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)
Frankie cursed and pulled himself from me with one jerk. My annoyed grunt morphed into a whimper as soon as he thumbed my clit. My head swam with pleasure. Too lost in the trembling of my sweaty body, I barely felt him push into my ass. My eyes flew open when he bucked into me, filling my ass to the brim.
“You better hang on, baby.” He grunted.
“As if I haven’t been?” I teased and wiggled my hips. “Fill me up.”
My words spurred him on, and the slaps of our hips rang in the room. The desk shook under his forceful pace, while he worked my clit with his thumb as he made a mess of my ass. It was hard to breathe, let alone think. My head fell back against the desk as toe-curling heat unfurled from my cunt and threatened to swallow me. I pulled Frankie even closer with my legs, his name slipping from my lips as easily as water.
Frankie had me bent in half, holding onto my thighs to push me even higher. My pussy throbbed with need for release. The pulse of my aching clit grew and grew until I could only gasp for more.
“Fuck, Ari,” Frankie growled, and it was my undoing.
I came with a loud shout, digging my nails into his wrists so hard, I drew blood. I clung to him as heat consumed me. My body arched and shuddered into him, hips humping against his to ride out my pleasure. With a few more strokes, Frankie’s hot cum filled my ass. He rocked into me a few more times before he stilled, his face contorted in blissful pleasure.
I loved seeing him like this. Fucked out all because of me. There was nothing better.
Except maybe a win at Heathens Hollow. But I’d keep that one to myself.
When he popped open an eye, his pupils were still blown with lust. “How’s your back?”
“My back?” The question made me laugh out loud. “Not going to ask about my pussy? Or my ass? But my back?”
“The desk isn’t very comfortable.”
“And how do you know that?”
My sly question made him roll his eyes. “This is what I get for trying to be nice.”
“Then knock that off. I don’t think you have a nice bone in your body.”
“I have at least one nice bone that made you come twice.” He snapped his hips into mine, and I grunted. “Unless you want me to get rid of it?”
“Don’t even think about it.” I lowered my legs from his shoulders but kept them pressed close to his sides. “And don’t get any weird ideas about next time.”
“Next time, huh?”
The shrill notification of a text from my phone cut into our bliss. Lotto’s name flashed on screen, and I reached to grab it, squeezing hard to keep Frankie’s dick from slipping out from my ass. His rough hands wandered, palming my tits as I read through Lotto’s message.
“He’s on the way back,” I told Frankie. When he tugged at my nipples, I set the phone aside and lifted a brow. “Says to call a meeting.”
“Another fucking meeting.” He grunted, swiveling his hips into me. I sucked in a breath when his dick twitched. “I already agreed to have River tryout—”
“Two tryouts, technically.” My lips slid into a smirk.
Frankie leaned closer, hands and breath hot as they ghosted over my body. “Wanna make it three?”
Chapter
Three
FRANKIE
“You’re not going to like what I have to say.” Lotto jiggled his cup of coffee as he leaned over the ropes of the ring.
I fiddled with the protective gloves on my hands. We were already late to start training as it was. Teo was late dropping off his damn kid, and Lotto arrived just as he went to the back to suit up. Bones, who stood beside me and was already sweaty from his jump rope warmup, frowned.
“Do we ever?”
“Ask me that later, if you’re serious.” Lotto winked at Bones and turned to Ari, who stood next to him. “Offer’s legit. The Circuit is coming back.”
She raised an eyebrow. Her cheeks still held a little flush for our private type of practice not even half an hour ago. “Why wouldn’t we like that?”
“Troy’s pissed. The Circuit is poaching the top fighters in the Seattle area, and he’s losing possibilities for Heathens Hollow. River included.”
Man, I was already tired of hearing that fucker’s name. His bright blue eyes and sexy smirk flashed to the fore. I fiddled with my gloves to force away his vision.
“So, what, you’re saying if we try to go legit, we’re on Troy’s shitlist?” I asked.
“We’re already on his shitlist.” Bones snorted.
Ari nodded. “He’s not offering a contract out of the kindness of his heart.”
“He sure isn’t,” Lotto agreed, “and he’s only bound to get more desperate because River has plenty of suitors who aren’t us.”