Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“A compromise.” A teasing smile stretched across my face. I drew my hands lower, raking my nails over his abs through his thin shirt before I hooked my fingers around the loops in his jeans. “Since you said we never listen to you.”
“I’m listening.”
“How about this? You get your head out of your ass and use it for more important things.”
Frankie choked on a laugh. “You’re saying River is one of those important things? Give me a fucking break.”
“Well, if you’re offering, I wouldn’t say no to the both of you working together.” I let my innuendo hang. When Frankie didn’t bite—or even refute—I giggled. “Come on. One tryout.”
“And when one tryout leads to one contract, what then?”
“Then we join the Circuit and kick everyone’s ass. Simple enough plan.” I circled my legs around Frankie’s waist and pulled him flush against me. We both moaned at the contact.
“Somehow our plans always get derailed.” Frankie pushed me back onto the desk, and I fell back on my elbows with a gasp. He trailed his strong hands all over my chest, squeezing at my tits until I was arching into him. “Usually happens like this, too.”
“We can always stop.”
Frankie grunted. Clearly, he wasn’t a fan of that proposal, but neither was I. As much as I loved having Bones and Lotto with us, Frankie and I were something different. Something special. We loved each other in our own way—usually with a little more biting, clawing, and makeup sex involved. But I certainly wasn’t going to complain about any way I could get Frankie’s hands on me again.
“Then let me make you a compromise.” Frankie lowered himself until his lips brushed my ear, his tone dropping with him. “One orgasm per tryout. How many do you think you can get before Lotto and Bones come knocking?”
My entire body flushed with heat. My answer was pressing him flush against me and tugging him into a kiss. Our mouths moved with the same intensity as the burning in our bodies. He pried my lips open with his tongue and forced his way in, twirling his tongue around mine until I whimpered into his mouth.
I tugged at his shirt to get it off. He only broke our kiss to throw it somewhere before diving in again. By the time he pulled away, my lips felt swollen, a small bit of saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth.
Frankie tugged at my pants as he marked up my neck. Every sharp bite made me gasp; each flick of his tongue made me shiver. My neck became a canvas of evidence for his love—or his possession. I sure as hell didn’t mind either. My pants joined his shirt elsewhere. My bra and shirt joined the pile not even seconds later.
“Seeing you laid out for me never gets old.” Frankie’s smirk matched the darkness swirling in his eyes. “Maybe I should tattoo those hickies on you. Really mark my territory.”
“Only if I get to return the favor.” I reached out to dig my nails into his sides, pulling him back into me. “You’ll look really good with scratch mark tattoos all over your back and chest. Would fit your others.”
“Why get a tattoo when you can make them yourself?”
I leaned further back, splaying myself out for him. Frankie drank me in like I was a special prize. When I shifted my hips to flash more of my covered pussy, he inhaled slightly.
“I’ll ask you the same question,” I murmured as I dragged my fingers up his abs, tracing the muscled lines on his skin. “You have such a pretty canvas to play with. Why not make it your own?”
Frankie practically purred as he dove into me. Every single area he could mark with bites, he did. My throat, my shoulders, my chest—everywhere had a small piece of Frankie as he moved down my body. I threaded my fingers into his hair as he played with my nipples. He tugged, sucked, and licked until I was arching into his mouth and pushing him closer for more. Goosebumps rose on my flesh when he dragged his fingers along the crotch of my panties. I was already soaking wet for him, and he’d barely even touched me. Then again, Frankie clearly felt the same way, his hard cock pressed up against my inner thigh as he moved down.
My panties came off easily. Frankie took a moment to ogle my naked, marked-up body, his lips curling in satisfaction. With a harsh tug, he jerked me down to the edge of the desk and bent between my open legs. His growl vibrated throughout me as he dove into my pulsing cunt.
He was rough and quick from the start, circling his tongue around my aching clit in a way that ripped a moan from my parted lips. His fingers dug into my thighs so hard, no doubt leaving red fingerprints on my flesh. I ground my hips into his mouth as he worked me, practically humping his face. My body was on fire, and I couldn’t get enough.