CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Over the next two weeks, we develop somewhat of a balanced routine.
Frankie dotes on my daughter and refines her skills as a nanny.
I work around the clock while pretending not to track the redhead wherever she goes.
After dark, we meet somewhere in the middle to fuck.
If I catch her in a generous mood, she’ll ride my face until the sun is set to rise.
That’s how I’m hoping to find her tonight.
There’s a light on in the den, luring me down the stairs. Frankie is sprawled on the couch in front of the television. On the screen, a commercial advertises a quick fix for erectile disfunction. I almost snort. That’ll never be an issue with this woman living in my house.
She hasn’t noticed my intrusion, which allows me to watch her. The gleam of polished metal stabs at my retinas when she holds up a knife as if inspecting it. After approving the spotless shine, she moves to the next one. Her seamless process buffs six more before I announce myself.
“That’s quite a collection, little menace.”
Frankie startles at the sound of my voice, jolting in place as if electrocuted. “Holy shit!”
I should’ve considered the fact that she has a dozen blades within reach before sneaking up on her.
But to my surprise, she doesn’t launch an attack.
Rather than worry about the unsheathed weapons, she lunges for the remote and punches the power button in rapid succession.
Once that’s done, she whips around to serve me her wrath.
“Do you want me to hurt you?”
“Kinky,” I rasp. “Are we talking about just pain or is pleasure included?”
Her scowl deepens and she slices a blade through the space between us. “I could’ve chopped your balls off.”
“That’d be a shame for both of us.”
“There are many dicks in the sea, stud.”
My sigh is exaggerated. “You know just what to say to make a man feel special.”
Frankie drifts her thumb along the lethal points of a serrated blade. “It’s a gift.”
I take a meaningful glance across her impressive arsenal. “And here I thought we were getting somewhere.”
“We were until you crept in behind me like a stalker.”
“Got something to hide?”
The truth widens her eyes before she can smother the reaction. “Just a few dead bodies. Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“What were you watching?” I didn’t notice what show came on after the ads.
“Nothing,” she blurts.
“A true crime documentary giving advice on how to get away with murder?”
She scoffs and flips a section of red hair over her shoulder. “As if I need any pointers.”
Which is freakishly accurate. I should probably leave her to it and back away slowly. Instead, my curiosity spurs me forward.
I round the end of the sofa at a normal pace to avoid suspicion. “Plotting my demise?”
Frankie calculates my every step like a sniper with her finger on the trigger. “Unless you’ve got a better idea.”
“This oughta do it.” A single tap to my phone turns on the television.
“Nooooooooo!” Her screech might wake the neighbors miles down the road. The ear-splitting racket rattles the windows as she lunges for the remote again, but it’s too late.
“Perfect Match,” I read the logo in the corner of the screen.
“It’s not what it looks like.” Frankie’s usually fair complexion resembles a stop sign, but I’m not obeying the law.
“Hot damn,” I hoot. Dry laughter is shaking my entire frame. “You’re watching a cheesy dating show.”
She hides her face in the safety of her palms. “Paisley got me hooked. I know it’s bad for me, but I can’t stop. It’s gotten out of control.”
My giddy amusement is thoroughly entertained as a couple sits on a picturesque beach while feeding each other strawberries. “Wow, I didn’t expect this from you. I honestly thought you were watching porn.”
Her glare snaps to mine. “While cleaning my knives? What kind of sex fiend do you take me for?”
I scrub at my beard. “That’s a loaded question.”
“My imagination is stocked to the brim thanks to you.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Her eyes heat. “You should, big boy.”
An insistent pulse begins to twitch my dick and I spread my stance. “That still doesn’t explain the fluffy shit you’re watching. Thought you didn’t like that sort of thing?”
“Fine, make jokes. It’s hilarious and ridiculous. I have an unhealthy addiction to trashy reality shows. You’ve officially seen the worst of me.” It’s as if she’s admitting to a heinous crime.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself.” I try to roll my lips between my teeth to sober up, but it’s just too outrageous. “We’ve all got guilty pleasures.”
“Oh, really?” Her exhale isn’t impressed with my failed efforts. “What’s yours?”
“You.”
A pretty pink streaks across her cheekbones and she dips her chin. “Those added benefits are stacking up lately.”
“Won’t hear me complain.”
“Is that what you came for?”
“More or less,” I drawl. “Is a blowjob too much to ask for?”
Frankie glowers. “I’d think that request through if I were you. I have a tendency to bite.”
“Noted,” I chuckle. “There’s actually something I wanted to ask you.”
She flops back against the couch cushions and folds her arms across her chest. “This ought to be rich.”
“Ronnie got invited to a birthday party. It’s on Saturday when I have a large load of horses arriving at the auction barn. Would you be willing to bring her?”
Stunned green eyes blink at me. “Alone?”
I grip the nape of my neck. “There’s gonna be a lot of kids. It’s at one of those indoor playground deals. If you’re not up for that, I totally understand.”
It might be my imagination, but there are unshed tears glittering at me. “You trust me to take her there by myself?”
My feet get restless and I shuffle in place. “It’s about time. You’ve proven to be more than capable of caring for her. Besides, if anything happens, you’ll punish yourself worse than I ever could. Ronnie also knows to call me in case of an emergency.”
“Um, okay.” She slips off the sofa to kneel where I’m standing. Her deft fingers begin working on my belt buckle.
I freeze as lust quickly hardens my cock. “What’re you doing?”
“Gonna suck your dick,” she says while lowering my zipper.
“You don’t have to do this. I wasn’t serious about the blowjob.” Why I’m trying to dissuade her doesn’t make a lick of sense.
“Hush,” she purrs and wraps her hands around my shaft. “Don’t overthink it. I need to keep my mouth busy so I don’t say anything stupid.”
“Whatever you gotta do,” I croak as her tongue laps at the precum on my tip.
“Good boy.” Frankie seals her lips around me, sucking hard enough to drain every ounce of logic.
My eyes roll shut. “Fuck, that’s it.”
And she’s just getting started. While her fingers grip me at the base, she starts bobbing on my cock.
I stagger and my knees almost buckle. Without surrendering my dick, Frankie guides me to sit on the sofa.
My legs collapse when a deep throb pulses through me.
She’s a warm, wet dream playing in real time.
The sensations fondle me in an unforgiving grasp, but the curtain of red shrouds my visual.
I gather her hair in my fist. It gives me a clear shot at the action. Frankie hollows her cheeks and pushes lower. My tip nudges the back of her throat, signaling her to retreat slowly. An upward stroke from her hand follows. The extra stimulation spreads tingles through my balls.
Almost immediately, she’s sinking back down until meeting resistance. I’m not an average-sized man. There are a solid four or five inches that she hasn’t conquered. Frankie accepts the challenge, forcing more of my length in her throat. Dark spots speckle my vision when she swallows.
A whimper trips out of me. It’s such a pitiful noise. This woman has reduced me to a simpering fool again. Only she has this power over me.
Her moan jerks my hips off the cushion. Another inch slips inside and the pressure triples.
My molars clack when I clench against the force.
It’s too soon. Frankie isn’t done, wedging the last of me beyond her gag reflex.
I’m breathing heavily to match her labored exhales. This is a first and it compels me.
“Damn, menace.” Awe tinges my voice as I cradle her stretched jaw. My touch is a gentle praise. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
While adjusting to the deep-throat intrusion, she blindly grabs my wrist and flattens my palm against the front of her neck.
There’s an unmistakable bulge underneath.
I gulp at the implied fullness. Before I can spew more compliments, Frankie hums loudly.
It sends vibrations through my entire pelvic region.
I’m thrusting before recognition can slap me.
Tremors seize my muscles and jerk me to release.
Frankie doesn’t falter, taking the spurts in stride.
White streaks blind me while relief pours in.
I submit to the pleasure, getting swept away in a ripple of heat.
It goes on for long enough that I lose feeling in my limbs.
Awareness seeps in when Frankie pops off my cock. “Dammit, I didn’t get to warn you.”
Her watery eyes narrow. “Not a quitter, stud. Don’t insult me.”
I chuckle, but it’s mostly a wheeze. “My mistake.”
As I give myself permission to bask in the afterglow, Frankie sits back on her heels.
She wipes at the corner of her puffy lips and rises to park her fine ass next to me.
After snagging the remote, she rewinds the show and resumes cleaning her knives.
This seductress is completely unbothered while I’m caught in a daze with my dick still hanging out.
“Gonna make it?” Her attention doesn’t waver from the blade in her grip.
By some miracle, I manage to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. “Not sure what I did to deserve that.”
Frankie is quiet for a moment that’s thick with inner conflict. “Beats me. Maybe we’ll figure it out together someday.”