swollen spot, fingers thrusting harder and deeper, winding this girl so tight I could feel her getting ready to burst.
Tension rising.
Everything dense and tight and rippling.
Energy creaked under the fissures.
Two seconds later, Frankie shattered under the pressure.
Pinpoint pleasure that I could see streaking through her entire body.
I held her there, driving her higher, feeling her quiver and shake as she came undone.
Heaven.
I stayed with her in that place while she soared, while she squirmed and panted and thrashed.
Something toppled from the counter as she fumbled to get hold of me. Like if she let go, she might float out in the blackened night for all of eternity.
Our spirits shouted.
Uncontained.
Felt her ragged gasps slip across the skin of my back while every cell in my body screamed for release.
To just give in.
To let go.
But I knew I needed to give her time. Tonight wasn’t about me.
I pried myself away.
Motherfucking torture.
The girl panted, her chest jutting where she remained spread out on the counter.
I struggled to get a breath into my lungs.
To steel myself.
To gather it up and force it down and pretend like I wasn’t absolutely dying to get inside this girl.
To touch her and love her.
Take it all because I wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Managing a grin, I gestured to my raging hard on. “Think I’m going to need a cold shower.”
I helped her down onto unsteady feet, the girl’s eyes still unfocused while I reached over and turned on the showerhead.
She blinked incoherently, her head slowly shaking like she was trying to find a new foundation after the one we’d been standing on had been demolished. I leaned down and let my mouth brush across the shell of her ear. “Getting to touch you again, Frankie Leigh? It’s the best feeling in the world. But I want you to know . . . no matter what happens, you will always be my best friend.”
Turning, I stepped into the spray of the shower, letting the frosted door swing shut behind me.
I struggled to kick the lust that was still raging through my body.
Mind told me to wait, but the rest of me was figuring we’d wasted enough time.
A rush of that energy slammed me from behind, the girl a windstorm, a tornado and the softest, coolest breeze. She slipped into the shower, and I slowly turned around to face her, and Frankie was climbing down to her knees.
The spray pounded into my back. Only a slight drizzle made it onto her body.
She stroked me once, looked up at me with those cinnamon eyes, the lapping darkness filled with emotion. Drawing me into their depths. Right where I wanted to drown.
“You will always be my best friend, Evan. My first love and my last. You will always be my everything.”
And then Frankie took me into her mouth, silencing everything but the bliss of her touch.
Eighteen
Frankie Leigh
Eight Years Old
Jeers echoed through the air, rolling over the field at the back of the school.
“Haha . . . that’s right, run away, you freak.”
“Run off and cry, you pussy!”
“He’s such a pussy, he’s probably really a girl.”
Frankie stood at the edge of the sidewalk that led to the trail where they normally met to walk home. Evan wasn’t in their meeting spot. He was in middle school now, sixth grade, and he always waited for her right there.
Not today.
Her stomach twisted with that nasty sickness that made her feel like she was going to throw up, a pool of black dread, and her eyes immediately searched, terrified these boys were talking about Evan.
That dread nearly spilled all the way out when she saw he was already all the way down by the fence, walking faster than normal, like he wanted to run but wanted to pretend like he didn’t care about anything at the same time.
His backpack bounced fitfully with each of his hard steps while the ugly words were spewed at his back.
She was happy Evan couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she was bettin’ that he’d heard plenty enough when he’d been looking at their gross faces. She bet all these stupid jerks had said all kinds of things that made her want to rip them to shreds.
This feeling crawled over her body. Like she couldn’t breathe and couldn’t see and the only thing she wanted was to make them cry when they kept shouting horrible things at her best friend.
They were huddled in a circle over by the swings. She was already moving that way. “Shut up, you stupid buttholes!”