Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

Patting his arm, I give him a distracted smile. “I think she’ll be fine.”
“Hey.” Kris walks up to me. “You seen Frankie? It’s weird without her.”
Andy rolls his eyes. “Dude. He just said she’s got a stomachache. Listen,
would you?”
While those two devolve to bickering, I tune them out, strip quickly, and
grab a towel. When I walk by and hear their ongoing conversation, I can’t help
but think how right Kris is, how weird it is without her being here. How
unprepared everyone will be, when we’re without her for good.
As I step in the shower, water running over me, I feel the press of anxiety in
my chest. Fear that I won’t always have her, tenuous hope that no matter where
life takes her next, I’ll be by her side because we built something solid and longlasting
between us—
There’s something solid and long-lasting between you two, all right.
I glance down at my hard-on. There he is. Jutting straight out and miserably
unfulfilled, which is pretty much how it’s been most of the past few weeks. Just
thinking about Frankie makes me ache, always has. But recently, the torture’s
been all the greater, with the time we’ve been spending together, surrounding me
with her night air and orchid scent, feeling the silk of her hair brush my cheek
when she nestles into me, wrapping my arms around her in bed and tucking her
soft body against my hard one.
Emphasis on hard.
My cock twitches angrily at the memory of the way she arches into my touch
when she comes, how her full backside nestles against me when she’s ready to
fall asleep.
Groaning, I slap the tiles and turn the water ice cold, shivering while I
quickly wash myself. It works. I get my body under control but still my mind
wanders to Frankie. Biting her lip while she thinks. Stepping inside my arms,
letting me sway and kiss her. Tangled in bed, exploring, learning each other’s
bodies through clothes and stolen touches beneath them.
Snapping the towel off the hook and wrapping it around my waist, I wander
over to my locker. No need to change in the shower area now that I know
Frankie won’t be here.
Yes, my modesty on that front was entirely for her. Because I held out hope
that if I could avoid her seeing me and my dangly bits, I wouldn’t simply be one
of the guys who couldn’t be bothered to cover himself up when she was milling
around. Just like her body was and is still largely a mystery to me, I wanted mine
to be a mystery to her, too.
Come home hungry.
It has to mean for more than late dinner. My stomach tightens with nerves. I