Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

21. Late Night Ice Cream Date

Chapter 21

Late Night Ice Cream Date

JESSICA

I toss and turn in bed all night, trying to get comfortable, but I can’t. I know it sound silly, but I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to Frank and he’s adamant about sleeping downstairs since I banned him from sex.

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment, but I want my man! Frustrated, I kick my legs and throw the cover off me, grab a pillow, and make my happy ass way downstairs where I see Frank lying on the couch, eating popcorn and watching TV.

When he notices me, he frowns and sits up.

“Baby… is something wrong?” I don’t say shit. I just throw my pillow next to his, lift the covers, and climb in next to him, wrapping my arms around him. I snuggle close and breathe him in deeply, finally feeling all is right in the world.

I expect him to ask me what I’m doing or even to kick me out since I know Frank is down bad crazy about me, but to my surprise, he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight.

“I missed you too, little baby.” He kisses the top of my head and my heart might as well be named Simone Biles the way this nigga be having her doing back flips and shit.

“Who said I missed you?” I tease, still breathing him in and his deep voice rumbles out a chuckle in response.

“Sorry for assuming, little baby. I’ll just say I hope you missed me as much as I missed you. ” He runs his hands over my scalp, massaging it. My braids are a week and some change old, but they still hurt.

I got them done when I was trying surprise Matt ass. I wanted to look fresh for him, but my braiding lady was out, and I made the mistake of going to one of them Instagram braiders. Baby, when I say a bitch edges and scalp was fighting for they life!

I had to take them out and get them redone by my usual braiding lady the Monday Frank and I met. But the killing part was my scalp was already sore from getting it done by the IG braider days prior, so my scalp has been ridiculously tender. His gentle caresses are very much so welcome.

“I missed you…more,” I admit and hug him tight.

“Impossible, little baby.” He pulls me closer and forces me to look up at him. I can just feel myself falling more for him day after day.

“Are you really planning on sleeping down here by yourself?” I ask and he peppers my face with kisses.

“Yeah. I run the risk of fucking you up if I don’t. You have game on Friday, right? I don’t want to make it so you’re running like a newborn calf on the field because of me.” Ugh… he’s not lying, but the worst part is I want to be like that girl in White Chicks who was rolling around in a wheelchair, but…

“I know, but please baby. I don’t want to sleep alone,” I tell him and he sighs, kissing my head.

“Okay little baby. What you want you get.”

“If that’s the case… then can I have ice cream?” I beam and he clutches his chest and pretends to die. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I laugh and he pouts.

“It’s all your fault, little baby. You do me bad when you smile like that,” he groans, kissing me.

“Th-then, I’ll stop.”

“Hell no. I can’t get enough, so don’t you dare.” He scoops me up like I’m nothing.

“Then give me my ice cream and I’ll give you all the smiles you want.” I wrap my arms around his neck and he nuzzles my nose.

“I’ll do you one better,” he smirks.

“And what’s that? You want to eat ice cream off my pussy?” I raise a brow and again, I think he’s going to jump right on the opportunity to eat me out, but instead, he shakes his head.

“I’m going to take you out for ice cream,” he beams proudly and I frown, raising my brow.

“Out? But why when there are four tubs of my favorite ice cream in the fridge over there? Why do we have to go out? Plus,” I pause to look at the clock on the wall. “It’s like ten o’clock at night.”

“So?” he questions as he packs me upstairs.

“So… why do we have to go out?”

“Because I want to be seen out with my baby,” he cuts his eyes at me, shutting me off, making me blush. Well hell, I’m not going to complain about my man wanting to show me off.

“F-fine,” I look away, hiding the big ass grin on my face as he packs me to our his and her’s closet, but it’s a crying shame that he’s got prettier clothes than I do, considering that all my clothes are jerseys, big tees, loose jeans, and sweats.

But I’m genuinely surprised when I see a new section on my side, stacked full of dressy clothes. He snatches off my baggy t-shirt and places a nice plush wool turtleneck sweater on me before taking off my sweats.

He places me on the blush pink ottoman, forcing me to lift each of my feet while he places some nice jeans that fit good as hell as well as some cozy socks and cute black boots that have a nice little kitten heel on them.

“Turn around, little baby,” he tells me, and I do as he tells me. He does my hair up in a cute little low ponytail that doesn’t cause added tension to my tender scalp.

“Are you going to put me on any makeup?” I ask, looking at all the supplies he’s got, and he shakes his head.

“I ordered your shades, but they aren’t here yet, so it’ll just be casual, besides,” he pauses and snatches off his pajama bottoms. I bite my lip and look away because I’m way too tempted to do what I said we couldn’t. I watch him type something out on his phone before he throws on a plain black tee, a gold necklace, some black ripped jeans, and black Tim’s before he ruffles his hair. “I’m not wearing any either.”

What?!

I don’t know why I’m so damn shocked. I’ve never seen Frank leave the house in anything other than in his cross-dressed self, so it’s almost surreal to see him take my hand and leave as his male self.

Not going to lie… as weird as it is, it feels so nice to be walking next to him like this. The way he has my hand in a firm grip so as not to let me slip away, and the way I feel so small, dainty, and cute by his side… it’s something I rarely get to experience as a tall girl.

When we get to his car, he, as per usual, helps me into my seat latches seatbelt, and I can’t help but be curious. However, as he drives out of the building, I get lost in the night lights of the city. It’s a part of the city I’ve never seen since I’m always holed up at home, but honestly… this is so beautiful.

Seeing the all the glittering lights makes me smile and think about Christmas. Even though Halloween just passed, I noticed most mother fuckers don’t give a damn about Thanksgiving and go straight to Christmas.

When I snap out of it, we pull up to a well-lit and colorful place that has a big ass ice cream cone on the top with a sign that read GG’s Delicious Deserts.

“Whoa… I’ve heard about this place on TikTok and Instagram!”

“Oh yeah?” He raises a brow with a smirk, getting out, coming around, and helping me out of the car before immediately taking my hand.

“Yeah! It’s got like three thousand five star rave reviews and,” I pause, groaning. “The line is always out the door…” I pout. “I guess we won’t be able to go then.”

“Hush, little baby,” he tells me as he takes my hand, walking to the door right past the long ass line on both sides, getting us a shit ton of looks from everyone. Ohhhhh, shit! He’s going to get us kicked out before we get in!

“Uhm baby, maybe sh?—”

“Did she just call him baby?” I hear a girl whisper near me, throwing me a stank look.

“Yeah…” the other girl whispers, but I don’t pay any attention to them and hold my man tighter because who the fuck are they? Just old somebodies that turned to jealous ass nobodies because of me. And they gon’ stay exactly where the fuck they are with my man not throwing not a nan glance.

“Lord Metchie, I wasn’t expecting you,” a tall and beautiful Asian man who looks like Jimin from BTS smiles at us before speaking covertly into a pin on his beautifully tailored suit. How is he surrounded by so many hot guys? And Lord Metchie? Damn, what kind of money do you have to have to be called that?

“I wasn’t expecting to come out, but my wife said she wanted ice cream and you know what they say, right?” He never gets tired of calling me that, huh? Hahaha, call me that some more! I try to keep the smile on my face from turning into a cartoon Grinch one, but it’s hard as hell when my man is boasting about me this much.

Most guys I’d date were always low key about us and always hard pressed about solidifying our relationships. That’s why they never lasted and I never gave them ass. Matt was the only person who was different and quickly let me know what he wanted from me, but we never went out, partially because I’m such a homebody, but he also never seem pressed to get me out the house.

Now that I think about it, he was probably cheating the whole time and just wanted an easy fuck. To think I almost gave in to him is a crying fucking shame. But you know what they say, don’t let your boyfriend keep you from your husband, sis.

“Happy wife, happy life,” the man smiles and Frank curls his lip with a frown.

“Who give a fuck about being happy? Happy wife happy sex life,” he corrects and the man, who bursts out laughing.

“You are indeed correct. Though I must say, it’s simply astonishing to see our youngest lord so enamored. You have never brought a young lady out before,” the guy states, shocking me. What? He’s never brought a girl out?

“Well that’s because I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” he beams behind me and my heart plays patty cake with my lungs. Ahhhh! I’m his first girlfriend? Seriously, when he said that, I thought he was lying, but to boldly proclaim that while holding me so securely makes me feel like twirling my hand around my braid while giggling.

“I see. Well, it is an honor to meet you, my dear,” the man bows politely.

“Y-you too,” I wave shyly, but Frank covers my eyes,

“She not your anything. I’m selfish when it comes to Jessica.” He pulls my face to look at him, kissing my lips, and I hear an audible gasp.

“He kissed her… has he ever kissed you?!”

“No! Never!”

The voices in the background grow loud, but Frank ass acts like he don’t hear a mother fucking thing and that’s my type of nigga. Spare these hoes not one look. Invisible ass bitches.

“My apologize, Lord Metchie. I overstepped. Regardless, it’s nice to see you’ve settled down. Please, I will not keep you waiting, so please enter. I have already informed the owner of your arrival,” he says as he steps aside, letting us in.

“Baby, this is an ice cream parlor, right?” I frown and he nods.

“Yup.”

“So why is there a bouncer at the door?” I grimace.

“That’s because if there’s no one guarding the door, people will fight and bombard the counter,” he lets me know over his shoulder and I don’t know if I should be impressed or scared.

“Damn, is that guy going to be able to handle it if them people riot because we skipped the line?” I ask, genuinely worried.

“He’ll be able to do his job, so stop worrying about another man and focus on me.” He pulls me close as we go to a table on a deck that says “reserved.”

He never fails to amaze me with how much he goes out of his way to make me feel special. The deck is heated, yet not overly warm where the ice cream could melt quickly. The lone table in the middle of the floor overlooks a stunning pond with large shimmery koi fish and is decorated with a note that reads:

We at GG’s Welcome Jessica Hurts Number One Footballer

“It’s perfect… but how?” I turn to him and he smiles, cupping my chin, bringing my lips to his in a sweet kiss that I didn’t think Frank’s horny ass was capable of.

“I’m capable of anything when it comes to you, baby.”

He places his hand on my lower back and leads me to the table where he pulls out the chair for me and I can’t believe just how well-mannered he’s being. I’m in awe of him right now… he never ceases to amaze.

“Hello,” I hear and turn to see one of the guys who came to the mall to pick us up the day Frank fell sick.

“Oh! Aren’t you Gannon?! You’re Franks brother, huh!?’ I smile.

“You’d be correct, little sis. It’s nice to meet you again,” he winks and I flush, happy that he remembered me and called me his little sis. That mean’s Frank’s been talking about me, huh?

“That will be enough. Leave, ” Frank growls, and I feel like clapping happily. Yassss God! We love a jealous king.

“I was going to, I was going to,” he repeats as he waves Frank away. “I only wanted to bring you something on the house,” he snaps his fingers and a woman comes forward in a nice uniform, holding a tray with a massive bowl of ice cream. When she sets it down between us, I damn near salivate.

“Thank you. Now goodbye,” Frank grits out.

“Fine, fine, I’m going, I’m going. But on another note little sis, I made this custom based on my brother’s painfully detailed instructions regarding what your liking is. I hope you enjoy,” Gannon waves as he leaves, and I turn to Frank with sparkling eyes.

“OH EM GEEE! Baby! All of this for me?!” I beam happily and he sighs and looks away, tapping his chest.

“Du er ikke god for mit hjerte, lille baby. (You are not good for my heart, little baby.)

“What did you say?” I tilt my head, wanting to ask him to speak like that again, but maybe not now. Next week I have an off week so I want him to go crazy then! I’ll invite him to my game and I’ll watch him cheer for me in the stands then sneak him into my room, and after that… whew… we will have a time. I just need to find the time to ask him

“I said you are not good for my heart, little baby.”

“Same, baby. You are the best.”

“I’m whatever you need and want me to be.”

“Stop teasing,” I roll my eyes, happily chuckling. “But on another note, I can’t believe your freaking brother owns this place!” I gasp excitedly, feeling like a kid in a candy store… well, I am in a candy store, but no guy has taken me to get ice cream before on a date. Usually they take me to like, a gaming arcade or we go play basketball. One dude even took me fucking hiking. I like athletic activities, but not on a fucking first date!

I know I’m a tomboy, but damn, can a bitch get out of her element for once? But no, they didn’t even want to try to figure out what I really wanted to do. They just assumed that I was a nice cheap date. To be fair, I was. I didn’t mind the lack of money, but the lack of care? Nah.

But an ice cream parlor… I know it’s stupid as fuck, but I’m melting right now. He not only went above and beyond, but he didn’t assume that I wouldn’t like something this girly. Frank is the only guy that has treated me like the not only a real girlfriend but a princess . No… like HIS PRINCESS.

Damn, he’s the one not good for my heart.

“It didn’t matter who owned this place. I was going to get us in and give you what you want.”

“Thank you, baby,” I chew my lip, completely overcome with want, desire, and need for him.

“No thanks needed, little baby. I’m just glad you liked it.”

“I do baby… I like it… no, I love it so much,” I admit and feel my heart thump. Love…

“You deserve this and more Jessica,” he smirks, taking up a spoon and scooping some ice cream, holding it up to my mouth and I lick it up, humming.

“Mmm!!!! The banana pudding ice cream is perfect! It’s the best I’ve ever had in my life! Damn, no wonder people are beating the door down I can only imagine this shit being better than crack!” Crack? Is that you?!

Frank scoops some more, holding it out to me, and I gobble it like Homer Simpson eating his damn donuts. But when I sink my teeth into the crumbled Bischoff cookies mixed in, a bitch about cums from the taste. Now I see what them mother fuckers on Food Wars were on about !

“Oh ughnnn my God b-ba-ugnn baby…” I pant, eyes rolling to the back of my head. “I think your b-brother is a damn genius!” I moan, shivering, getting wet and he chuckles.

Imagine a scoop of ice cream that tastes like getting your pussy ate in a yacht paid for by him. The banana pudding and vanilla are a symphony of textures and tastes! It’s creamy, yet subtly sweet and perfectly smooth. Swirled throughout are ribbons of sweet, ripe banana puree, and crunchy cookies that make ya pussy throb, adding a burst of fruity sweetness with each bite.

And to top it off like you top him off, there is a generous drizzle of sweet, creamy vanilla sauce, mimicking the luscious custard layer in a traditional banana pudding.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm! Ughhhh my God! This is Heaven!” I moan, nodding as he scoops another mouthful and I lick it up hungrily.

“Everyone who eats that idiot’s food falls head over heels like this… I guess you’re not immune. Should I make him our personal chef?”

“Would he really do that?! He seems so busy?!” I take up a macaron, munching happily.

“He’ll do what I tell him to do or…”

“Don’t be mean to your brothers,” I raise a brow, still munching and he frowns before a slow smirk forms on his lips.

“I hate it, Jessica.” He drops the spoon and my eyes go to the ice cream, but he grasps my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Y-you hate what?”

“You thinking about others that aren’t not me,” he spits seriously, but with an innocent smile that makes me shudder.

“E-eve your bro—” He reaches over, taking my lips in a scolding hot kiss that literally has the ice cream melting next to us, before he pulls back, grasping my throat.

“Man, woman, or child… animal, bug, amphibian, poriferan, a fucking bacteria… if it’s up here…” he taps my head. “I hate it.”

“F-football?” I pout, looking down, and he kisses me again.

“I abhor it… but for you, I do my best.” That is not romantic! It’s toxic… it’s trash it’s ick… so why do I want to spread my legs and tell him to take me? Call me Jeezy cause I love it!

“Th-thank you, baby. It’s so sweet that you care about me that much,” I tell him as I lean over the table, pecking his lips, making him blush…. whhhhaaattt! Frank is blushing?!