It was the illusion that something should be, though.
Something big.
Her breath hitched and I continued forward, now with half of my cock buried deep inside of her.
“Goddamn,” I grunted, pulling back only to press back forward just as fast.
The next minute and a half as I slowly worked myself inside of her was a lesson in control. She was tight, and I really didn’t want to hurt her.
On the other hand, I wanted to shove her so full of me that she would never forget what it felt like to have me inside of her.
I did the gentlemanly thing, though, and allowed her the time she needed to get used to how I felt.
And in the process nearly killed myself.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered. “You’re not going to fit.”
I buried my face into her throat and inhaled deeply, giving her a few seconds to adjust now that I was nearly three-quarters of the way inside of her.
“There’s still more,” I groaned.
I felt her hand snake down between our bodies and smiled against her skin when she felt how much of me was left outside of her.
“Jesus,” she whispered, grasping what was left of my cock with her fist and squeezing. “It’s not going to fit.”
I brought my fingers up to play with her nipples, and her hips jerked, causing more of me to slip inside.
“You’re tight as hell,” I reiterated. “But you were made for me. I’ll fit.”
She moaned when I circled her nipples with my fingers.
Due to the smallness of her breasts, there was no real way that I could reach her nipples with my mouth without halfway pulling out.
But I did play with them, circling one tip with the end of one finger while I slowly rocked my hips.
Eventually, I hit the end of her and came to a complete stop, eyes crossing at just how good she felt.
My breathing was now erratic, and that feeling of possession that was always present when Frankie was around went positively nuclear.
“You’re mine,” I growled against her throat, lightly biting down. “All. Mine.”
Her hands moved until they were buried in my hair again and clenched.
“Yours,” she whispered breathlessly. “Always been yours.”
Then she started to move her hips, encouraging me to do the same.
I pulled back slightly and slowly slipped back in. The feel of her tight pussy clamping around me, so hot and mine, made me feel like a caveman.
I kept repeating ‘mine’ every time I would sink back inside of her.
Her nipples pebbled into even harder little peaks, and I knew that she was close.
Hell, I’d been close since I’d tasted her.
Speaking of tasting her, I brought my lips up to her mouth and took hers in a possessive kiss.
She gave as good as she got, meeting my tongue with just as much enthusiasm.
Her hand moved until it was skimming up and down my sides, the backs of her fingers skimming up and down the scarring along my ribcage.
Her finger caught on a tender spot, and she caught my flinch.
Instead of asking if I was okay, she moved her hand slightly, changing her path so that she could avoid that spot the next sweep.
The fact that she didn’t dwell on my scars and hurts made me realize that this woman really was mine. Only someone that loved me like Frankie did, hell, that knew me as well, too, would treat me with such care.
I groaned when I felt her start to ripple around me, her impending orgasm announcing itself just as well as if she’d have said the words aloud.
I picked up speed, pushing a little harder into her, and taking her a lot more quickly.
When her legs stiffened and her back arched, I knew that she was there.
And then the goosebumps broke out over her entire body.
Her orgasm hit her—and me—like a freight train.
Hell, I’d even known the impact was coming, and still didn’t prepare as well as I should have.
She screamed out, right in my ear.
“Jesus, yes! Luca!” She squeezed.
She squeezed everywhere.
Her arms. Her legs. Her pussy.
All of it hugged me so tight that I never wanted to leave.
But my orgasm didn’t care that I was exactly where I wanted to be for the rest of my life.
It cared that I was close, and that it was hot and snug in a pretty pussy that was made for it.
Within one breath and the next, I followed her over the edge.
My balls drew up, and my spine locked.
My release zinged straight down the center of my back, settled in my balls, and shocked the absolute hell out of me.
Cum spurted before I was ready, bathing her insides in my essence.
One. Two. Three spurts. More.
Fuck, it was never ending.
It didn’t help that she was still coming, too.
The way that she was clamping down on me felt like she never wanted to let me go.
That her body wanted to forever make me a part of her.
And I was a more than willing participant if that was what she wanted.
“Luca.” She went limp between one moment and the next. Her legs falling to the bed, and her arms loosely falling down to her sides to rest on my heaving chest.
I moved until I could see into her eyes and stared into her gaze.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced,” she whispered, her hand coming up to rest on my cheek.
I turned so that I could give her palm a kiss, then squeezed her hand between my face and my shoulder.
“That makes two of us,” I said, pressing a kiss to the middle of her chest.
She wiggled weakly when I went to pull out, then half-ass locked her feet back around me.
“You’re going to have to carry us to the bathroom so we don’t make a mess,” she explained when I looked at her questioningly.
I reached over and ripped the pillowcase off of the nearest pillow, understanding that the mess was inevitable.
I felt like I’d just emptied about two years’ worth of cum into her after what we’d just done.
There was no way that I wasn’t going to make a mess.
I could at least contain it, however.
Which was what I did by pressing the pillowcase to where we were connected.
When I pulled out, I watched as my release poured out of her with me, leaking down the crack of her ass to settle on the pillowcase I’d shoved underneath of her.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
She laughed weakly.
“That was everything that I ever imagined it would be,” she whispered breathlessly. “If I’d known it would be like that, I would’ve insisted that we do it…” She suddenly trailed off.
And understanding finally hit me with the force of a battering ram straight to the chest.
Our first time.
Her first time.
She’d been a virgin.
That’d been why she was so tight.
She’d been a virgin?
“Francesca…” I said, voice ragged. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Her breath caught in her throat before she said, “That was our first time. My first time.”
The news hit me like a physical blow.
I reared back in shock, going back on my heels in the bed to stare at her.
“We never…”
She shook her head, her face heating.
“I…” She blew out a frustrated breath. “There was a point in time that Cora thought she caught me and you having sex. And then I just thought… I’m not that girl. So I decided that I wanted to wait until marriage. So… you respected my wishes. We did other things, just not that.”
‘That’ being what we’d done earlier in and what we’d followed it up with.
“Why did you let me go all the way this
time, then?” I asked curiously, not mad that I’d taken her virginity, but questioning it when she wouldn’t let me do it before. “I would’ve kept respecting those wishes.”
She sat up onto her elbow and stared at me.
I knew the moment she got up and stared me boldly in my eyes that I wasn’t going to like her explanation.
“I thought that you’d always be there at the end of the line,” she said. “That we’d be married and have time… but then you were taken. Held prisoner. And I thought you were dead. I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t ever stop you if you came back to me.”
That made sense.
She didn’t want to lose the opportunity.
I didn’t either.
“So that was our first time together officially,” I said. “I didn’t forget.”
She smoothed her hand down my cheek, cupping my chin.
“No,” she said. “You didn’t forget.”
The fact that that made me deliriously happy wasn’t lost on her.
“I’m happy that I didn’t forget that,” I admitted. “I didn’t like thinking that we’d done that before and I forgot. I feel like it was something that should’ve been permanently etched in my brain. Like you. How could I forget you?”
She smiled sadly.
“But did you?” she asked. “Did you really? You may have forgotten…but, deep down, you were drawn to me, right?”
She knew me so well.
“Yes,” I said simply.
“Then you know that you didn’t forget me,” she said. “You were just as much a stranger to me when you were Riel. Trust me when I say, you didn’t forget. Your soul recognized mine. We just had to figure out why.”
I stood up and reached for her, hauling her out of the bed.
“Let’s go get cleaned up. Then you can run with me on the beach,” I teased.
She was already shaking her head. “If it’s all the same to you, I’m going to clean up and steal your pillow. Then I’m going to go back to bed until it’s a normal time. I’m sleepy.”
I curled my arms around her hips and pulled her in tight for one last kiss. Then let her go.
“I guess I could let you sleep.”
Chapter 13
I’m returning your nose. I found it in my business.
-Luca to Captain Morgan
Luca
It was mid-morning, almost eleven, when Frankie finally emerged from the bedroom.
I’d already run, took a dip into the ocean to cool off, and showered in the outdoor shower before returning to the deck to drink coffee and wait for her to wake up.
I was now on my third cup of coffee—thank God they’d stocked the house with essentials such as coffee and coffee cups—when she finally showed her sleepy little head.
I grinned at the way she looked but didn’t comment.
“Shut up,” she said. “I didn’t feel like brushing it.”
I expected her to take the seat next to me.
Instead, she bypassed the seat and came right to me.
She climbed right into my lap and laid her head onto my chest, her hand reaching out to snag my coffee.
After taking a long sip, she said, “How did you know that you liked your coffee like that?”
That was a good question.
“I’m still learning,” I admitted. “It’s close, but still not there.”
She took another sip before handing it back.
“Did you add two sugars?” she asked.
I sifted my hand through her wild hair, working the knots and snags out as I replied.
“I did,” I confirmed.
“What about a splash of half and half?” she wondered.
“I used milk,” I admitted.
She pressed her lips to my throat and said, “Try half and half. That’s what you used to like.” She paused. “Where did you find milk?”
I grinned at the sound of disgust in her tone.
“I didn’t find any milk,” I admitted. “They had powdered milk next to the coffee.”
She made a humming sound, then snuggled in even deeper.
I finished off the rest of my coffee and rested the cup on the railing, then utilized both hands by wrapping them around her and pulling her in even tighter to my chest.
We stayed like that for a long time. Me holding her, and her laying her head on my chest and running her fingers absently over my scars.
It was only when I heard her stomach growl that I thought about food.
“You want to go grab some breakfast?” I asked. “Then we can go to the store and load up on groceries for the week.”
She made a reluctant agreeing sound, then stood up from my lap.
With the new position she was in, it put her ass directly in front of my face.
I grinned at her butt and cupped it, squeezing lightly.
She squawked in surprise as she turned around and began to laugh.
“My butt’s sore,” she admitted.
My brows rose.
“From running,” she pushed. “You made me run harder than I wanted to last time.”
I winked at her and stood up, pulling her in close when she would’ve stepped away.
After pressing a hard kiss onto her upturned lips, I let her go and pushed her slightly away when she appeared dazed.
“Frankie, clothes,” I teased.
She jerked as if I’d spanked her again, then rushed away with a large grin on her face.
It was about two minutes into her getting dressed that I heard her talking on the phone.
I’d originally been about to go in there and talk to her, but then I heard her say ‘dad’ and chose to give her time in case she needed it.
Yesterday had been rough.
I didn’t blame her for wanting to talk to her dad.
In fact, I was so deep in concentration that I didn’t hear her come back in until she spoke.
“Cora and my dad aren’t coming,” I heard Frankie say.
I blinked and looked up from the coffee I was making to find Frankie standing in the doorway that led to the back deck.
“What?” I asked. “Why?”
She bit her lip.
“I…I asked them not to come,” she admitted sheepishly.
I felt something inside my chest loosen at the knowledge that she read me that well.
“You knew I didn’t want to deal with that yet?” I asked.
She gave me a knowing look.
“I knew that you didn’t want to talk to me, let alone your family,” she said.
I was already shaking my head.
“I don’t mind talking to you,” I confessed. “That’s never been the problem.”
Her face went soft and sweet.
“I just want a few days to process this while nobody’s around,” I said. “You’re good. You ground me. But them? I think it’ll all be overwhelming.”
She came up behind me and pressed herself against my back, her face burying between my shoulder blades.
“When you’re ready,” she whispered. “But don’t wait too long, Luca. They’ve gone a long time without you.”
I knew they had.
I also knew that it was somewhat selfish wanting to get my head on straight before I told anyone.
I just knew that everything would change once I did.
***
“I’m sorry, but what?” I asked, thinking I hadn’t heard her correctly.
She pointed at a box that had caught her attention while we were shopping for groceries.
“I want to get a metal detector and take it to the beach,” she repeated.
No, I hadn’t misheard her.
“You don’t want to lie out on the beach with your friends?” I asked, just to make sure I was hearing her correctly.
She shook her head.
“Nope,” she confirmed. “I saw a video online of a man that was doing it. They actually rent the met
al detector, and the little net-like thing that you can scoop up the sand with.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it.
Then shrugged.
“Fine with me,” I admitted. “But… are you sure you want me to go with you?”
She gave me a sharp look. “Yes, I’m sure.”
I gave her an assessing look just to make sure that she was of sound mind after last night.
“Your friends weren’t very happy when they heard I was coming with you for this trip,” I pointed out. “I really don’t mind staying home while you do that.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t care if they are or are not,” I admitted. “Honestly, the only reason I came was because of the bullshit that was creeping up at home. To wait for it to die down.”
That was the only reason I came, too. Though, our bullshit was different.
She was having to deal with Cromwell and the crap that he was slinging every day at the office.
Me, on the other hand? Mine was just everyday life. Having to deal with the snickers and the glares. The questions that I didn’t have answers to. And the worry that Frankie was having to deal with Cromwell on top of all of that wasn’t the best thing in the world for me.
Lastly, I didn’t want her going by herself and something happening while I didn’t have my eye on her.
Which was mainly the reason I was here.
If I sat back at the house and watched as she did whatever she was doing—or trying to do—it’d drive me insane.
I’d eventually end up out there anyway.
“When are your friends getting in?” I asked as I put her metal detector into the cart.
“Tomorrow, from what I understand. At least a couple of them,” she answered. “They got done earlier than expected.”
“Oh, joy,” I replied sarcastically.
She snorted and slapped me on the chest playfully.
“Daddy, what’s wrong with that man’s face?” I heard a little kid ask.
I wasn’t fazed.
At least, I wasn’t by the little kid’s question.
I was fazed by the adult’s answer.
“Don’t look at him, baby,” a woman replied. “You don’t want him to catch you staring and have him try to eat you or something.”
Frankie’s eyes narrowed.
When she would’ve turned to say something to the woman, I caught her hand and pulled her into my chest, trapping her there while the family walked away.
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