Chapter 13
I lay in the tiny single bed at the fire station, staring at the dark ceiling.
It was the same thing I’d been doing for the last hour, even though I should have been sleeping.
Monday nights were notoriously slow for our station, like it was the world’s way of giving us all a break after a chaotic weekend.
I was the lieutenant on staff for the shift, which meant I got the single room, avoiding the common bunkhouse, but part of me actually wished for the familiar noise and awful smells of that compared to the solitude.
With nothing around distracting me, I couldn’t help but think of Frankie.
Of our perfect night together on Saturday. Of how right it had felt to share her with Travis. Of how much I fucking missed her since then.
She had her kids, and Travis had work, and now it was my turn to work, and it all just felt—meaningless somehow.
Nothing else mattered but her.
And in turn, Trav. God, I was fucked in my head over the whole thing.
I was flat on my back in the dark, one arm under my head and the other still curled around my phone. I’d just finished reading Frankie’s goodnight text for the fifth time when it lit up again.
Incoming Call: Frankie <3
I didn’t hesitate. “Hey,” I answered, voice low.
There was silence on the other end for a beat, then a breath. And something in me tightened.
“Are you okay?” I asked, sitting up slightly.
“Yeah,” She whispered. “I just—missed your voice.”
Fuck.
That did something to me I wasn’t ready for.
“Yeah?” I murmured, stretching my legs out slowly. “Were you thinking about me?”
She exhaled, quiet and shaky, and my body tingled from the noise. “Mmh.”
I smiled into the dark. “What do you need, baby?” My voice was thick, and I hoped she could hear what she did to me. “Tell me what you need.”
“You.” She whispered. “Trav.” Followed by a groan. “I’m just being a whiny girl, ignore me.”
I chuckled and relaxed into her honesty. “What are you wearing?”
Another pause, but I could hear the rustle of fabric on the line.
“A tank top.” She replied.
“What else?” I asked, licking my lips as I imagined her in bed,
“Nothing else.”
I groaned softly, rubbing a hand over my chest. “Frankie.” Even I could hear the need in my voice as I called her name. “I have half of my shift left.”
“I’m sorry.” She chuckled, “I couldn’t sleep,” She whispered, “I don’t normally have that problem thanks to exhaustion, but tonight, I just kept thinking about you.”
“What part of me?” I urged, seeing how far she’d take it.
Her shaky breath echoed through the line, “Your mouth.” She replied honestly, “The way you looked at me after—”
“After what, Black Cat?” I challenged.
“After you tasted me on that exam table the first time.” She moaned, “And then again sometime in the middle of the night in your bed.”
I groaned, remembering how she tasted with both of our scents on her body. I’d woken up, hungry for more, and couldn’t resist. “You mean after we made you come so hard you forgot your own name?”
A small, breathy laugh escaped her, “Yeah. That.”
“Are you touching yourself right now?”
Silence echoed back, then— “Yes.”
Christ.
I swallowed hard, my cock hardening against the waistband of my shorts. I knew there would be no stopping it, so I didn’t even try as I reached down to adjust it, stroking myself slowly.
“Talk to me,” I rasped, “Tell me how.”
Her voice was almost silent as she whispered, “Fingers. Just two. I’m already so wet.”
“Of course you are,” I said, closing my eyes and dragging my hand up my cock. “You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She moaned.
“Lay back, Frankie. Open your legs real wide for me.” A sharp inhale echoed from her lips, and I could hear the rustling of fabric again as she shifted, doing what I told her to. “Now circle those pretty fingers just how you like. Slow. Draw it out.”
“Are you—” She shuddered, “Are you alone?”
“Completely,” I replied, and moaned as I pulled my cock free. “Except for you and your phone-sex voice.”
She chuckled, “Touch yourself with me.”
“Already am, baby.” I assured her. “I’m rock hard and ready, I just wish you were here.”
“What would you do to me if I was?” She asked, and I loved the sexual goddess she was for me.
“I’d get you on my lap, taking my cock nice and deep, and then I’d lay back and watch you ride me.
” I licked my lips and stroked the head of my cock in a tight fist. “I’d watch your perfect tits sway with each thrust and then I’d hold your hips and fuck you, making you take every inch of me.
” I groaned, arousing myself more than I needed to as I imagined it.
“That’s my biggest regret from the other night, I never got you on top of me. ”
“Next time.” She panted, “Promise?”
“Oh, I promise,” I replied, “But only if you promise to let Travis take your mouth at the same time.”
“Fuck,” She moaned, breathy and desperate. “Elliot.”
“I miss the way you moaned my name when I was between those pretty thighs, Frankie. I need to hear it again.”
“Oh God,” She cried.
“I’m not there, baby, so you’ve got to make this last, don’t rush it. Wait for me.”
“I—I can’t,” She whimpered.
“You can. You want to come for me, right? Just like you did in my bed.”
“Please,” She moaned, spurring my own orgasm closer. I fucking loved when she begged.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” I stroked faster. “Beg me.”
“Please, baby,” She gasped, and I could hear the slick sound of her fingers when she whimpered my name like it physically hurt to hold back.
“Don’t stop, then. You need this, right? You deserve to feel worshiped, even if it’s just my voice in your ear. Even though I’d kill to be in your bed right now.”
She gasped, broken and breathless now, unable to respond with words. But I didn’t need them, I knew where she was.
“That’s it,” I said, voice dark with heat and need to match hers. “You’re doing so good. You’re so fucking perfect for me. I want you to come with me, Frankie. Right now, I’m going to come too.”
She came with a sob, stifled, but I still heard her cries, wrecked and shaky through the speaker. And it was the most beautiful fucking sound I’d ever heard.
I shot off, covering my abs with come as I moaned her name, blinded with pure ecstasy as she kept calling mine.
And then there was only our breathing, blanketed with silence. Her breathing slowed, so did mine. I stayed exactly where I was, heart racing hard and aching.
“Eli?” She whispered after a while.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I wish you were here.”
God, me too.
“Soon,” I promised, staring at the ceiling like it held the answer. “As soon as I can. I want to wake up next to you.”
“Me too.” She whispered.
“Call Trav.” I said, feeling the need to push her into his arms, since mine weren’t available. “Let him take care of you.”
“No,” She whispered, “Not without you. Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s new.” She answered, and I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. “And I don’t want to make either of you jealous or worry or anything like that.”
I chuckled, “What do you think he’s going to feel when I rub it in that I made you come on the phone when he was alone in his bed right down the road, baby girl?”
She sighed, and I could hear the smile, “Don’t worry about that, I already have plans to keep things even.”
“Oh, do you?” I laughed, “Tell me more of your plans.”
“Well, you see I was thinking of stopping by to see him in the morning after I dropped the kids off at school,” She started with that silly tone to her voice she only let free every once in a while, “He’s working on a job in the middle of nowhere—very secluded atmosphere.”
“With about twenty men working around him.” I pointed it out, and she chuckled.
“I don’t know what you think I plan to do with my visit there, Sir. I just wanted to stop by and tease him as I told him about this call.”
“Or you could let him make you feel good. Play a game with him, and try not to get caught.”
“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly.
“Do me a favor, Frankie.” I said as my eyelids finally started to get heavy.
“Name it.”
“Blow his fucking mind,” I smiled to myself, letting my eyes close. “And maybe send me a picture or two while you’re at it.”
She chuckled sleepily and sighed gently. “You got it, Sunshine.”