“Hello?”
“What about the other thing?” she blurted.
“What other thing?” Mac said, the genuine confusion evident in his voice.
Don’t make me say it. “Um, the one where you said…” she sucked in a breath and released it in a rush, “…you would be my guinea pig if…you know. While I’m figuring things out. Then we can see what happens from there.”
The line grew so quiet she was afraid he’d hung up on her. “Mac?” Her voice was equal parts panic and mortification.
“Yep.”
“Did you hear me?” she asked urgently.
“I did indeed.”
“And?”
Long pause.
“I didn’t think of those as two separate offers. But if that’s what you want, I’m in.”
She’d been hoping for a little more enthusiasm rather than the clipped response. Maybe he’d changed his mind?
“Do you want time to think it over or something?” she asked, tightening her grip on the phone.
“I don’t need time, I said I’m in.”
“Are you sure? You took so long to say anything, I thought—”
“You need to stop thinking so much,” he said with a heavy sigh. “It’s just not what I was expecting, so it threw me off. Then it took me a couple extra seconds to respond because I had to wait for enough blood to travel back to my brain for me to form a sentence. It’s not every day a beautiful woman asks if she can use you in a series of sexperiments.”
She laughed, relief overcoming embarrassment. The weight that had been pressing down on her chest since they’d hung up the first time dissipated. “I guess not.”
“When do we start?” The grimness had left his tone completely now, and his voice was like liquid sex, flowing over her, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
Part of her wanted to scream, Now! but she held back. Mrs. Nussbaum was an insomniac, and the last thing Frankie needed was for her to see Mac pulling in at two a.m.
“Maybe tomorrow night?”
“Sounds good. Why don’t you come over around seven?”
Were they seriously discussing their sex date like it was an upcoming dentist appointment? The time to back out was now. She opened her mouth but couldn’t get the words out. Today with Mac had been more fun, more exciting, than all of her other dates combined. She had a chance here to live out her fantasy. Who knew if that opportunity would ever come again?
“I’ll be there.” She steeled herself, then blurted, “Should I…bring anything? Uhh…for…you know.”
“You mean like a swing? Or some fur-lined handcuffs?”
She could hear the smile in his voice and found herself grinning back. “Not quite what I meant. Should I bring protection? I mean, I haven’t been with anyone since college, but I’m on the pill for medical reasons and wasn’t sure…”
“This is such a great conversation to have ahead of time. I’m glad you brought it up. It’s entirely up to you. I’m vigilant about my health and give blood twice a year so I’m on top of things there. At the same time, I definitely want to make sure you feel safe and protected.”
She’d thought about being with him for so long, she didn’t want anything between them. “I don’t want to use a condom. If that’s okay.”
“Oh, babe, I am so down with that. And don’t worry, if you change your mind, I’ll make sure I have some on hand.”
“Okay.”
The line went quiet again, save for their echoing breaths. She should probably hang up.
“I don’t want to hang up yet,” Mac said, the reluctant honesty in his tone encouraging her to be honest in return.
“Me either.”
“What do you want, Frankie?” What did she want?
She shoved aside all the doubts and self-recriminations and spoke the truth. “To listen to you talk. Your voice is so…”
“So?” he urged.
Her heart pounded, and she closed her eyes. “Sexy. Your voice is so goddamn sexy.”
“I’m glad that you think so. And what would you like me to talk about?” From the rasp in his voice, she wondered if he already knew the answer to that question.
She squirmed, a familiar pressure spreading low in her belly. How to answer that loaded question? Mac had offered her the chance to explore a world she’d denied herself for so long. If she was going to do it, she was going to do it right.
“The things we’re going to do tomorrow, maybe,” she whispered.
His breath came out in a hiss. “That’s up to you, babe. I’m at your disposal. Whatever you want, however you want it.”
His answer both excited and frustrated her. She’d been hoping he’d—
“But I can tell you what I’d like us to do,” he said softly. “What I’ve imagined doing a thousand times. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” She gripped the phone tighter and pressed her thighs together. “First, tell me, are you in bed?”
“Uh-huh. Are you?”
“Yes. I hate to be cliché and ask what you’re wearing, so I’m going to pretend it’s a black, short, lace nightgown.”
She glanced down at her flowered boxer shorts and Bob Marley T-shirt and bit her lip. “Yeah, we’ll go with that.”
His warm chuckle sent a thrill through her, and she smiled. “Are the lights on?” Mac asked.
“Yes.”
“Turn them off.”
She didn’t hesitate, reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp. “Okay, they’re off.”
“Mine too.”
He must have moved to settle in because she could hear the creak of the bed.
The darkness of the room only intensified the intimacy of the situation. “Do you remember the first car I brought you?”
She burst out laughing. “Um, let’s see. I think it was the Camaro, right? Is that your idea of mechanic dirty talk?” she teased.
“Nope. I only brought it up to give you a point of reference. That day your dad was out, and you came out of the garage into the office wiping your hands on a rag. Your hair was in a ponytail like usual, and you had on black overalls. They were made of some stretchy material, and they fit you like a glove. It was like some high school wet dream come to life.”
His admission made her nipples hard, and she shifted beneath the covers. “You asked me what the problem was. I told you, and you launched into this amazing analysis of what you thought was wrong. That made me even hotter for you.” His breath grew harsh, and his voice dipped lower. “I went home and jerked off thinking about you. Pulling the zipper down with my teeth. Pushing those overalls past your breasts…your hips. Making you step out of them so I could bend you over the hood and use my knee to spread your legs apart. You’d be open, Frankie. Accessible and wet as I slid my cock into you one inch at a time. Slow. I’d go so slow, baby, even now, because I’d want to feel all of you as I went in. I’d relish the heat and the burn. I’d push and stretch you until your pussy squeezed me tight, over and over while you screamed my name.”
Frankie pressed her thighs together as his words pulsed straight to her clit. Her strained breath joined his.
“W-were you in your bed when you…jerked off?” she whispered, slipping a hand down her stomach. She imagined him stroking his cock as he caressed her, feeling the silken skin of her belly and lower. Her knees parted as a hand—she groaned—connected with the hot, moist flesh exposed. Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes.
“I was in the shower. I came so fucking hard I thought I was going to pass out,” he admitted gruffly. “Can you wear those tomorrow? The overalls?”
She nodded then cleared her throat when she realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes. If you want me to.”
“Hell yeah. I want to unwrap you like a present. No bra. Pinch your nipples for me now, Frankie,” he murmured.
She covered one breast with her hand and tweaked her nipple. Her body was already in overdrive from the night of almost unbearable tension, and excitement and wetness flooded her c
enter. She pinched again, more sharply this time, and gasped.
“I love that sound.” Mac groaned. “Do it again. Play with your nipple and imagine it’s my mouth, my tongue, my teeth. I can’t wait to cup those full, gorgeous breasts in my hands. Do you remember the second car I brought you, Frankie?”
She writhed against her hand as she plucked at the straining tip of her breast. “No,” she breathed.
“The Z-28. You were leaving midday to go to the dentist. It was summertime, and you had on a halter top with tiny little roses on it. All I could think about was sliding it down and covering one of those luscious breasts with my mouth. Kneading the other with my hand. Want to know something really dirty?”
She did. So much. “Yes,” she whispered, grinding the heel of her palm against her pubic bone.
“Every day for a week I had the same dream. You were naked on your knees in front of me.” His voice went rough, guttural, and she strained to understand him, desperate for the words and the sensations they caused. “I didn’t even ask. You just opened your beautiful mouth and welcomed me inside. Deep, deep inside. Working your tongue, pulling and sucking me off until I was ready to come.”
“Un-huh.” Her legs had begun to quake as she arched against her hand now, the tension in her thighs building.
“Then you’d stop and raise up to kiss my stomach. I could feel your tits on my cock, your hard nipples brushing my thighs. You’d press my dick between your breasts and squeeze. It felt like dying. You’d start to move, bouncing high on your knees, then down again, faster and faster, squeezing tighter and tighter. Right when I thought I’d die, you would stare up at me, those gorgeous lips swollen from sucking my cock. Right as I was about to come, I’d wake up. I’d be so fucking hard, so ready, I’d grip it and give it one stroke and explode.”
“I want you to do that now. Let me hear you,” she begged.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes. Outside my underwear.”
“Take them off,” he growled.
Her whole body shook as she put the phone down and stripped off her clothes. She’d never felt so desperate for an orgasm, so wild and out of control in her life. Scooping up the phone, she lay back down and slipped a hand between her legs. The wet heat engulfed her fingers, soaking them. She let out a hiss.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Is your pussy wet for me, Frankie? Because my cock has never been so hard.”
“Yes, I’m wet. So wet, and I want you inside me so bad,” she whimpered. She could hear the creaking of his bed through the phone now, and the slow, steady beat set her aflame. There was no question what he was doing. She pinched her eyes closed, imagining him there. On his back, stroking his thick cock up and down.
“Slide two fingers into your slit, babe. Nice and deep.”
She did as he asked and moaned as her tight channel clenched around her fingers.
“Those sounds are killing me. Now thrust them in and out, rubbing your clit between thrusts,” he demanded. The creaking picked up tempo, and that sent a spear of need knifing through her.
She massaged the swollen knot of desire before plunging deep again, and shuddered. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes. I want that so bad, Frankie. I want to hear you come.”
“Shit, Mac, I—”
Her shout echoed in Mac’s head as his cock bucked hard, demanding release. He growled as the liquid snaked up from his balls. Gripping his shaft tighter, he stroked harder, faster. “That’s it, babe. Let it happen. God, I can almost feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock over and over.”
“Mac! Oh God.”
Frankie’s broken cries sent him headlong into the storm, and he exploded in a hot rush, come pumping out in spurts as he fisted his throbbing cock.
The moans on the other end quieted as he lay gasping for breath. Jesus, if that was phone sex, they were going to set the bed on fire when they were in the same room. The blood pounding in his ears receded, and Frankie let out a satisfied hum.
“That was the nicest phone call I’ve ever had.” Her voice was warm and sleepy.
“Oh, babe, me too.”
“So, we’re on for tomorrow?”
“Nothing short of an alien attack could stop me,” he assured her.
“Okay. And, Mac? Thanks for…everything tonight. It was one of the happiest days of my life.”
“Me too.” He hesitated, scrambling for a reason to stay on the line a little longer, but came up empty. His brain had shorted out the second she agreed to see him again.
“Good night, Frankie,” he said simply then disconnected and slumped back against the headboard with a groan.
His heart was still pounding. Despite the release, their little talk had only made him want her more. He had no intention of going along with her plans for them to be fuck buddies.
Not that it would be a hardship. If she was as open and sensual tomorrow as she had been on the phone, it was going to be spectacular. But he wanted more. He wanted it all. Now to convince her they were a perfect couple, no matter what anyone else in Brewster thought.
Because he was crazy in love with Frankie Polaski.
Chapter 6
Doo-wop music blared from the radio, and Frankie shimmied across the floor of the garage, shaking her tail feathers as she sang along with The Crystals. Something about fifties music always put a bounce in her step, especially when she was working on a car from that era. Now if someone would bring her a root beer float on roller skates, all would be right with the world.
She belted out the last line of the song like her life depended on it, and executed a spin into a bow. She missed having Danny around, but it was kind of nice having the shop all to herself so she could act a fool.
“Do you take requests?”
She leapt a good two feet off the ground, and her heart stuttered. Whipping her head toward the door, she eyeballed Mac leaning against the jam.
“Jesus, I didn’t hear you come in.”
Obviously, or I wouldn’t have been caterwauling that stupid song.
She resisted the urge to cover her molten cheeks with her hands.
“Sorry to interrupt. The door was open, and I didn’t want to startle you by shouting over the music. Clearly I misjudged that situation,” he said with a warm chuckle.
“It’s okay. I didn’t have anything scheduled until noon and wasn’t expecting anyone. Not that I mind. I mean, you’re always welcome to stop by.”
She needed to shut up, but as she watched his amazing mouth kick up at the corner and his eyes go all twinkly, it wasn’t easy. He made her as nervous as a virgin on prom night.
“I’ll keep that in mind. I thought I’d swing by to see if you wanted to eat dinner with me tonight.”
“Like, before…” She tore her gaze from his and swept a hand through her hair. This was getting ridiculous. She was acting like a child. They were consenting adults, no reason to dance around it like a freaking maypole. She cleared her throat. “Before we…have sexual relations?”
“Sexual relations? That sounds awful. Like I should bring an attorney or something.”
“Stop teasing me, Mac! I don’t know what to do, or say, or anything. This is all new for me.” She gnawed on her lower lip.
“Hey, it’s okay. This is new for me too. Believe it or not, I can count the times a woman asked me to be her sex tutor on one finger.” He held up his pointer then aimed it her way. His eyes got all dark as he crooked his finger. “C’mere.”
Her feet felt like they were nailed to the cement floor as she willed herself forward. If she didn’t stop being such a chicken, this was never going to work. And man, did she want it to work. A half dozen hesitant steps and finally she stood before him. She craned her neck to meet his gaze. “I’m here.”
“Do you want to know why I’m really here? It’s because I couldn’t wait another second to see you. I can’t get you out of my head. I dreamt about you…us. And every time I tried to get something done in my office this
morning, I’d lose my train of thought. All I could think about was you, last night, calling my name as you came. I’m not here about dinner. I’m here because I want you so bad I can hardly see straight.”
He didn’t touch her, but the words sent a spear of white-hot lust through her. She wanted to respond, to tell him she felt the same way, but her tongue was frozen to the roof of her mouth.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything, this time. I meant everything I said, and seeing you now is exactly what I needed to get me through the rest of the day. That said, I’m happy to feed you as well,” he finished with a wink. He didn’t take his eyes off her as he walked backward toward the door. “Seven’s still good. Come hungry, I bought two gigantic porterhouse steaks.”
By the time he left, she was trembling.
With a moan, she plopped down on a stool in the corner. Surely this level of anticipation wasn’t good for a person. She was setting herself—and worse, Mac—up for a big letdown. What if it was awful? Or she did something stupid and embarrassing like she had with Nick?
She cringed at the thought.
But Mac wasn’t Nick, and she wasn’t seventeen anymore. She was a healthy, red-blooded woman.
It was time to start acting like it.
Chapter 7
“Is it cooked enough for you? I can put it back on the grill for another few minutes if you’d rather,” Mac said.
Frankie sent an apologetic smile his way. The steak was medium rare, exactly how she liked it, but she couldn’t seem to choke more than a few bites down. Her leg bounced under the table as she pushed the mushrooms around on her plate.
“It’s delicious, but…I think I’m too nervous to eat.”
In fact, she hadn’t eaten much at all today. Once Mac left the garage, the day had gone by in a blur, most of which she spent imagining what their night would be like. Now that it was finally here, part of her wished she was back at the garage daydreaming about it. The reality was almost too much to bear.
Mac set his fork down and took her hand. “Let’s go sit and talk for a while. See if we can’t make you feel a little more at ease.”
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