Wild and True: A Frankie Love Escape

by Frankie Love

“I don’t want more wine. I want more of you both.”

  “Oh, God, woman, where did you come from?” Ashton said, grinning. He dropped to his knees with his hands in the air, as if asking the heavens for an answer.

  “Please stop joking around, Ashton,” I said. “I need to get you hard; my pussy can’t wait forever.”

  “Ohh, I like it when you talk like that,” he said, standing from his forsaken prayer and slapping my ass.

  I looked over and saw Jude set down his glass of wine, studying the two of us. A flush of desire swelled through me again. His gaze shifted to Ashton, their eyes holding a silent conversation.

  Jude was so different from Ashton.

  Ashton was cheap beer and eager kisses and howling at the moon. Ashton was a boy … but Jude was a man. And I’d needed both this weekend. I realized that now.

  I needed to have fun and smile, but I also needed to remember that I was still growing and changing, and that the thrashing was the good stuff. The part I didn’t want to miss.

  Ashton pulled me close, embracing me with his arms wrapped tight around my waist. He kissed my cheek, and then my lips. His kisses were soft and sincere. They were the kindest kisses I’d ever received.

  “Thank you,” he said, pulling away. “But now I’m saying good-bye.”

  “What?” I asked, confused, as I watched him pick up his clothes and head to the door.

  “We had fun. Fuck, we had more than fun. But tonight you need Jude, and Jude needs you.”

  The question rose on my lips. “How did you know?”

  “I watched you watch him, Willow. It was magic.”

  He slipped through the door, and I felt tears prick my eyes—but also relief. I knew what I needed, what my body needed.

  It wasn’t Ashton.

  It was Jude.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Jude brushed the tears from my eyes, and tucked my hair behind my ear. The mood had shifted quickly and my heart was trying to catch up. Ashton had known before I had.

  I had chosen Jude subconsciously.

  Sensing my need to be tucked close to him, he lifted me in his arms once again and set me on the bed.

  We didn’t speak. There wasn’t any need for words. All we needed now was to forget about the rest of the word and devour one another.

  I pulled him on top of me so I could see his eyes.

  I didn’t need wild sex. I didn’t need two cocks at once or my pussy rubbed raw. I just needed him covering me with his strong shoulders, his lean legs. I needed his fingers laced through mine again and our eyes locked on one another.

  The intensity erupted around us, his shaft hard and pulsing as my legs spread wide.

  “I know you said you like it rough, but I don’t think that’s what you really want,” he whispered, slowly guiding himself toward me.

  “What do you think I really want?”

  “I think you want to be consumed with love and life,” he whispered, his forearm resting above my head. I wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him closer.

  “Consume me then,” I said breathlessly.

  And he did.

  Over and over and over again.

  He pressed into me, filling me entirely. I clung to his back as he rocked in and out. Then, lifting myself up from the bed, I straddled him. He sat upright, my legs wrapped around his waist.

  He hit my g-spot and I rotated my hips over him, grinding up and down. I spilled all over him, gushing like he’d made me do on the mountain.

  “Fuck, Jude, that’s so good.” I panted the words in his ear as I came fast and heavy. His legs were soaked, and I knew he liked it. He grabbed my ass, and we came together.

  Moans devoured the space as we both slowed our motions, wanting the orgasms to ride through us in sweet waves we could savor.

  “Willow.” He said my name, holding my chin with his hands. “We are magic.”

  He repeated Ashton’s words, and I knew he was right. Together, somehow, Jude and I were more than we were apart.

  I didn’t even know this man. His last name or birthdate or favorite food. But it didn’t matter.

  I realized that sometimes those weren’t the things that mattered. Maybe all that really mattered was meeting someone who saw you for who you were and who you weren’t.

  We fell on the bed, my head nestled on his shoulder. As we looked at the silvery moon, I remembered my howls with Ashton. Tonight the moon would shift in the sky—and so would I, lying here.

  “I think everything’s changing,” I told him.

  “I think it already has.”

  The next morning, Courtney, Callie, and I boarded the private ferry taking us back home. My eyes were rimmed with red from saying good-bye to Jude, and I pulled down my beanie, not wanting to draw attention to my face.

  I’d stayed up for hours with Jude, and we had made decisions I was a little scared to admit to my friends. I wasn’t ready yet.

  They wouldn’t understand that I, the girl who refused to ground herself in any sort of permanence, had met someone. But I had.

  And Jude and I had decided to make a real go at things.

  Whatever had happened between us was real, and we weren’t willing to toss it as a weekend one-off. This was real.

  This was love.

  And I wanted to see where it might go.

  Callie and Courtney seemed equally blissed-out. I had a hunch I knew why Callie was; her late night massage must have really relaxed her.

  And Callie had told me that apparently tight-lipped Courtney had met someone too. But neither of us had details on that.

  “Your weekend was good, Courtney?” Callie asked, fishing for more details.

  “It was beyond.”

  “Oh, good. I kind of thought you might be annoyed Callie and I were MIA so much,” I said, winking at Callie.

  “Did you have a nice massage, Callie?” Courtney asked. “I mean two in one day–that’s kind of insane.”

  “Actually,” she began, a smile spreading across her face. “I sort of met someone.”

  “Funny,” I said. “So did I.”

  Their eyes searched me skeptically, as I expected.

  “And I know you won’t believe me,” I continued, “but I’m in love. For reals in love.”

  “Way to trump me!” Callie grinned, shoving me playfully.

  “Willow,” Courtney squealed. “Tell us everything.”

  So, as the ferry purred across the water, I told them everything—except the words Jude had whispered in my ear before I slipped away from his arms that morning.

  He’d whispered words I would never in my life forget: “You are not floundering. You are fluttering. Soon you will fly.”

  I knew he was right.

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  ACE … A Las Vegas Bad Boy

  ACE

  I don't take women to bed.

  I take them against the wall, hard and fast, and when I come I make sure they remember.

  They always do.

  I'm cocky as hell, but sh*t, I've got reason to be. I own Spades Royalle, the sexiest casino in Vegas. F*ck, the sexiest casino in the country.

  I'm gonna keep building my empire all on my own - my ties with the mafia are in my past, buried with the bones of my family.

  I like my money clean and my women dirty.

  That is until I met Emmy Rose.

  She says she doesn't want a bad boy.

  I guess I'll have to change her pretty little mind.

  EMMY ROSE

  F*ck. My. Life.

  I made one rule when I moved to Vegas two months ago - I would not screw bad boys. Or asshats. Or really anyone I met on the casino floor. And the thing is, I've made good on my promise.

  I'm here for one reason, and one reason only: it
's a f*cking job.

  Landing in Vegas was never my plan. But plans change when your sister is in a coma and you don't know who put her there.

  If only she'd wake up and I could get some answers.

  Until then, I'll do everything in my power to avoid men who have a past as shady as my own.

  ***This book contains a helluva lot of chemistry and smokin' hot sex. Just be prepared, babycakes. And don't say I didn't warn you. xo, frankie

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