upset at the direction that things have taken with us. I really have been fucking friend zoned. It’s almost embarrassing to say, but Jessica, my sweet, beautiful, kind, witty, sexy, and delicious Jessica, really is out here slinging no’s my way.

No matter how much I try to hint at how interested in her I am, she seems to skirt past the inference, seeming keen to keep my ass as nothing but a friend who kisses… what the fuck is that? I mutter to myself in frustration.

Damn… I turn into her apartment and go to shut off my car because I want to go up and get her, but I she’s already standing there waiting on me, looking fine as hell in her baggy shirt and over-sized pants that hide most of the curves on her body.

When she sees me, she runs over and I get out of the car, going to the passenger side and pulling her into a hug.

“Hey! Thank you for picking me up,” she beams.

“Of course. Anything for you.” I pull her chin up to look at me, but I can tell immediately something is wrong. However, it’s too cold to stand outside talking, so I open the door for her and buckle her in before going around and getting in, slowly heading to the bus for her away game.

“So, what’s wrong?” I ask, taking her big duffle and gear and setting it in the trunk, not wanting to beat around the bush since we don’t have much time together on the short drive.

“Nothing… I’m always a bit on edge before a game… it’s hard ya know? Being the only girl on the field full of guys and most of them hate you,” she chuckles, chewing her lip. “I love the game but I have to prepare for the jeers and hateful comments. It’s frustrating...” she trails off.

“Do you want me to kill them for you?” I glance at her out of the corner of my eye, and for the first time, I get a genuine smile from her.

“Guh! No, but I promise to let you know if I’m in need of your services,” she winks, setting me on fire. God, she’s hot.

“Well, I can’t be out on the field with you,” though maybe I ought to learn how to play… “But I prepared this for you. The drive up to New York is what, about six hours, right?”

“Yeah?” she frowns as I come to a stop and reach back, grabbing the duffel bag and placing it in the front, making her eyes go wide. “What’s this?!” her sweet voice rings out.

“Open it and see.” The zipper is loud and crisp, and her gasp is beautiful.

“What the heck?!” she chuckles. “Did you really do all of this for me?” She points to herself excitedly, and I nod like a happy puppy. “Aww Frank, thank you! This is amazing!” she beams, going through the goodie back like she’s a kid in a candy store. “I can’t believe it! You thought of everything!” she laughs, pulling out the sports panty liners, and I wiggle my brows.

“I did research.” I puff out my chest, pulling into the lot with regret as she leans over, surprising me with a chaste kiss.

“Well, thank you. This is quite literally one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me,” she simpers, and I fucking hate that she has to leave for a damn game when I just want to lay up under her and smell her.

“Hell, I’ll make sure to do more.”

“Haha, well, you don’t have to do all that, but I still appreciate the gesture,” she smiles beautifully at me, and I force myself to step out into the cold weather to cool the fuck off before opening her door and helping her out of her seatbelt and the car. While I grab her bags and take them over to the bus, I notice a pair of eyes on me. I look back and smirk, noticing the son of bitch from yesterday glaring on the bus. I just turn to Jessica, grabbing her ass and kissing her lips.

“Frank!” her eyes go wide, and she looks around, sighing when she believes no one is looking. I can tell that us two and the other fucker are the first people to show up. “Not here…” she grits through her teeth and I nod, happy she’s letting me kiss her in public.

“Sorry,” I apologize and step back, and she smiles lightly.

“I’m going to get on the bus. Thank you for bringing me. You get home and out of this frigid air. I heard that cold air can make nose bleeds worse.” Aww, she did research for me too.

“I will. I’ll text and call, so make sure you pick up,” I warn and tug her braid gently. She laughs, leaving me waving… Fuck, I need to learn how to play football.