What You Deserve : A Gem Stone Book

by Mary Martel

  “I…” I swallowed thickly around the sudden lump in my throat. “I…”

  “Shit, man, I know it’s weird, but don’t say anything like that to her about it. And if you can’t handle that type of relationship with her, then you better figure that shit out now and cut ties before it’s too late and you end up hurting her. I don’t like that she’s got it bad for you, but I love her enough to get over it because it’s what’s going to make her happy. You need to figure out if—”

  “Shut up,” I said, cutting him off. This fucking guy was giving me a headache and I was tired of talking out our feelings like a couple of girls. “I’m relieved, because now I know I won’t have to lose her to you when she picks you over me. I don’t give a shit about her fucked up family and I’m not judging her.”

  “You think she’d pick me over you?” he murmured in a hushed voice that sounded surprised. “Huh. I assumed she’d pick you over me if I made her choose.”

  How the hell could he even think that? It was obvious she loved him. I wasn’t even close to being there yet.

  I heard someone call his name in the background, and he sighed like his whole world had come to an end.

  “I gotta go, but I’ll be at the beach house in the morning so I can tell her myself. Thanks for looking after her for me.”

  And there he was, back to being a dick.

  “You don’t have to thank me, we both know I’m not doing it for you.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, I know. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck with you, because I am. Get used to it.”

  The fucker hung up on me after that.

  I sighed and tossed my phone into the passenger seat. It started ringing again about two minutes after I pulled back onto the road.

  My mother was calling.

  I loved her, there was no doubt about that. She was my mother and a good woman who deserved the best, but that shit she pulled with Gem earlier had pissed me off, and I wasn’t quite ready to talk to her just yet.

  Maybe tomorrow I’d call her back—if I could talk to her without wanting to reach into the phone and shake some sense into her.

  I set my phone to vibrate, cranked up the radio, and headed toward Gem’s beach house, all the while pretending like my life hadn’t turned into utter chaos.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I Want Her To Watch

  Gem

  I woke up to the delicious smell of coffee and bacon and my stomach rumbled. The arm banding tightly around my chest just under my breasts and the warmth enveloping me from Riley’s body had me sitting up in a blind panic.

  Fuck.

  Riley slept on, oblivious to the fact there was someone else in the house with us cooking in my kitchen.

  Franklin. It had to be him. No one else would be able to get past the front gate without having to ring up to the house, and that would have woken Riley and me up for sure. I’d given Riley a remote for the gate, and Franklin was in the system, so all he had to do was press his palm against a panel and the gate opened right up for him. I had to get Riley into the system, but until then, he had a remote. That was it, just the three of us could open the gate from the outside.

  I tossed the covers aside and climbed over Riley, careful not to wake him. He’d stayed up late with me, drinking and swimming in my pool. I thought he was afraid to leave me alone.

  He also had this weird thing where he had to sleep on the outside of the bed between me and the door with me sleeping by the wall. Overprotective, even in sleep.

  Lord help me, but I was falling hard for that boy.

  And I’d already fallen hard for the one I knew I’d find in the kitchen waiting for me. He’d come home, back to me, where he belonged.

  I ran down the hallway on bare feet, uncaring that I only had on a tank top and underwear. Riley slept in his underwear, so why couldn’t I?

  Franklin stood in my kitchen with his back to me, and I stuttered to a stop. He was shirtless with bare feet, and he had on a pair of black drawstring lounge pants. He was in front of the stove with a spatula held aloft in his hand.

  My mouth went dry. He was usually always so put together that I rarely got to see this side of him.

  “I know you’re there, Gems. Come get a cup of coffee for yourself while I finish up making breakfast for the three of us.”

  There was something wrong with his voice, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on and didn’t like hearing.

  I padded across the floor on silent feet until I stood directly behind him. His hair was wet, he’d clearly taken a shower when he got here.

  His body tensed as I raised my hand and pressed my palm flat against his back. I trailed my fingertips down his right side and over the two small circular scars left from being shot.

  I’d asked him about them once, and he’d told me it’d happened when he was fifteen and his family had been at war with another family.

  I’d been terrified for him every time he’d gone to do something for his dad since I’d found that out.

  He had two more scars on his front side over his abs that weren’t from being shot, but instead were long, vicious, jagged lines that he’d explained were from fighting someone with a knife.

  A fucking knife.

  Franklin’s family and their business scared the piss out of me, and I hated that was his life.

  And here I thought my childhood had sucked. It had nothing on Franks’.

  I leaned in and pressed my lips to his shoulder. I turned my head to the side and pressed my cheek to his shoulder blade as I wrapped my arms around his middle. I breathed a sigh of relief as I held on tight to him.

  He was home and he was safe.

  “I missed you,” I whispered. “I worry so much about you when you have to go do things for him. I can’t lose you.”

  I love you.

  The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I refused to say them. I couldn’t. Somehow, they got lost in my throat and never made it past my lips.

  I’d said them to him just a few days ago, but things seemed different between the two of us now.

  Besides, Franklin already knew I loved him, and he probably knew I wanted to say the words again but couldn’t. I was never able to hide anything from him, he always saw right through me.

  I heard the spatula clatter against the pan as he grunted. The stove was turned off and he moved the pans away from the heat so the food didn’t burn.

  I stumbled back as he whipped around. His hands went to the backs of my thighs and he picked me up with ease.

  “Franklin,” I murmured quietly, as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hanging on to him. “What are we doing?”

  Yes, I said “we” because whatever he was doing, I was definitely going along for the ride.

  “What I should have done a long time ago, but was too scared to even try because you don’t deserve the life you’re gonna be forced to live by being with me. But, fuck it, I’m not going to hold back anymore. I think you and I both know life’s too fucking short to hesitate, because it could all be stolen away from you in the blink of an eye.”

  His voice was dead and emotionless, but there was a burning in his eyes that I had never seen directed at me before.

  Oh yeah, something had happened while he’d been away from me, and it hadn’t been good.

  “What’s wrong?” I whispered, as I reached up to cup his cheek. I swiped my thumb across the rough stubble there from not shaving and frowned. That wasn’t right, he was always clean-shaven. “Franklin? What happened?”

  My heart beat erratically in my chest, and I slid my hand down his neck with my thumb resting right over his pulse. Though he looked calm and relaxed, his pulse beat wildly beneath my touch.

  The backs of my legs hit the island right before he dropped my ass onto it. He spread my thighs wide and slid into the space he’d created just for himself.

  His hands spanned my hips as his eyes bored into mine with an intensity that had me shaking. “We can talk after, and I promise
to explain everything to you, but right now I just need you, and this has been a long time coming. I don’t want to wait any longer. I need this. I need you.”

  Did that mean he’d had feelings for me long before I’d realized my own feelings for him? And if so, why hadn’t he said something sooner about it? Maybe I would have realized my feelings for him sooner if he’d said something. Then again, maybe I hadn’t been ready for it before and it would have ruined what we’d already had.

  He kissed me, and I melted into him as his tongue slipped past my lips. It started out slow and sweet and very, very different from the first time we’d kissed, and it left me dizzy and overwhelmed.

  I slid my hands around his shoulders and down his back, scraping my nails slightly down his back.

  He groaned into my mouth as his fingers slipped beneath my tank top, catching the hem in his grip. He dragged my top up my body, exposing my breasts, and he pulled it up over my head, forcing my arms to go up with it.

  We were forced to break the kiss as he whipped my top off over my head, and he tossed it down onto the floor.

  He’d seen me naked before, but I’d never felt this vulnerable before in front of him.

  As much as I wanted to, I didn’t cross my arms over my chest to hide my breasts from him. It’d piss him off, and I wasn’t that cowering, scared little girl afraid to be naked in front of a hot guy I wanted.

  I wasn’t an innocent little virgin here.

  And neither was he.

  I sat still, waiting patiently as his eyes trailed over my body, looking his fill as he took his sweet time.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured reverently.

  He cupped my breast and swiped his thumb across my nipple. I shivered, and my nipples immediately pebbled.

  I grabbed him by the back of his neck and dragged his mouth to mine, needing to taste more of him. We kissed, this time far more urgently than the first one.

  Our hands were all over each other, touching every inch of available skin we could get our hands on, and thankfully there was a lot of it on display for me to touch.

  I slid my hands into the back waistband of his pants, and a thrill of lust shot through me when my fingers met with smooth, soft skin. He had no underwear on, thank God. I grabbed hold of the round globes of his ass and sunk my fingers into his flesh, pulling him closer to me. I could just feel the outline of his erection as it brushed against my wet panties, and I moaned into his mouth. I wanted to feel all of him pressed up against my wet heat, and then I wanted to feel him moving inside me.

  He broke the kiss and shoved his face into my neck, groaning loudly. He trailed kisses along my throat, biting and sucking his way down to my collarbone.

  He kissed his way down my chest to my tits. I was sure he left marks along the way, either imprints of his teeth or hickeys. I didn’t even care.

  “Fuck yes,” he breathed out before he flicked his tongue against my nipple. His lips latched on, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth.

  I slid my hands out of his pants and up his back. I fisted my hand in his hair as I splayed my other fingers across his lower back and held him against me as tightly as I could while he feasted on my breasts and devoured them.

  I tipped my head back as my lips parted in ecstasy, and I moaned as my hips thrust forward, seeking out his cock. I wanted to feel him pressed up against me and running through my wet folds so badly I kept shifting forward until I found what I was looking for.

  Fuck it.

  Using my grip on his hair, I yanked his head away from me. As much as I missed his mouth on my skin, I wanted something else more.

  I pushed him back and jumped down from the counter. I dropped down to my knees in front of him, and my eyes immediately zeroed in on the impressive bulge in his pants.

  Holy motherfucker, but that thing was big.

  I licked my lips hungrily as my hands went to the waistband of his pants, eager to drag them down so I could get to the good stuff.

  I started to pull his pants down, but his fingers lifted my chin up so I could look at him, making me pause.

  Franklin’s eyes blazed with raw lust behind his glasses, and the expression had me clenching my thighs together tightly. My fingers twitched, and I wanted to put my hand down my panties so I could play with myself.

  I smirked up at Franks as his fingers moved to trail along my jaw.

  I had him right where I wanted him, and there was no denying I was the one in control here. He might have thought he had it with me being on my knees before him, but he’d be very wrong.

  I slid his pants down to mid-thigh, and his massive cock sprung free. It was thick, veiny, and already had a drop of precum at the slit on his mushroom tip.

  “Fuck, Gemmy,” he whispered hoarsely. “Keep looking at my cock like that, and I’m gonna come before you even touch me.”

  I loved that I held that much power over him, and knowing he wanted me that much turned me on beyond belief.

  I wrapped as much of my hand around the base of his cock as I could and leaned forward like I wanted to kiss it.

  I ran my tongue up the underside of it before swirling it around the tip. My lips parted, and I wrapped them around him. I slid my mouth down his length, taking as much of him in as I could, stopping when my stretched lips met with my hand.

  I sucked and licked as I bobbed up and down on his cock, my hand moving with my mouth. I hummed happily as I squeezed and pumped his cock as his hands slid into my hair. He pulled my hair back from my face and tightened his grip.

  The sneaky fucker thought to gain control of this situation by pulling on my hair and fucking my face as if he’d totally lost his humanity and turned into a fucking animal.

  Too bad for him he didn’t know how much I liked it.

  I let him take over and move me on his body. It freed me to do what I wanted, and I slipped my free hand into the front of my panties.

  I slid my fingers through my wet folds and moaned around his thrusting cock.

  “Fuck,” he hissed, and I circled my clit in total agreement.

  Fuck indeed.

  I couldn’t wait to get to that part.

  My legs began to tremble, and I could feel it coming on strong. It was gonna be a good one, better than I’d ever given myself before. Better than anyone else had ever given me before.

  “Oh, no you don’t. The first time you come with me isn’t going to be on your own goddamn fingers. It’s going to be on my fucking cock. Get your hand out of your panties, baby, and stand the fuck up.”

  Okay, well, him bossing me around and telling me what to do was hot.

  Reluctantly, I pulled my hand out of my panties like I’d been told as he used his grip on my hair to free his wet cock from my mouth.

  My lips felt sore, and I knew my cheeks were flushed and my pupils were probably blown the fuck out.

  He yanked me up to my feet. I stumbled drunkenly into him and placed my hands on his slick, sweaty chest to steady myself.

  He grunted as if my touch burned him, and his hands dropped to my panties. He grabbed a hold of them, and with a vicious yank, he ripped them right off my body. My hips jerked with the force of it, and I cried out in surprise. My nails dug into his chest, and I clung to him.

  “Franklin,” I murmured in shock.

  “Turn around, baby, and place your palms on the counter.”

  I shivered at the command and hurried to do as I was told.

  Okay, so maybe he was the one in control here after all, and I could at least admit it to myself. But never out loud to him. Certainly never that.

  I placed my palms flat against the cool countertop and spread my legs wide. I shook my ass enticingly as I swept my hair to the side and looked over my shoulder at Franklin.

  He wasn’t looking down at my ass as his fingers dug into my hips. His eyes were aimed over my shoulder and a cruel, sadistic smirk curved up his lips.

  My head whipped back around, and my own eyes widened in shock as they latched onto Riley where he s
tood in the mouth of the hallway staring hungrily at my tits.

  “Get over here,” Franklin ordered, and it was obvious he was speaking to Riley, because I was already right there. “Stand across the island from us and take your clothes off. Now.”

  Holy hell, what was Franklin doing bossing around Riley? And why the hell was Riley listening to him?

  Riley’s eyes trailed all over my body as he stood directly across from me, right where Franklin told him to go, and began undressing.

  “Mm-hm,” Franklin hummed happily as his fingers trailed lightly through the wetness between my legs.

  I whimpered as I thrust my hips back, chasing his touch, greedily wanting more.

  “Please,” I whimpered. I couldn’t take it anymore.

  My eyes stayed riveted to Riley’s fingers as he whipped his shirt off over his head. He dropped it to the floor, and his fingers moved down to the button on his jeans.

  Oh yeah, take it all off, baby.

  Franklin’s hand went to the small of my back and he pushed me forward roughly. My palms slid across the counter, and I shivered as my overheated chest pressed against the cool countertop.

  Franklin’s cock slid along my folds and brushed against my clit, making me moan as my hips jerked. The tip moved to my entrance, and he pushed his cock inside in one hard, fast thrust. My mouth opened in a silent scream as I stretched around him, and my eyes fluttered closed without my brain telling them to.

  Franklin fucked me into the counter with a brutal force that I knew would leave bruises on my hips, but fuck if I cared. I was off in a world of bliss, and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this good, if ever.

  “Touch yourself, I want her to watch,” Franklin commanded, and my eyes flew open.

  Riley didn’t need to be told twice. He licked the palm of his hand, slowly dragging his tongue down the center of his palm. He lowered his hand and wrapped his fist tightly around his cock.

  My eyes remained glued to Riley’s thick cock as he pumped his fist up and down his length. His gaze moved up from my tits to meet my eyes, and he groaned at the greedy heat he was met with in my stare.