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Chapter 40

Bones

“ Y ou look good. I think you’re ready for Heathens Hollow,” Frankie praised as he walked in on me working the bag.

I hadn’t seen him since he was released from the hospital, and I had been dreading this conversation.

I drew a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “I don’t want to let you guys down.” I unwrapped my hands and turned to face him. “I owe you an apology.”

He shook his head. “It was a fair fight. I lost.”

I frowned, still feeling guilty for the part I played in his seizure. “I didn’t know about your… health issues.”

Frankie shrugged, his movements slow and measured. “Yeah, why do you think I have your ass fighting in Heathens Hollow and not me? It fucking kills me that I can’t win this for Ari.” Frankie looked away, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. “I’m going to ask you this one time, and you better fucking tell me the truth. Nero. Where do you stand with him?”

“I met with him. You were right about that. I was even prepared to fuck up everything for my father’s care.”

Frankie nodded. “Ari filled me in on what happened. I’m sorry about your dad.” He took a step closer to me, his gaze never leaving mine. “But I need you to tell me where you stand with Nero now .”

I took a deep breath, feeling a renewed sense of determination. “I told him to fuck off, and I meant it. I gave back the money.”

Frankie narrowed his eyes, studying me for a moment before he released a slow breath. “Good,” he said, his voice low and serious. “Because we can’t afford any distractions right now. Not with what’s coming. You’re ready for Heathens Hollow, but you still have one hell of a fight ahead of you.”

I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I won’t let you down, Frankie. I’ll do whatever it takes to win this for Ari.”

“That’s what’s important to me. Ari.”

“I know. The same for me, and I know for a fact the same for Lotto.”

Frankie continued to search my face for even a hint of deception. “Nero going to leave this alone? Walk away?”

Shrugging, I said, “Doubtful, but this is my issue to handle. And I will.”

I turned to leave, but Frankie stopped me with, “One more thing.”

I froze but didn’t turn around.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I asked, “The fights? Like you said. They were fair.”

He shook his head.

There was guilt in his eyes. “What I did to you after the fight. I took?—”

I smirked. “I would have given.”

I turned and cleared the distance between us, noticing his dick hardening beneath the gray fabric of his sweats.

I reached out, placing my hand on his chest. His heart pounded beneath my touch. “You didn’t take anything I wasn’t willing to give,” I repeated so he knew I meant every single word.

His eyes fluttered shut as I traced the outline of his hardened length through his sweats.

“In fact,” I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, “I think there’s something you still want.”

His eyes snapped open, a look of pure desire in his gaze. “You have no idea,” he growled, as he reached out to grip my hips.

I smiled, my fingers working to untie the drawstring of his sweats. “I think it’s time we do something more than just fighting,” I challenged.

His eyes darkened as he pulled me closer, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, exploring every inch as if it was the first time. I moaned into this, gripping his biceps tightly.

I broke the kiss and tugged at his sweats, pulling them down just enough to free his erection. I stroked him firmly, my thumb swirling over the tip of his cock, spreading the bead of precum that had formed there. He hissed in pleasure, his head falling back as I continued to touch him.

I bit my lip, my eyes flicking up to his. “Is this what you want?” My question came out husky with desire.

He nodded, his eyes burning with a need that matched my own.

My cock hardened as I licked the long length of his dick.

Frankie’s breathing became labored as I worked my tongue up and down his shaft, savoring every inch of him. He throbbed against my lips, a testament to his growing arousal. I took him deeper into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, eliciting a low moan from him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding my movements as I pleasured him, our shared desire building with each passing moment.

He gripped the back of my head, pulling slightly at my hair. The roughness of his touch sent jolts to my cock as I took him deeper into my mouth, the warm salty taste of his precum filling my mouth.

His cock twitched at the contact with my tongue, his excitement growing. The smell of his arousal mixed with the faint scent of male sweat in my nostrils, making me even more turned on.

As I bobbed my head along his length, I took in his heavy breathing. Each groan and moan spurred me on to take him even deeper, to please him even more.

My lips brushed against the sensitive flesh beneath the head of his cock, causing it to jerk involuntarily. I reached up with one hand to tease his balls, rolling them gently in my palm as I continued to suck eagerly on him. His hips bucked forward, grinding against my face as he lost control a little more with each passing moment.

I danced my tongue around the ridge beneath the head of his cock, flicking over the sensitive spot I knew would drive him wild. Frankie groaned softly, arching into the touch as waves of pleasure washed over him.

He dug his fingers harder into my scalp now, urging me on, begging for more. I smiled against his shaft before taking him all the way into my mouth and slowly starting to slide up and down. The musky taste of him filled me, and I preened slightly at the sensation.

His balls tightened, pulling up against his body as if begging for release. But I wasn’t going to give it to him so soon. As I sucked him deeper and faster, his breathing became more ragged, his hips bucking against my face in a rhythm that matched my movements.

His cock throbbed in my mouth, leaking even more precum as I worked my tongue around the head, teasing the slit with light flicks. The taste of his arousal was intoxicating.

I took him to the back of my throat, choking on him as I moaned around him, feeling his length stretch my throat further. The sound of our combined breathing filled the room.

As I sucked him deeper, his cock twitched in my mouth. His body trembled with the effort of holding back, and I knew he was close. I reached up with one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as I continued to bob my head along his shaft. His hips bucked wildly, and he let out a low growl, the sound primal and raw.

I felt him swell in my mouth, and I knew he was about to come. He tried to pull away, but I held on tight, wanting to taste him. With a final thrust, he came hard, filling my mouth with his seed. I swallowed it down, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.

Frankie’s body went limp as he caught his breath, and I slowly pulled back, releasing his cock from my mouth with a soft pop. I looked up at him, my lips swollen from our encounter, and smiled. He returned the smile weakly, still trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he said on an exhalation, running a hand through his hair. “You’re amazing.”

I beamed at the compliment, proud of myself. It wasn’t every day I got to pleasure someone as sexy as the almighty Freakshow.

“I think this was much better than punching each other,” I said with a wicked grin.

“I’ve never been one to turn down a fight,” he began, “but I’d have to agree.”