Page 57 of Craving Francesca

“Hey, Ma,” I answered, watching her pause with her hand on the door.

“Sweet son of mine, I need my car back at some point.”

“I’ll drop it off tonight.”

Frankie let go of the door, swinging it shut behind her.

“You can just drop it at the club when you get your bike,” Mom replied. “I’ll ride in with your dad tomorrow morning and grab it.”

“You sure?”

“I hope you realize how nosy I want to be,” Ma mumbled. “But I’m not.”

“I’m aware.”

Frankie looked up, and our eyes met.

Mom sighed. “Love you. Put gas in the car before you bring it back.”

“Will do. Love you.”

I hung up the phone and let my hand drop down by my side.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Let’s take the truck,” I said, moving toward her. No reason to cause more questions if we pulled up in my mom’s rig. I set my hand on her lower back and led her over, opening the door.

“You have a penis truck,” she said as she used the running board to get inside. As soon as she’d settled, she stuck her hand out, making the universal gesture for something small with her pointer finger and thumb.

“You’ve seen my dick,” I replied dryly, shutting her inside. The hard shell was already building up around her, and we hadn’t even left my place yet.

“You must be a grower, not a shower,” she continued as I climbed into my seat. “Have a hard time in the locker room?”

“Need the big truck to tow the camper.”

She was quiet for a few minutes as I turned the truck around and pulled onto the driveway. We were a few miles down the road when she spoke again.

“I haven’t had orthodontia,” she murmured. “Just good genetics, I guess.”

“Good to know.”

“And I don’t tuck my hair behind my ears because they’re too big, and they stick out, and it makes them more noticeable.”

“Who the hell told you that?”

“I canseethem.”

“There’s nothing wrong with your ears.”

“Says the guy whose ears are a respectable size and lay flat.”

I looked at her incredulously.

“I’m not wrong.”

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

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