Page 67 of Craved By Lust

“Oh yeah? What about your brothers and your parents?” I chuckle and he looks at me, cocking his head.

“What about them?”

“Aren’t they important to you?”

“Hmm… define important.” He looks up, tapping his chin, and I laugh, finding his jokes over the top, though it’s adorable that he’s willing to say this for me.

“Okay I’ll give you scenario… if your mom and I were?—”

“You!” he smiles, making me nearly spill my tea.

“Frank! I didn’t even finish!” I laugh, but he frowns.

“Do you even need to?”

“Yes! Let me finish!”

“Fine,” he says as he grabs my foot from under the cover, massaging it, and I have to hold in a moan because knowing this boy I’ll be on my back in a second, and I just don’t have it in me! I have practice in the morning.

“Okay, if your mother and I needed a ride and you have to pick us both up, who would get the front seat?” I ask and he curls his lip like I just asked him the stupidest shit ever.

“Really, Jessica?”

“Yes, just answer,” I chuckle.

“You would,” he sighs.

“But what about your mom?” I ask him, and he scrunches up his face more.

“What about her?”

“You would make your mother sit in the back seat?”

“I wouldn’tmakeher do anything. If she doesn’t like it, she has a husband and six other sons to pick her up. Not to mention her own damn car, so why do I need to kick my woman to the back seat?” he sneers.

“Frank, you don’t understand the question!”

“My comprehension skills are elite, Jessica,” he tells me seriously as he tips the cup, making me drink some more, and I watch him over the cup.

“But we’ve barely known each other a week,” I try to reason with him. “And your mother raised you!”

“Jessica, you give me prime pussy power… that deserves recognition in itself. My mother did indeed give birth to me, so of course she raised me. What the fuck else was she supposed to do?” My mouth drops open and he leans over, hugging me tight. “Did I do a good job answering?” He lays his head down on my breast, rubbing them, sighing happily.Was he always like this?

“I mean… you certainly answered in a way I wasn’t expecting,” I chuckle at his crazy self.

“Any other answer is inefficient to my chances of doing this, so there was no other conclusion,” he shrugs.

“But that’s your mother!” I rebut.

“Yup, I’m aware, and she’ll still be my mother while sitting in the back,” he utters, sitting up, pinching my nipples and kissing them.

“Yeah, but I might not always be your girlfriend.”

“You are right. You’re my wife,” he sends my way.

“Frank, stop. I’m just saying we might not always be to—” His eyes flash and snap up to me, making me shut my lips so fast I nearly bite my tongue to stop from talking.

“Stop fucking around, Jessica. People get hurt talking like that,” he tells me, smile fading. “It’s you and me forever, little baby. You can bet on that.” He raises a brow and I feel like Hugo the Abominable Snowman when he wanted to keep Daffy Duck as a pet. I just wanna kiss him, love him, and squeeze him, and instead of calling him George, I want to call him mine.

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