“I had to take care of my brothers, I didn’t have time for girls.” I look at him, waiting for a troubled expression to change his face. But it never comes.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I finally say.
“Don’t be, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
I smile in response, loving how fiercely he speaks about his brothers as my eyes catch someone sitting at the bar. When I recognize the arctic blue eyes that belong to one of Emerson’s guys, my stomach drops. Cary still has spiked hair that looks hard as rock with an angular jawline that used to remind me of that Night’s King from Game of Thrones. He’s also staring at me with that same cold look he used to.
Dead and scary as fuck.
Anxiety surges through my veins like a shot of heroin as I force myself to take a deep breath. My hands are starting to feel clammy the longer he stares at me, making me pray the ground will swallow me whole.
“Hey.” Franklin’s deep voice graces my ears before he follows my gaze, Cary turning his attention elsewhere just in time. “Are you okay?”
His brows are bunched together when he turns back towards me, his eyes narrowing as they move back and forth, looking for some kind of answer.
I plaster a smile on my face, trying to push my nervousness away while I lay my hand on his arm, hoping to distract him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a bit dizzy. Must be the alcohol,” I joke.
A smirk appears on his face. My muscles loosen up even further, relieved that what I’m doing is working. Still, I can’t help glancing at Cary every now and then.
Franklin’s hand cups my cheek while he brings his lips to my ear, chills peppering my skin when his breath fans my most sensitive spot.
“This will be your last then,” he announces, “because I need you to be completely aware of all the things I plan to do to you.”
My eyes widen at his words as I clench my thighs together.
“What does that mean?” I ask, both intrigued and scared to hear him talk to me like that. Ever since I lost my virginity, sex has been a duty. A task that every boyfriend has demanded, and I, as his girl, have needed to fulfill. A duty they threw in my face many times.
Something tells me it won’t be like that with Franklin.
The way he looks at me … his eyes are filled with promise, a promise to cherish me, to play my body like a piano, pressing every key with care and patience so we create the perfect melody.
I want to give in to him, but there is also a part of me that holds back, a part that remembers the past, a part that is scared to walk into the arms of another demon.
“How many men have you slept with, Ms. Ryan?”
I pull my head back, confused by his question.
“How many, Kenny?” he repeats, a little more demanding now, yet the flirtation in his eyes remains intact.
“Three,” I admit as I push out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
It’s something that I normally say with pride, being completely content with the fact that I’ve only ever slept with men I was serious with, even though they might not have been on the same page. But right now, assuming this man must have had hundreds of women, all capable of pleasing him to his full content, it feels like a monumental lack of experience.
He smiles as he bites on his bottom lip.
“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Is that a bad thing?” I raise my chin and square my shoulders, no longer willing to be mocked by men for being a ‘good girl.’ If Franklin Wolfe thinks I’ll be one of those girls who does everything because he’s not just a Wolfe but the Wolfe, well, he’s fucking wrong.
“Your innocence makes you even more beautiful.” He doesn’t wait for my reply before he lifts me onto his lap, his arms pressing me against his body while I look down at his face.. “It also makes me want you more.”
His hand threads into the hair at the back of my head, pulling me close until our lips connect. His kiss is slow, thoughtful, but clearly filled with desire. Without hesitation, I part my lips, deepening the kiss as he tugs me closer against his chest. The tips of my fingers gracing his broad shoulders with care. It seems like he’s letting me take control, but in reality, he guides me with his entire body, making me lose all reason the longer our mouths connect. His hand brushes my back while our lips stay connected. Small kisses full of craving but never sloppy, causing me to forget everything around me.
I’ve always liked kissing, loved that passionate connection between two people, and I’ve never complained about the way any of my previous boyfriends kissed. Not even Emerson; he’s a good kisser. But nothing compares to Franklin Wolfe. He controls my body with a simple kiss, like he holds the key to unlock every secret nerve in my body, making my body react in a way I’ve never felt before. I feel so good just from kissing him. My body is screaming for more, imagining his mouth all over my skin.
I break the kiss and bury my face in the crook of his neck, my lips close to his neck as I try to catch my breath.
His hand moves up under my shirt, softly caressing my back in an affectionate way.
“You still want to know my plan?” he questions against my hair.
I hum in agreement, trying to pull myself together as I breathe in his fresh scent.
“I’m going to explore every inch of your body, leaving no piece of skin untouched until I find your most responsive spots. The spots that make you come undone with just a single touch, a single kiss, a single stroke of my tongue. I will push your buttons, every single one of them until it feels like torture, and then, only then, will I make you combust in my hands, erasing from your memory every man who came before me.”
I gasp at his words, literally feeling my clitoris throb inside my jeans. It takes everything in me to not start grinding against the bulge in his pants after hearing those words, so I take a deep breath to keep it together.
“You don’t seem like the type of guy who settles with one girl.” I bring my head back up, looking into his mesmerizing green eyes, which are now filled with lust. Like a Wolfe stuck in a crate, desperate to get out.
“I’m not,” he admits, his lips brushing against mine.
“Well, let me ask you again, then. What are you doing, Franklin?”
“I don’t know, pretty girl,” he answers, then licks his lips before pressing his forehead against mine. “That’s the truth. All I know is that I want to take you upstairs and devour you like you’ve never been devoured before. And I know you want me to.” He presses another kiss on my lips.
“Don’t fight it. Don’t fight me,” he adds, pulling a soft chuckle from me, knowing there is no use in fighting him. The pull is too heavy, the desire too intense.
I couldn’t truly fight this, even if I wanted to. He kisses me again, his thumb drawing circles on my lower back like the most delightful torture. My resistance grows smaller with every circle until finally I can’t take it anymore.
“What’s upstairs?” My voice is husky and scratchy. I’m barely keeping it together.
“My apartment.”
“Take me upstairs.”
Twelve
Franklin
It’s true.
I have no fucking idea what I’m doing.
There is something about this girl that’s different from the random women I occasionally take home to release tension. Those women are nothing more than an outlet, a fuck and run.
In fact, most of the time I don’t even bother to ask their names. They’re nothing more than a transaction, a release. I haven’t set my eyes on a woman as anything other than a means to an end for years now, not willing to risk getting distracted. But this woman?
Yeah, I don’t know.
For some unknown reason, I keep wanting to touch her. To feel the softness of her skin, her silk hair between my fingers. I was joking the first night we met, telling the boys I was going to marry her, but right now, I’m not sure I was.
“Take me upstairs,” she rasps against my neck.
I suck in a deep breath, trying to ignore my twitching dick as I pull her closer, feeling the desperate need to have her melt against my body.
My lips move to her neck, where I smell her honey-flavored skin.
“Are you ready, Kenny? Really ready? Because I want you. I want you, and once we go there, there is no way back.” I hear her gasp as I whisper the words against her skin, then press a soft kiss below her ear, my other hand cupping her cheek to keep her still. I expect her to pull away any second now, but instead, she leans into my touch, giving me more access to her slender neck.
“What do you want to do to me?”
“I want to kiss your entire body,” I say, kissing her in between every word I voice, “until all of your skin is on fire. Until you’re begging me to make you explode. Until you scream my name.”
“Hmm, that’s an ambitious list, isn’t it?” There is a laziness in her voice that turns me on even more, and I move my head back up, grabbing her chin to direct her gaze towards mine. And that’s when I see it. The resolve that had previously been sewn into her soul is completely gone now.
She’s mine.
“Remember how I told you I always get what I want?” I ask, brushing my lips against hers.
“You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”
“Hmm, and why is that?” I ask her before softly pressing my lips against hers again.
“Because it makes me want to tell you that you can’t have it all.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong, pretty girl. Because I can have it all.” Before she can respond, I push my lips against her with urgency, showing her that I’m not going to hold back anymore. My hand reaches up to fist her hair so I can tilt her head and deepen the kiss as my tongue sweeps the seam of her lip, demanding her to open up. When her lips part and she breathes against my mouth, I waste no time and start exploring her mouth with my tongue. Sweet and soft, but demanding. Our tongues twirl around each other in a perfect balance of slow and sensual. At first, she lets me have control, but then I feel her hands grip my shirt, pulling me tighter to her. With a moan from her, I break our connection as I gently push her off me and climb out of the booth. After she grabs her bag and stands, I press my chest against her back, and my arm wraps around her body. My mouth finds her neck as we stumble to the kitchen.
“Where are we going?” She laughs while she bends her neck some more, giving me full access. I grab her hips, and rapidly spin her to face me before I push her against the wall, pressing my body against hers.
“I’m a gentleman. I’m giving you one last chance to back out.” My nose brushes against hers while I ignore her question.
“I thought you always get what you want?”
“I do. I’m having you in my bed tonight. There is no denying that. Me giving you an out is just a courtesy. Don’t think I won’t be able to convince you if you tell me no. I will. And you will say yes.”
“Franklin?” she whispers softly, her breath gracing my lips.
“Hmm?”
“Take me upstairs.”
The corner of my mouth curls up in a pleased grin.
“Good girl,” I muse before I link my fingers with hers and tug her behind me. We move to the door in the corner of the kitchen that’s locked with a code. After I enter the code, I lead her into the small corridor leading to the elevator. My ears register her panting beside me as I press the button, locking my jaw as I fight to keep myself from fucking her right here and now. The loud ping of the elevator is a relief, knowing I won’t have to wait much longer. I let go of her hand, then lead her inside the elevator before I push in the code to the penthouse apartment. I can’t stop looking at her, so when the elevator doors close behind us and she turns around, her eyes widen as if she’s the prey that’s being cornered by a Wolfe.
She is.
“No way back now, pretty girl.” With one step, I close the distance between us. I cup her ass and lift her up against the wall, groaning when her legs wrap around my waist. My lips crash into hers, and she lets out a moan when our tongues meet. I can still taste the lemon of her vodka lime on her tongue, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Her pussy is grinding against the bulge in my pants, every movement leaving me burning with more desire.
When I hear the elevator doors open up, I turn her around, carrying her into my penthouse while her hands run through my hair. She never breaks our connection, so I take long strides to my bedroom. When I reach the bed, I carefully lay her on it before I migrate down, my chin close to her body as my fingers travel inside the waistband of her jeans. With as much care as I can muster, I peel both her jeans as her thong off her hips, not stopping until they both hit the floor. I straighten my body again to take off my shirt before I unbuckle my pants and let them drop to the floor. My feet step out of them, looking down at the stunning woman in front of me, draped on my bed like it’s exactly where she belongs. My jaw drops, admiring the luscious curves of her naked body, waiting for me to slide inside of her. The desire in her eyes makes my dick push even harder against the fabric of my boxers while I drag my body over her soft legs. I push my arm under her to straighten her back, then I pull her sweater over her head. She’s completely naked now other than her black lace bra, so I take a moment to move back and soak her in while she bites her lip in anticipation.
“You’re gorgeous, Kendall.” My fingers grace her flawless skin, moving up and down her upper body until they linger around her breasts. Slowly I push her bra down, exposing her perky nipples, then I lean in and take one in my mouth while my hand starts massaging the other. She moans loudly when I suck on the soft skin. I’m thrilled when she arches her back and unclasps her bra, throwing it across the room. My hand migrates down to cup her between her legs, where I softly rub my finger through her folds.
I hear her gasp when I start exploring her body with my mouth, my lips gracing her fair skin, just like I promised her. I start at her neck, slowly moving down, not letting an inch remain untouched while I continue rubbing gently around her clit. Just around it, never actually touching it directly.
Her moans become more demanding, and I smile against her skin, pleased to have her melting under my touch.
“Franklin, please.”
“Hmm, what’s wrong, pretty girl?” I murmur against her skin when my mouth reaches the area between her legs. She huffs when I kiss the inside of her thighs, her pants growing even more frantic as I get closer to her center.
“Please,” she begs, squirming under my touch, “please touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
“I want you t-to—” Her words halt when I dip my finger into her wetness. She sucks in a deep breath, arching her back to give me more access.
“You want me to what?”
“Kiss me,” she pleads, her hands pulling my hair, leaving a burning feeling on my skull.
“Kiss you where?” I tease, kissing her only an inch from her center.
“Fucking kiss me, Franklin,” she growls with force, making me chuckle against her skin before I blow lightly between her legs.
“Kiss you here?” My fingers dip in again before I coat her pussy with her wetness.
“YES!” she yells, demanding as fuck, turning me on even more.
I press my hands against her thighs, opening her up wider before my tongue dives into her hole, desperate to taste her. Her saltiness coats my tongue as I swirl it through her folds, and she tries to twist in my hands. I growl while I use my forearms to push her deeper into the mattress, making it impossible for her to move before I start sucking her clit.
“Oh God,” she whines. “I can’t take it. Please! Please!” Her cries become more desperate as my finger continues pushing in and out of her pussy while I lick up and down her sweet folds. I start tracing the skin just below her clit with the tip of my tongue, small brushes with each stroke, flicking her sensitive nub until finally she tenses and her pussy clenches around my fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!�
� she cries out while she reaches the high she’s been chasing before her body goes limp and her head falls back in gratification. I keep softly kissing her pussy in an affectionate way, not ready to relinquish her taste while she recovers from her release. My eyes glance up when she pushes up a bit, leaning on her elbows as she looks at me with dazed eyes.
“Holy hell.” Her southern accent shapes her words, pulling a chuckle from me before I lick my lips. Slowly, I lift myself up, pushing my boxers down before placing my body on top of hers, my dick eagerly pressing against her entrance while I kiss her neck.
“I’m not done yet, pretty girl,” I whisper, my mouth flush with her ear while I reach above her head to grab a condom from my nightstand. With a quick move, I tear the wrapper off with my teeth before I swiftly push the rubber over my cock.
“You’ll kill me, Franklin.”
“I know,” I agree, “but I will also bring you back, baby.” Without waiting another second, I push inside of her, immediately greeted by the warmth of her pussy wrapping around my dick.
“Fuck,” I mutter, “you feel amazing, Kenny.”
She moans in response while I start thrusting inside her, my lips still gracing the sweet skin on her neck. Her hands run through my hair before she grabs it tight, forcing my head back so I’m looking at her. I bit my lip in excitement when I see the desperation in her eyes, not sure if she’s begging me to stop or to keep going.
“You like that, pretty girl?”
I thrust deeper with every pump when she frantically nods her head, presumably unable to voice anything. With intent, I slowly grind along her clit with every move, making sure she feels me everywhere with every push. When her lips part while she gasps for air, I can’t stop myself from dragging my thumb over her plump lower lip before I dip it against her tongue, which she eagerly sucks on. I close my eyes at the sensation, wondering how my cock would feel in her mouth instead. The tips of her fingers trail down my back, then her fingernails dig deep into my skin, tearing at it while she drags them down, causing me to growl against her lips. When she reaches the curve of my ass, she grips my cheeks and pushes me in deeper, huffing against my lips.
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