Griff is close to finding Frank. Soon, revenge will be mine. I’m in shock that Griff got a hit on Frank. I was beginning to believe Frankie when she said her old man wouldn’t materialize no matter what we threatened him with.

But it was hard to focus on revenge after that shit-storm on the couch and the text from Griff. I find myself needing a release like a snake bite victim needs anti-venom. I’m dying, or I’m already dead, because visions of Frankie gyrating her hot pussy up and down my lap are all I can see. Even hard physical labor of replacing Zelda’s fence posts didn’t tire me out enough to stop my imagination from running wild with what could’ve happened. What I’d wanted to happen.

What Frankie wanted to happen.

After taking Frankie back from Zelda’s, I spend half of the night in the same bed with her trying to pretend this thing between us isn’t a thing. It’s better that way. I promised I’d deliver her to Griff. That was the deal. I can’t go back on my word when Griff was the one who gave me the Frank Helburn lead to begin with.

Frankie’s asleep. Her warm body just inches from mine. The covers slip, and I’m staring at a perfect pink nipple on a made-for-my-mouth pale creamy tit.

I’m rock fucking hard. I salivate, imagining my tongue lapping against her nipple. Sucking it. Making her moan as it peaks in my mouth. Imagining her wet and ready for me to take her any fucking way I goddamned please.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I’m a grown fucking man, and I’m drooling.

I have needs. I’m a man. That’s all this shit is.

I slip out of bed and make sure the cuff tethering her to the bed is tight. I leave the house, get on my bike, and head over to a local dive bar. Within minutes, I find a busty and willing redhead who I take back to the house.

I bring the redhead into the living room, but I leave the door to the bedroom open. I tell myself it’s because I want to make sure I can keep an eye on Frankie as she sleeps, but as the redhead unzips my fly, I realize it’s because I want to keep my eyes on her. As my cock enters the stranger’s mouth, it feels all wrong. I try to close my eyes, but all I see is Frankie.

I open them again, and all I see now is bright red lips and dark blue eyeshadow bobbing up and down on my dick. I feel myself softening. I look at the ceiling and thread my fingers through the redhead’s hair, impaling her on my cock. She makes a choking sound followed by a moan, and I lift my hips to fuck her mouth, but I can’t reach the release that’s so close. I just need…

A clinking sound grabs my attention away from the ceiling. My eyes land on Frankie who’s shifted on the bed. She’s awake. The clinking was her cuff against the bedpost. Her eyes are open and staring straight at me. Wild and offended and something else. Jealous? Turned on?

The truth is I’m keeping my eyes locked on her because it’s the only thing bringing me to the fucking edge. It’s Frankie’s mouth I’m imagining as I grow thicker. Harder. It’s the taste of Frankie’s pussy on my tongue that’s driving me to fuck the back of her throat. I want it to be Frankie who swallows every drop of what I give her.

The redhead pops up and rolls a condom over my length. She raises up and takes a hold of me in her hand but before she has a chance to impale herself I spin her around by the hips so she’s facing away from me.

I push on her shoulders so that she’s slightly bent and not blocking my view of Frankie who’s still watching, but the redhead doesn’t notice her.

After a few exaggerated moans, she’s either come or faked it, but I couldn’t care less. I grab her hips and take control even though she’s the one on top. I thrust up into her roughly as I lock eyes with Frankie with every intention of annoying her or smirking at her or pissing her off. Punishment for what she’s already done to me, even if she knows it or not. But I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m too lost in her eyes. When I come, I don’t tear them from hers as I come harder than I ever have, so hard I’m seeing stars. I’m so lost that it’s a while before I come to, but when I do, the redhead is gone, my pants remain open, and Frankie’s eyes are closed once again.

I take a quick shower, feeling worse than I had before I went in search of relief that never came.

I should feel better. More powerful. I showed her who was in control, and in return, I’ve never felt so out of control. Because one inhale of her scent on the pillow, one little tease of her essence, and any satisfaction I might have felt is gone, and I am rock hard again.

My stomach a hollow pit. My soul a shade blacker than it was this morning.

I slide into bed and reach for her, pulling her against my chest. She tries to wiggle from my grasp, but I hold her steady until she stops resisting.

“Sssshhhh,” I tell her. “Go back to sleep.”

“I hate you,” she says. I hear the tears in her words, and they fucking sting. For the first time in my life, I can feel the pain of words strike like a shiv to the ribs.

You and me both.

Despite the unwanted and unwelcome new pain, I feel something else. Something that feels a lot like pride. She’s still defiant. She hasn’t given up. I haven’t broken her.

I kiss the top of her head and sigh into her hair.

“Good. You should.”