Mack Daddy(72)

“What about the stuff with your father?”

“What about it? I have to accept it. But I feel very far removed from it all, to be honest. I don’t know him and probably never will. It has nothing to do with us…aside from your father and Torrie’s threats. Anyway, I think I have a plan for how to handle that situation. But I don’t want to get into it now. I don’t want to talk about anything upsetting today. I just want to spend time with you, get you feeling strong again so that we have the energy to deal with all that.”

I kept running my fingers through her long hair. “I can’t believe you’re really here. Last night, after I dropped Jonah off, I felt hopeless. I prayed for the first time that I could ever remember and asked God to help me. He sent me you. I’m pretty sure that was more than I could’ve hoped for.”

Frankie was overcome with emotion. “When we first met, you saw something in me that other people didn’t. You were the first man to come into my life and make me feel special. Life got in the way of our plans. But I want to take it back. Who says we can’t? When you left Boston all those years ago, you were supposed to come back to me. That wasn’t our time, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t still meant to be together. So, this is me coming back to you. Let this be the moment that it was supposed to be all those years ago, the start of a new beginning.”

“You make it sound so simple.”

“Why can’t it be? We’re not going to let fear rule our lives. We’ll figure it all out in good time.”

I gave into the sudden urge to lift her into my arms. “As long as you’re with me, I feel like I can handle anything.”

She wrapped her legs around my waist. “We just need to take it one day at a time. And today…we have only one mission.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s to get you cleaned up and shaved.”

“Are you saying I’m a beast?”

“I’m saying if I had gotten here two days later, I would be sleeping with Chewbacca.”

My laughter roared throughout the apartment as I put her down. “God, it feels good to laugh again.”

“When was the last time?”

I slid my hands slowly down her back. “It was with you.”

Frankie took my hand. I led her into the bathroom before turning on the faucet. She removed all of my clothes then took hers off until we were both stark naked.

She sat across from me in the small bathtub that was filled to the rim with suds and gently shaved my beard. I closed my eyes, so thankful to have her with me. When she finished, she softly kissed my face.

Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her onto my cock as she straddled me. We f*cked under the water until we both came. If last night was hell, this was my light after darkness.

I realized that this wasn’t the na?ve girl I first fell in love with. This was my woman taking care of me, taking control of my life when I’d completely lost it. I’d asked God for help, and He sent my angel.

Looking up toward the bathroom ceiling, I silently thanked him.

You did good.





Frankie and I stayed holed up inside my apartment for a few days. I was slowly coming out of my funk with a renewed determination to get my life—our lives—in order.

We finally ended up venturing out to go shopping for the apartment. Cleaning out HomeGoods, we purchased lamps, pillows, candles, artwork and other household items.

After spending the entire afternoon sprucing up the place, my cold apartment was finally looking like a home. I realized it had never really been terrible; it had only seemed that way because it was empty, a reflection of how I was feeling. Suddenly, it was a warm, inviting place. I also wanted to christen every room with her in the worst way.

That night, we took our dirty clothing to the laundromat just down the road. It was situated on the first floor of a small housing complex.

We were both standing side by side with our arms crossed, watching the clothes flying around the dryer. It was dark out, and we were lucky to have the entire joint to ourselves.

“After all these years…how did we end up in this place, doing laundry together again?” I asked.

“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? So much time can go by, so much has changed, and yet here we are. The exact same situation.”

“Except back then, we’d go upstairs to our separate rooms, and I would have to jerk away all of my sexual frustration. Tonight, I get to take you home and have my way with you. I much prefer Laundry 2.0.”

“I wanted you so badly back then,” she said.

“That thought makes me crazy. I’m getting horny just thinking about how it used to feel wanting you and feeling as though I would never have you. It was unbearable sometimes. You seemed so inexperienced and innocent back then. I remember just wanting to lift you up against the washer, wrap your legs around me, and f*ck you until you couldn’t talk.”

“Or walk.” She winked.

“That, too.” I moved in to suck on her bottom lip, slowly releasing it. “But we were too good. We never gave in to our feelings.”

“I had it so badly for you that I used to get off from just being near you, talking to you, listening to your voice. Any contact at all would make me wet. We would just be hanging out down in that basement, and my panties would be soaked.”