California Nights: Rich Boys of California Duet

“I need to get the fuck out of here.”

“You don’t want… me?”

He grabbed my hands, pining them above me.

“Right now I want to tear those fucking panties off and dive into you. I want to grind you into that mattress with my cock until you can barely walk. I want to stay inside you all night.”

He laughed harshly.

“Fuck the night. I want to go inside you and stay there for days. Weeks. Fucking years..”

He held my hands above me with one hand while the other slid down my body. I wiggled beneath him, craving his touch.

“But you would hate me for it.”

He stared down at me and I saw the hunger in his eyes. He did want me after all.

He was… being considerate. I didn’t like it though. But I knew he was right. I wouldn’t stop him if he tried to screw me. And I would regret it.

He rolled away and lay on his back. I could see the large shape of his erect cock pressing against his jeans. I wanted to reach out and touch it. But I didn’t.

Sweet relief and a strange sort of elation came over me. I was the one who did this to him. Not that trashy blond chick from the track.

Me.

Little Miss Frannie Turner.

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

I smiled at him, feeling very womanly all the sudden.

“It is tomorrow.”

He turned to stare at me, his face serious.

“I mean it. I want to take you out tomorrow. And every other day this week.”

I rolled my eyes at him. He was exaggerating. But I would humor him.

“Okay.”

He smiled and stood up, pulling his shirt back on. I started to get up and he stopped me.

“Don’t. Just stay right there. I want to remember you like this.”

I stayed where I was, half naked on the bed. It felt weird to be undressed in front of him.

But not bad weird.

Exciting weird.

“What do you want to do tomorrow?”

I was out of breath as his finger tips traces my curves.

“What- whatever you want.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

He kissed me deeply and I wrapped my arms around him, not wanting it to end. He laughed and pulled away, wagging his finger at me. I watched as he pulled his boots on and walked to the door.

Jace looked back at me, his eyes sweeping over my body. I could actually feel the heat as he took his time looking at my legs and higher…

“I’m going to take you up on that.”

He grinned at me.

“See you tomorrow Francine.”

Chapter Sixty-Five

Jace

I stood outside Frannie’s place. I still couldn’t believe I had stopped last night without banging her. I sure as hell hadn’t wanted to leave when I did.

It had taken every ounce of my control to stop.

I knew that tonight it was going to be even harder.

So I wasn’t even going to try. If she was even half as turned on as she’d been last night, I was going to fuck her brains out. To hell with it. I just had to make sure she was out of her mind with lust.

I understood now why she’d looked so sad last night. It wasn’t the kiss Shannon had planted on me. I’d been nearly frozen with rage when my uncle described what that skank had said to Frannie.

Jesus Christ, that nasty piece of work had everything all wrong.

Frannie was perfect. Everything about her cried out for a man’s hands. She was sexy and soft and sweet.

And tonight, I was going to deflower her. I hoped.

I grinned and rang the doorbell.

Delicious smells were wafting out of her apartment when she opened the door. She looked so sweet and innocent in her soft blue sundress. And just like that, my dick got hard.

The more innocent she looked, the more I wanted to do filthy, dirty things to her.

I held up a six-pack of beer and a bunch of flowers.

I’d never bought a girl flowers before. Not from the bodega either. I’d stopped at a flower shop for these. Not roses though. Frannie wasn’t a rose type of girl. I’d gotten hot pink tulips. They reminded me of her… lips.

Both sets of them.

I’d never wanted to fuck someone this badly before. Hell, I just wanted to take her panties off and taste her.

“Come in.”

She smiled and stepped back to let me in. But I wasn’t moving an inch without a fucking kiss. I pulled her against me and laid one on her.

She was breathless by the time I lifted my head.

The night was off to a good start.

“That smells good.”

“Thanks. I hope you don’t mind not eating meat. I’m a vegetarian.”

“That’s cool.”

I didn’t care what the fuck she served me. I just wanted to get to the main event. Jesus, I felt like a rabid fucking dog waiting for a scrap of meat!

And what a delectable meal she will be…