Page 37 of Game of Revenge

Now, Frankie sneaks into my room occasionally to snuggle, and we draw comfort from each other. I need the physical touch, because it helps ground me from spinning out. I have to be the voice of reason, the strong person, even when I just want to give up.

“Enough is enough!” Frankie yells as she walks into the living room.

Kier and I are mindlessly watching shit television in an effort to be near each other without talking. It feels as if we’re miles away, and I don’t know how to change this.

“What?” I ask, turning toward her. She’s in a mini skirt that hugs her every curve, and her long legs make my mouth water. The corset top pushes her breasts sky high, and I suddenly really want her heels digging into my back.

Ugh, this is a really bad time to pop a tent in my joggers. They don’t hide much, but Kiernan isn’t paying attention to me, his gaze pulled from the television to Frankie.

“What’s enough? And why are you all dressed up?” he asks dully.

“You’re going to get your cute little asses up and take me out. I’m tired of the moping, and you’re both starting to smell,” she says.

Kier and I both smell ourselves, looking at Frankie in outrage.

“Okay, maybe that’s a stretch,” she mutters. “You’re delicious, but I want to go out! I will browbeat you both to get my way. Please?”

Kiernan surprises me by sighing. “If I have to deal with people, please tell me there will be alcohol, Frankie, and I’ll go,” he mutters, leveraging himself up to stand.

“Promise!” she squeals, making me smirk. She’s so damn cute. I mean, she’ll stab a bitch, but it’s still adorable.

I just won’t tell her that out loud.

Getting up, I nod. “Alright. I'll take a quick shower to make sure I don’t smell, and get dressed,” I grunt.

Frankie chuckles under her breath as Kier and I pass her on the way to shower. The house is gorgeous and spacious, but stillmanages to feel warm. She breathes life into this place, and it feels larger than life in a good way.

Walking into the room I’m in, I enter the adjacent bathroom and take a shower. The cold water I use to wake myself up feels good, and I feel as if I’m shaking myself out of a really terrible dream.

I’m in a funk, doing the same things day in and out.

I need to thank Frankie for this. A night out will be good for us.

Twenty minutes later, I’m dressed, and Kiernan is actually waiting downstairs with Frankie already.

“How did you beat me?” I ask, amused.

“You like to sit in the shower to get yourself together,” he reminds me. “I’ve always taken faster showers.”

There’s a wide ass smile on his face, and I nudge his shoulder with a grin. Even if he’s forcing himself to stay present with me, I appreciate the effort. I’ve missed my best friend and lover. Things are all twisted around. It’s nice to embrace the good things, even if this won’t last long.

His sadness is so large, it feels as if it’ll take something monumental to cross the abyss, and I no longer have the manual to all things Kier.

We take a rideshare to the club, and head straight for the bar. The music is begging for us to shake our asses, the pounding beat making my heart race in the best of ways. Life has been too heavy for too long.

We all take two shots before Frankie is pulling us onto the dance floor, and we lose ourselves to the music. I dance with both of them, and neither of them complain. There’s a section upstairs with different music that’s not as crowded, and Frankie leads us up there to have another drink and dance.

At one point, I lose track of Kier, and I pull Frankie closer to me. Her lips draw me in like a bee to honey. I can’t keep myselffrom kissing her. She tastes just as sweet, our hands groping each other as I swallow down each of her moans. It could have been hours or minutes, and I don’t think I’d notice.

“Huh,” Kier says, startling me into turning to face him.

My kiss swollen lips part to explain or maybe apologize to him. I haven’t known how to really talk to him about this like I normally would have. It’s always been easy to be truthful with him, yet it feels like a barrier is between us.

“Kiernan,” I rasp, eyes wide. “I keep wanting to talk to you about this but?—”

“I’ve been checked out,” he says, shaking his head, taking a slow sip of his beer. “This is good. I want you to be happy, and Frankie is incredible.”

“I’m not taking him from you,” she says fiercely. “It doesn’t need to be an either or thing. Tell me you get that. This isn’t an excuse for you to drift away.”

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