CHAPTER NINETEEN
As I’m finishing evening chores, a furious cyclone whips into the barn. My smirk is ready to greet Frankie before I even turn around. A pair of green blades are narrowed and raised to strike me down where I stand.
I cross my arms, preparing for battle. “We need to quit meeting like this.”
“You,” she bellows while storming toward me.
My lips press in a firm line to contain my sheer glee. It’s been the better part of a decade since I’ve felt this kind of thrill. “Something the matter?”
“Don’t act innocent. What you did is irredeemable.”
“Really? Wow. Thanks, little menace.”
Frankie jerks to a halt within inches of crashing into me. Steam is practically rising from her fiery stance. “That wasn’t a compliment!”
“No? Could’ve fooled me coming in all hot and bothered. You’re much more flustered than when I had you tossed in the back of a squad car.”
She looks seconds away from throttling me. “I hate you so much.”
“Don’t lie to yourself.”
Hostility drips off her, but all I smell is guilty pleasure. “I’m so mad I could stab you.”
My wince is exaggerated. “Please don’t.”
She pokes my chest with a pointy talon. “You deserve far worse.”
“What’d I do?” But the jovial notes in my tone reveal foul play.
“Does the entire county think I’m off-limits?”
I scratch at my stubble while pretending to consider the distance. “Word travels fast ‘round these parts.”
“We went to six different bars. The response was always the same.”
“Good to know that threats of bodily harm and lost wages still get the message across.”
Her hands clench into dangerous fists. “You’re a dick.”
The latest insult gives me pause. She’s taken the lead whenever the moment gets heated and lines are blurred. It’s my turn to see how far we can push the limit.
I glance down at the rigid length bulging from the front of my jeans, done fighting the inevitable. “Would you like to get reacquainted?”
“Are you being serious right now?” she sputters.
My nod is genuine. “Might ease this unresolved tension.”
“What happened to not sleeping together?”
Logic smacked me upside the head. I’ve deprived myself long enough. Our tension won’t quit until we fuck it out of our systems. We owe it to ourselves at this point.
“There won’t be any sleeping involved. At least not until you’re thoroughly fucked and filled to the brim with my cum.”
Frankie drops her jaw with an audible whoosh. Desire replaces the fury in her haze while a flush stains her flawless complexion. I might’ve just shocked her into silence. My cock twitches in victory.
While she’s at a loss for words, I shamelessly gorge on the temptation her outfit serves. She’s wearing black leggings that stick to her body like a bad habit. Her low-cut sweater is just as seductive.
I’ve controlled my urges without issue for years, but then Francesca Keller entered the scene. She makes me ache and yearn in ways I forgot existed. There’s no chance in hell I’m walking away from her unscathed.
My heart pulses to the feverish beat of my lust. “Fair warning. I don’t share.”
She finds her voice. “Good for you?”
“You’re mine, menace.”
Frankie tips her head back and cackles. When her gaze sears into mine again, there are sparks sizzling from those emerald depths. “I’m not a possession you can claim, stud.”
My smirk spreads into a full grin. “Tell that to the men you tried to use after I denied you.”
Her expression crashes into a scowl. “Are you trying to make this exclusive?”
“Yes.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Keep flingin’ those insults at me and my inflated ego won’t fit out the barn door.”
“That’d be a real shame, gramps.”
My chuckle applauds her antics. “I’ve been called worse.”
She taps her lips. “Such as cockblocker? There’s plenty of me to go around.”
The noise I spew is one of finality. “If you need to fuck, you fuck me. There’s no other option.”
“Nice try, but you’re not trapping me in monogamy. You had your chance and blew it. Premature ejaculation suits you well.” Frankie takes several steps back.
I immediately move to follow her. “Where are you going?”
“To bed. Alone.” She fakes a yawn. “I’m tired of this conversation.”
Frankie whirls on her towering stilettos and prepares to flee again. My humor bleeds out, allowing irrational impulses to consume me. I rope an arm around her waist and haul her against me. The shock factor is on my side, locking her limbs for several seconds.
“Not this time,” I murmur close to her ear.
“You can’t tell me what to do.”
I lock my wrists across her stomach. “We’ve been over this. You’re mine.”
She thrashes in my hold that’s loose enough for her to escape if she wishes. “I belong to no one.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve got you in my town, under my roof, where I can monitor your every move. When you talk to someone, I hear about it. Try to run and I’ll find you. Nothing gets past me.”
A full-body shiver ripples through her. “Fuck.”
“Mhmm,” I inhale the sweet scent of her surrender. “You like the sound of that.”
“Do not,” she fires in response, but her resistance is melting.
I widen my stance to support her slouching weight. One of my hands drifts to clutch her hip. The other takes a more intimate path.
Frankie’s gasp echoes to the beams above as my palm flattens and travels down the valley of her torso. “What’re you doing?”
My hand cups the heat between her thighs.
“This pussy is mine.” I grind into her from behind.
“This ass? Mine.” My cheek presses into hers, our lips almost touching.
“Your bratty mouth is mine, along with that forked tongue you constantly lash at me. I’ll even claim your stubborn streak.
The fierce determination to contradict everything I say. All mine.”
“You’re still fooling yourself.”
“How do you figure? As I recall, you’re the one who suggested extra benefits. This is me accepting. You’re right where I want you. The faster you surrender, the easier this will be.”
Frankie’s purr is a siren song to my neglected needs. “Do your worst, stud.”
I bundle the crotch of her flimsy pants in a fist and yank. The material rips like tissue paper. Another tug shreds her sorry excuse for underwear, exposing her from clit to crack. Frankie expels a dreamy sigh at my show of strength.
A quick swipe along her center confirms what I already assumed. “Soaked for me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Unzip my jeans,” I instruct.
Eyes hooded with lust find mine over her shoulder. “So bossy.”
My nose traces a path to her ear and I smirk when she trembles. “Get my dick out. Now.”
Without turning, her fingers find my belt and get to work.
Cool air caresses my arousal as she releases me from the confines.
She wraps a hand around my shaft, stroking from root to tip.
A bead of precum applauds her method and she smears the moisture around with her thumb.
Her lashes flutter shut while a smile curves her sinful lips.
“Rock solid for me,” she breathes.
My dick jerks in her grasp, eager for more. Heat tingles along my spine in a familiar sensation. If she keeps jacking me off, this will be over before it begins.
I move us to the right and guide her hands to the bars on the stall door. “Hold on.”
Frankie obeys with surprising speed. My belt buckle jangles as I situate myself behind her. A blinding urgency thrums through my veins, stealing all semblance of common sense. Her skin blazes against mine when I erase the last inch of space. But realization strikes at the last second.
“I don’t have a condom.”
Frankie presses against me in open invitation. “Don’t need one unless you have something that hasn’t cleared up after all these years.”
I give her bare ass a gentle swat. “Brat.”
Her laugh is meant to ridicule me, but I like hearing the carefree sound from her. “Gonna have to try harder than that to make me behave.”
And I’ll do so with pleasure.
I kick her heels apart, spreading her legs wide for me.
My grip on her waist pulls her back until she’s positioned at the optimal angle.
Her slick arousal lubes my cock as I coast along her slit.
When I repeat the motion, my dick nudges her entrance.
That’s all the warning she gets. I fill her pussy to capacity with a single, punishing thrust.
“Savage,” she hisses.
“I’m your savage,” I manage to croak from my strained vocal cords.
Her hips wiggle against my brutal onslaught. The squeeze from her inner muscles borders on uncomfortable. There’s a pinch of pain when she flexes around me. I remain still for a moment, allowing us to gather our bearings.
She’s a vise clamping me, cinched tight as if barely broken in. But that can’t be right. Ten years might separate us, but her bold assertiveness suggests plenty of experience.
My cock throbs, demanding movement. I withdraw an inch and immediately get sucked back in. It’s a snug fit.
“How long has it been for you?”
She huffs. “None of your business.”
My hands massage her lower back and hips to relax the strain. “Do I need to be gentle?”
“Only if you want me to fall asleep.”
“Such a little shit.” My flattened palm gives her another spank, harder this time.
Her shrug is unfazed. “You asked.”
That insufferable attitude is in desperate need of adjustment.
I pull out and quickly plunge forward, jostling her prideful stance.
My grip on her ass clutches harder, sure to bruise.
She lets a low moan slip free. That spurs me faster.
But after no more than three strokes, the error in my madness speaks up.
I refuse to come before her, staving off the pressure with thoughts of spreadsheets and unanswered emails. But then Frankie clenches herself around me with purpose. My vision blurs into hues of pleasure.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan.
It’s been entirely too long since I’ve been buried in a wet pussy.
That knowledge sparkles in her gemstone eyes. “Not gonna last, big boy?”
I grit my teeth. Right then and there, I make it my mission to have her screaming my name before I erupt.