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I knew Frankie was the one. We had sex. I took her virginity and made her mine when I didn’t even know who she was.
While I had no idea if Ellie was a virgin when she got together with Trig, nor did I want to know, he’d claimed her without knowing her real name.
Was I like my oldest brother after all?
Hell, Cam, too. He’d done something with Taylor at The Roadside before he knew her name.
“Make her yours,” Colt advised. “Bring her to dinner.”
“She’s my employee,” I reminded, which made a big difference. “Dad’s friend recommended her.”
He laughed. “Even better. He’ll take the credit for bringing you two together.”
Actually, it had been Jackson and Rocky Trout who put me and Frankie together, which I wasn’t sharing with Colt.
“It can’t happen,” I told him.
He took another bite, then washed it down with his coffee.
“I can see whysexcan’t happen in this situation,” he clarified. “Especially if it’s casual. Fine. But that isn’t the only part of a relationship.”
I gave him a look that screamed he was a dirty liarand he held up a hand. “Fine, a big part. But if sex is off the table–”
My head whipped up at his wording since that wasexactlywhere we’d done it.
“–then get to know her. Talk to her. You may have already fallen for her, but getherto fall for you. She’s not an employee if she’s your wife.”
I held up a hand. “Whoa, wait–”
Wife?
“I give you three days.”
I frowned, grabbing a fry and munching on it. “Three days?”
He nodded. “I’m guessing you’ll make it three days before you make her yours. Hell, we might even have one more baby to add to the family before too long.”
The fry tasted suddenly like sawdust at his joke.
Shit. That wasn’t happening. Sure, I’d imagined her dripping with my cum so she knew who she belonged to. I knew she was the first and only woman I was gonna take raw, but I couldn’t do that at the Trout ranch. I’d made her scream my name so everyone knew she was mine, but also Frankie herself after she left. But I hadn’t expected to see her again. Now that she was Frankie a girl, not Frankie a guy, I had another shot.
No way in hell was I letting her go. My caveman needed to claim had taken over.
Fuck, was I in big fucking trouble thinking like this.
I imagined fucking my no-longer-virgin-because-of-me employee without a condom.
How much lower could I fucking go?
14
FRANKIE
Monday night after work,I left the shop for my shift at the hotel and changed into the uniform in the break room. I was exhausted at midnight when I clocked out, but had checked the computer and found a room that hadn’t been serviced by housekeeping to sleep in. It was a perk of working the front desk, knowing which rooms were vacant. I couldn’t do it two nights in a row since I didn’t have another shift until Friday. No way could I risk this job being caught by the manager in the building on my days off. I could, though, sleep in my car in the parking lot if I bundled up. It wasn’t ideal, but it’d be safe enough.
Tuesday, my second day of work, I felt Shep’s eyes on me as I did a quick plug job on a flat tire, then came over to help lift the heavy tire onto the car that was up on the lift. Our bodies bumped as we settled it onto the bolts. Our hands brushed as he passed me the hydraulic drill.
Even in the middle of the bay, I could smell him. The same scent he had Saturday night when he pressed me into the dining table.
