“Let’s go.”
Chapter Seventy-Six
Jace
The highway was mostly empty as I drove Frannie back South. She was dozing in the passenger seat, covered by my leather jacket. I wasn’t going to lie. I liked the look of it on her.
It would look even better if she wasn’t wearing anything else.
I felt my dick twitch in my pants as the image flashed through my mind.
Down boy.
I was pretty sure she’d had enough. I couldn’t possibly fuck her as much as I wanted to. She was still new at it, and I’m sure her pretty little pussy was getting sore.
I could wait.
But that didn’t mean I had to like it.
I pressed down on my cock, telling myself to chill out. I had shit to do. The race tomorrow night for one thing. It was my first time on a real track. Flannery was beside himself that I wouldn’t be back in time.
But I wanted to drive my car. It was time.
Mariah.
I had a lot to do to get her ready. But there was something else I wanted to do too. I drove Frannie home just as it was getting dark.
She woke up when the car stopped, her big eyes blinking at me shyly.
The damn girl was like a cartoon character. Cute, sweet and sexy as hell.
I reached out and pulled her into my arms.
“Are we home?”
I nodded, nuzzling against her neck.
“For now.”
She blinked again. Clearly she didn’t get what I was hinting at. It didn’t matter. I’d show her soon enough.
I brushed her hair out of her face.
“How do you feel? Sore?”
She blushed, looking away and nodding.
“Yes, a little.”
I smiled and kissed her temple… then her ear… then her neck. I was instantly hard, just from kissing her. I wondered if my cock would ever learn discipline around her.
I kind of doubted it.
“I’ll pick you up around lunch tomorrow. There’s something I want to show you.”
She smiled at me sweetly. She was so shy.
I realized how much I liked that about her.
“Alright.”
I kissed her again, long and slow and deep. Then I walked her to her front door. I leaned against the building, watching as she unlocked the front door.
“Do you need anything? Food?”
“No, I have some stuff.”
“Do you need to go out tomorrow morning?”
“No.”
“Good.”
I grabbed her one more time, taking what I wanted. Well, part of what I wanted anyway. What I really wanted was to take her upstairs and keep her up all night riding my cock.
But I had shit to do, and she was tired. I ran my knuckles over her cheek and smiled at her.
“Sleep well.”
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Frannie
The sun was bright overhead by the time I opened my eyes. I glanced at the clock. 9 am. I must have been more tired than I’d thought.
Besides, Jace had told me to rest.
I blushed.
Not told. He’d commanded me.
I stretched and pulled out my phone. I’d already gotten a text.
Good morning sweetheart. Pick you up at 12.
Sweetheart. He’d called me sweetheart.
I sighed and got out of bed. I had a boyfriend. For the first time in my life I had a boyfriend.
I think I did anyway.
I padded out to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
“Look what the cat dragged in.”
I looked up to see Becky laying on the couch. She’d obviously slept there all night. She looked terrible.
“Becks! Are you okay?”
Her eyes were red. She’d obviously been crying.
“He broke up with me.”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry!”
I went to sit beside her, trying to ignore the empty bottle of wine on the floor. Scratch that.
Bottles.
“He tried to get me to fuck one of his buddies.”
I stared at her, my mouth wide open.
“That’s… oh my God, that is awful.”
She shrugged, rolling to her side.
“He never loved me. I’m an idiot. He… he did things.”
“Like what, Becks?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
I chewed my lip, not sure what to say to help her. She’d always been kind of fragile. I knew her family life had been rough. That’s why she wanted to be rich. She thought money would protect her.
Maybe if we’d been closer I would have told her that it didn’t.
I knew that from experience.
“Where have you been, anyway?”
“My Gran. She got sick. But she’s okay.”
“What about the guy?”
“He uh… he came up there to get me.”
Becky sat up, looking awake for the first time.
“Frannie! He drove six hours? Each way???”
I nodded.
“No one’s ever done anything like that for me. He must love you.”
“We just started dating so I doubt it. I have to get ready though. He’ll be here soon.”
The kettle went off. Becky followed me into the kitchen.
“I’m happy for you, Frannie.”
I looked at her. She meant it. I could tell. Suddenly I felt bad about all the things I’d thought about her. She wasn’t a gold digger. She was just scared like the rest of us.
Scared of being abandoned.
The doorbell rang and I froze.
“Oh my God. He’s early.”