May blinked. “Five times . . . in one night?”
“I haven’t had sex since before rehab and I can’t even remember it.” I shrugged. “Sex with Frankie, there was no way in hell once or twice was gonna be enough. Five times barely scratched the surface. I was sober for the first time since I last had sex with her, there was no chance that I was missing out on a second of touching her.”
“Like I said,” May chuckled. “Dirty dog.”
“Woof woof.”
We both froze when there was a pounding on the front door.
“Hayes and Angel are out.”
“Go see who it is then.”
“May? Risk?”
I tensed. “It’s Frankie. Go open the door.”
“Why me?” May demanded. “She’s your girl.”
“This is your house.”
The pounding intensified.
“But I’m scared!” May lifted his hands to his face. “She scares me when she’s angry!”
“Just let her in before she kills us both.”
“I can’t stand you!”
With that said, May left the room and jogged down the stairs. I heard the door open.
“Hi, Frankie.”
“Where is he?”
“Upstairs,” May answered faster than a sinner in a confessional. “First door on the right.”
The door closed.
“Did something happen?”
Motherfucker knew good and well what had happened.
“Oh, just a video of me and Risk kissing on the pier the other night has gone viral and my face is plastered all over the internet. You know, the usual stuff I deal with on a Saturday morning?”
I cringed. Oh, she was pissed.
I looked down at myself and thought it would be safer if I wasn’t clothed, she never could focus very well when I was naked. Like the fucking Flash, I stripped out of my jeans, T-shirt and socks. I dove under the covers of my bed and shoved May’s phone under my pillow. Stupidly, I pretended I was asleep. I heard her enter the room and the second I heard her little gasp, blood surged to my cock. My mind flashed back to the multiple times I was one with her body just hours before. Those sounds she made, the look on her face and in her eyes. I knew I would think of them always.
I made sure not to tense when she approached me.
I swallowed when the bed dipped and her cool, soft hand slid over my back. She hadn’t done much but I was ready to fuck a hole into my mattress to find some relief. I shuddered when I felt her lips touch my skin as well as her soft hair as it feathered over me. I groaned when her teeth nipped my flesh. I rolled over onto my back, opened my eyes and reached for Frankie in the same movement. Her eyes widened when I grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her body down on top of mine before she had a chance to blink.
“Risk!”
I grabbed her hand and moved it down to my rock-hard length.
“I want you,” I told her. “Fuck, I need you.”
“You can’t be human.” Frankie pressed her mouth to mine. “You can’t be.”
“I’ll always want to fuck you, baby. Always.”
She groaned. “I came to see you because there is a problem.”
“Yeah,” I hummed. “The fucking problem is I’m not sinking into your tight, wet cunt.”
“Risk.”
Jesus.
One little syllable and she just about had me ready drop to my knees before her. Her breathy tone of surprise sent a shiver up my spine and caused my aching cock to throb. I had never in my life wanted someone as much as I wanted Frankie. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was wearing a lot of layers so as I pressed my lips to hers, I began to remove them. Her coat was the first to go, then her jumper. When her leggings hit the floor I reached to palm her pussy through her lace knickers but I paused because she winced.
I opened my eyes and stared at her.
“What’s wrong?”
Her face was flushed.
“Risk,” she licked her lips. “Last night was the first time in a long time for me. We did it so many times . . . I’m sore.”
I felt my eyebrows rise.
“But in your kitchen . . . you said you had a lively sex life.”
“I only said that because I knew you had had sex with so many women,” she mumbled. “I had sex with two guys to see if I could have a physical relationship with another man. I couldn’t. The last time was five years ago.”
“Two blokes?”
“Two.”
That was still two too many for my liking but the sheer level of jubilance I felt was un-fucking-real.
“No need to look so happy about it.”
“I am happy, I know our time apart meant we could do what we wanted but holy hell am I happy, baby.”
She frowned. “Wish I could say the same about you.”
That was a low blow, but I deserved it.
“Do you know you’re the only woman I’ve had sex with when I’m sober? The only woman I remember being with?”