Page 60 of Winning You
Lucas pulled his feet away and sat forward. “Will you make me come?”
Frankie chuckled, his laugh low and rumbling so deep Lucas could feel it across his skin. “I will absolutely make you come.” The couch shifted, and Lucas knew he’d stood up, and then two hands took his and pulled him to his feet. “You know where the bedroom is?”
It took Lucas a second to remember where he was standing in the room, and then he pointed to his right. He was kissed for his answer. “Follow me.”
So he did.
The bedroom layout was technically the same as his, but Frankie’s bed was in the middle of the room instead of pushed against the wall. Lucas’s was wedged in the corner and covered in pillows and blankets so he could create a little nest in the L shape. His friends at school used to make fun of him for it, but no one had ever been able to shame him for needing his small comforts.
He ran his hands around the mattress—soft sheets, thick comforter, closer to the ground than his own bed, which probably had something to do with Elodie. Frankie also onlyhad a couple of pillows, but Lucas didn’t mind since he wasn’t going to be sleeping here.
He went for his jeans, but Frankie stopped him just as he was popping the button open. “Let me?”
Lucas scoffed. “I can definitely get undressed on my own. I learned that shit before I could walk.”
Frankie burst into laughter, burying the sound in the side of Lucas’s neck. “Oh, princess, I have no doubt about that. But I want to undress you. I want to strip you down and put my hands all over you.”
Lucas swallowed thickly. “Oh. Well. In that case, yes, please.”
Frankie hummed, the sound like a smile, and his warm fingers ghosted up Lucas’s shirt, then dragged it up over his torso, then over his head. He stretched his arms so Frankie could pull it off him, then brushed a firm, careful touch over his exposed chest. “Gorgeous.”
“Am I?”
“You don’t believe me?”
Lucas huffed a small laugh. “My version of what’s gorgeous is different than yours. The only people who tell me I’m good-looking are people who are invested in me.”
Frankie gripped Lucas by the waist and pulled him in closer. “You don’t think I’m invested in you?”
“I think that if you believed I really wanted the truth, you’d tell me.” Lucas wasn’t sure if he would. Not entirely. But something told him Frankie wouldn’t humor him just to get laid. And that he wasn’t used to saying what other people wanted to hear just to spare their feelings.
Frankie sighed and let go of Lucas’s hip to cup his cheek. “The first time I saw you, I was annoyed at how gorgeous you were.”
“Right. You made my day hell on earth?—”
Frankie quieted him with a kiss. “And I am incredibly sorry for that.”
Lucas pushed him a few inches back. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad for that.” He curled his hands around Frankie’s wrists and guided them down to his jeans. He wanted to talk about this, but he didn’t want to get off task either. He was way too horny.
“Part of the reason I was annoyed was because you were distracting me. It was already a shitty day, and then I turned up to your truck to find this gorgeous, mouthy man who wouldn’t look me in the eye. Which I understand why now,” Frankie added before Lucas could cut in. There was a smirk in his tone. “All I could think about was coming back and making it right. I would have felt bad if it were anybody, but it felt worse because it was you. Something about you was so…”
Lucas waited, holding his breath, but Frankie didn’t go on. “What?”
Frankie popped the button on Lucas’s jeans, then dragged the zipper down and shoved at them until they pooled at his feet. Lucas kicked them off, then let his feet come to rest just outside of Frankie’s. “I’ve been struggling with the right words. Everything with you feels so damn natural, and I keep thinking the other shoe has to drop. Something has to go wrong. Something has to prove to me why…”
Lucas swallowed heavily. “Why what?” he whispered.
“I…” Frankie swallowed so thickly Lucas could hear it. “I’m shaking my head. This feels a bit…too heavy.”
“Do you want me to leave?” Lucas braced himself for the rejection, but instead, Frankie tucked his fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and tugged until their bodies met again.
“Ha! No. What Iwantis to put you on my bed and suck your cock until you’re begging like the pretty little princess you are.Then I want to finger you until you’re loose and soft for me. AndthenI want to fuck you until you come.”
“Oh god.” Those words tumbled from his lips, thready and unchecked. They were more moan than speech, and he struggled to say something else—anything else—to show he was totally cool and calm and collected.
But he wasn’t.
He was a fucking needy mess.
