The Promise (The 'Burg #5)(104)

That one ended bloody, for both men, and not only had Dad done that in front of his kids without thought, he’d pushed that man into doing the same in front of his.

But even with all that, and worse, I was never more embarrassed than I was right then.

This, of course, made me freeze, perpetuating my embarrassment, seeing as I was on all fours close to Benny’s cock, staring at him, unmoving.

“Fuck,” Ben muttered, did an ab curl, grabbed me under my arms, and hauled me up his body. He rolled and covered me.

“I think I need to go to the bathroom,” I whispered, staring into his eyes probably like a deer in a road stared at the light coming its way.

“No you don’t. You need to talk to me. What’s f**kin’ with your head?”

My gaze drifted to his ear.

His hand lifted to my jaw and he ordered, “Frankie, look at me.”

I looked at him.

“What’s in your head?” he asked.

“I’m not good at that,” I admitted.

“Why?” he asked, and I blinked at his absurd question.

If I knew why, I’d be a whole lot better at it.

“Why?” I repeated, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, why?”

“Uh…I think you need to give the reasons for that, Benny,” I pointed out the obvious, but even doing it, that didn’t mean at that moment I wanted him to give me the reasons for it.

He shook his head but said (scarily), “You want that, I will, honey. But for now, I wanna know how you go hot and give it your all, lose control at a kiss, but get tense when you’re goin’ down on me.”

“I know you know I’m not good at it,” I explained.

“Okay. Is there more?”

“Isn’t that enough?”

Something moved over his face I didn’t get before he asked, “That shit with your dad eatin’ you?”

I nodded.

“Anything else?” he pushed.

My voice sounded as horrified as I felt when I reminded him, “He said I’d scored ‘the good Bianchi.’”

“Think it’s been proved conclusively that your dad’s an ass**le, babe,” Benny replied.

“That comment was more ass**le than your garden-variety ass**le, Benny,” I noted.

“Think it’s been proved your dad’s more ass**le than your garden-variety ass**le, Frankie,” Ben returned.

“You looked pissed,” I told him.

“I wasn’t pissed at what he said. He said it and I saw your reaction, and that made me pissed. I also knew what was waitin’ for you inside. He followed me out so I didn’t have my shot at warnin’ you, which made me more pissed. Not to mention, the f**kwad had his hand on me.”

He did.

“I’m sorry, Benny,” I said quietly.

“Why the women in his life apologize for him is beyond me. He’s the ass**le, not you.”

“He’s my dad.”

“He’s not. He’s the man whose seed made you. I got a good dad, babe. I know the difference.”

I stared at him, his profound words hitting me.

I was not my father. I did not behave like him. I did not live like him. He helped create me, but now…

Well, now, I was me.

And it was beginning to seep in that I’d been me a long time.

As in…always.

And that was huge.

As huge as it was, na**d in bed with Ben after giving him a terrible blowjob that was so bad, Ben felt the need to halt the festivities and have a chat, I didn’t share this latest epiphany.

Instead, I said, “You’re lucky, Benny.”

“I know, Frankie,” Ben stated. “Now enough about him. Is that it?”

“I think so.”

“Work good?”

“Yeah.”

“Your sisters or brother phone you recently?” he went on.

I shook my head.

“Good. So now, do you have any f**kin’ clue how unbelievably hot it is to see you and that body of yours, with all that crazy-beautiful hair all over my gut and thighs, takin’ my c**k with your mouth?”

My body jerked, even as I felt a spasm between my legs.

“No,” I whispered.

“Thought I was gonna come just you touchin’ the tip with your lips. You took all of me…f*ck.”

With that, his expression changed to the one I was used to when we were naked, and I felt my legs shift restlessly.

“I—” I started, but his face dipped close and I cut myself off.

“Lick, baby,” he whispered, and I felt a surge replace the spasm between my legs. “Taste me. All of me. Take your time. Suck. Glide. Get me wet. Nothin’s off-limits. Look at me while you take me. Watch what you do to me. Or, you want, I’ll get you there with you sittin’ on my face while you go down on me. I got my mouth on you, you won’t think of anything but that and my cock.”

Oh God, I wanted that. And he was right. If his mouth was on me, I wouldn’t think of anything but what he was doing, doing it with him in my mouth.

I kept shifting.

“Or you can kneel in the bed next to me and give me your pu**y. I’ll play with you while you suck me off.”

At that, I stopped shifting and started squirming because I wanted that too.