I drew blood. I forced her to take my cock as she rode out her orgasm and it wasn’t until my dick was completely soft that I finally pulled out of her and stopped sucking on her neck.
I rolled off her and pulled her pliant, spent body with mine as I laid on my back and held her to me. The only sounds in the room was our mingled harsh breaths. My heart felt like it was going to explode, and so did hers. I could feel it thumping into my side.
After a few minutes, Frankie finally spoke. “I still hate you,” she murmured.
My arm tightened around her, and I pulled her closer. “I know you do, baby.”
And I did.
But it changed nothing.
Chapter 12
Francesca~
I woke up alone the next morning and thank God.
My entire body ached something fierce and I couldn’t even begin to bring myself to regret it. I had folded like a cheap suit and I had no one to blame but myself.
It wasn’t that I still wasn’t mad, but I wasn’t so prideful that I couldn’t admit that I missed them. I missed them, and seeing them again, after all this time, just intensified how much I missed them. I still love them, too. And that included Phoenix.
I didn’t want to examine the possibility that I may have overreacted when I ran away, but I could admit that I gave in because I missed them more than I was mad at them. Hell, maybe I wasn’t even still mad anymore. Still hurt, sure, but mad? I wasn’t even sure anymore.
After Phoenix had attacked me last night, he had spent the rest of the night reacquainting himself with my body and all the things he remembered I used to love. He had kissed every inch of my skin before sliding inside me again. We had showered where he had immediately gone down on me afterwards. He had spent over an hour eating me out and letting his fingers dance all over my lower body. When I could no longer take him, he prepped me and worked me into such a frenzy, it hadn’t taken much for me to beg him to finally take my ass. After that, I passed out from exhaustion and nothing existed further until I opened my eyes a half hour ago.
A half hour I used to try to come to terms with everything that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours. I knew I needed to talk to my brother, but I also knew I needed to decide what I was going to do about Phoenix. Even though it was my fault for faltering at the first sight of his naked chest, getting back together wasn’t an automatic full-blown conclusion just yet.
Even if he did have my name tattooed across his chest.
I heard my phone’s ringtone for Robbie, surprising me, as I had dropped my purse in the living room when Phoenix had dragged me to his bedroom last night. But as I looked around, I saw my purse and clothes on a chair in the corner, my phone was on the nightstand on my side. Phoenix must have brought my stuff into the bedroom while I slept.
I sat up, reached for my phone, and answered. “Hey.”
“Oh, my God, Frankie,” she rushed out. “What the hell is going on?”
I let out a small sigh. I called Robbie my best friend, but I’ve kept this part of my life a secret from everyone in Cedar Creek, her included, and I hated that I had to confess I’ve been lying to her all these years. “It’s a long story,” I hedged.
“Mona said she heard you put in your notice,” Robbie divulged. “She said you’re not coming back to Brighton.” Her voice sounded worried, but also hurt. “What’s going on?”
I wasn’t sure how much to tell her, but I had to tell her enough to let her know that I hadn’t abandoned her. “You…you remember that guy I was sitting with yesterday?”
“Yeah. The dark haired one,” she replied. “The one who looked like Satan’s favorite son.”
I almost chuckled. She wasn’t wrong. “Yeah,” I confirmed. “He came to tell me about a sick…friend. Or relative, really. He’s…dying and I came to see him.”
“Oh, Frankie,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you,” I told her. “Anyway, I came to see him, and…well, I also learned that the decision was made for me to move back to Morgan City.”
The silence was loud on the other end of the phone. After a few