Hold on to Hope

“Evan,” she said this time, her breath caressing my face.

“We do this together, Frankie. No more walls. No more barriers,” I murmured down at her.

Remorse twisted through her face, and I shook my head to stunt it.

Last thing I wanted was her focusing on the time we’d lost.

We didn’t have time to regret the past when the only thing we had was our future.

“It’s you and me, Frankie Leigh.”

She released a gush of air, and I swallowed it down, took her in a kiss that I poured into her with everything that I had.

I hoisted her up on the edge of the pool table.

Could feel her needy gasp.

Desire a lightning burst that flashed through her body.

I stepped back so I could stare at her sitting there in that skirt and that shirt.

Her brown hair was as wild as it came, mussed and frizzy, kinked up curls that I reached out and grabbed a fistful of. I spread my opposite hand out on her hip and dragged her back to me.

Dick already hard. Lust speeding out of control, the need to get lost in this girl overwhelming.

To forget. To remember.

To touch and take and tease.

I was kissing her again.

Deep and hard and demanding.

Unchecked.

Could taste her moan, and I swallowed it down, taking our kiss deeper. Tongues flicking and our hands losing the little control that we’d had.

She slipped hers under my shirt, palms rushing up my abdomen as she drew it over my head. Need thundered, and I did the same, ripping the fabric from her body so I could get to what was underneath.

Chills lifted in a flash across her skin, gooseflesh racing.

I dipped down to chase it with my tongue, kissing along the delicate curve of her neck and across her collarbone, dragging all the way down to pull her nipple into my mouth through the lace of her bra.

Nails dug into my shoulders. Sharp pricks of perfect pain as I sucked at the hard as stone peak. “Evan.” Could feel the breath of my name skate across my back.

A shiver of a pledge.

I pushed up the fabric so I could get a better taste, sucking her tight bud into my mouth, swirling with my tongue, loving it when she was fisting my hair in her hands.

I flicked my tongue out to the opposite side while I reached out to unclasp the hook of her bra.

Frankie Leigh arched as I peeled the black lace from her arms.

Begging for more.

“Fucking gorgeous, Frankie Leigh. You have any idea what you look like right now? How sexy you are? Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

I edged back, dragging my fingertip from her lips, running it down the length of her trembling throat to her quivering belly. “What do you need, Frankie Leigh?”

Her hands flew in a rash plea. YOU, EVAN. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE THING I’VE NEEDED.

My palms slipped up the tops of her thighs, chasing the goosebumps that lifted on her flesh, riding all the way under the fabric of her skirt.

It bunched up around her waist.

I took her by the knees, spreading her, a matching scrap of black lace covering her drenched pussy.

I dragged it down her legs, watching her, the way her entire being convulsed with anticipation.

Second I dropped her panties to the floor, I pushed two fingers inside her heat, her walls clutching in a needy throb.

“Evan. Please. Don’t tease me. I don’t think I can handle it tonight.”

A smirk pulled to my mouth as I pumped my fingers slowly. “You teased me my whole damn life, Frankie Leigh. Think you deserve a little of it, don’t you?”

Knew the words had to be coming off as gruff. Scraping with a demand. Because the truth was, I was just teasing myself.

Cock so damned hard it was painful.

Mind getting swept up in a rush of dizziness.

This lingering disbelief that I was worthy to touch her this way.

“You’re a liar,” she rasped. “I was always the one who was beggin’ you. Chasin’ you. You were the one who kept me waitin’.”

She angled back, planting her hands on the table behind her, spreading herself wider.

An offering.

A gift.

Everything.

“And I don’t want to wait anymore.”

I didn’t hesitate, I nuzzled my head between her thighs, going right for her swollen clit, fingers fucking her hard and fast, driving her straight into oblivion.

Frankie writhed, pressed herself closer, wanting everything I could give.

Thirty seconds later, she busted apart. A shockwave of bliss detonated.

Fracturing.

Splintering.

I led her through her orgasm, kept suckling at that sweet spot, girl panting for air as she tried to come back down.

I kept thrusting my fingers when I edged back. “Don’t get too relaxed, Unicorn Girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

Greed jutted her chest at that, and I pulled her off the pool table and spun her around.

Her hands flew out to steady herself, the girl arching back as I pushed that frilly skirt up over her waist.