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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Entangled Lust, Part 7

Summary: Another night with Frank

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, mentions of bruises, mentions of abuse, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.8K

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*dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Roberta?” Frank leans in his landlord’s house, peeking around the corner, “I have a favor.”

“No,” she answers shortly, carrying a load of laundry through the hall before sitting on the couch. “Whatever it is you want, the answer is no.”

“But…”

“No, Frank.”

“I asked Miss Honey out on a date. A real date,” she cocks up her eyebrow, looking him up and down confused. The last she heard about you, you had a something. A boyfriend, dating, something. “Okay, here’s the deal, the man she’s been…seeing, he’s still out of town. She…she kinda confided in me that he makes her uncomfortable. It was just fun, but you know how I told you I saw him at the school watching her. She’s ending it.”

“And you think it’s a good idea to get involved with a woman who hasn’t broken up with this man? How do you know that she even is interested, or that she will leave him. You’re like the other woman convincing themselves that the husband will leave their wife.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Frank interjects, but his voice remains calm. His mouth turns up into a sweet smile, “We kissed. And there was no alcohol involved, and it was…Roberta, it was amazing. And we talked, and it didn’t involve kids or work. Just talked about things we liked and our childhood, and I want this date, but she’s cooking at the house, and I would like it if you watched Mary again tonight. We don’t have much time until that man comes back, and she talked about the best way to end it with him, and…she is. I know I sound crazy, but she doesn’t want to be with him. She was bored, and did whatever because I was an idiot and ignoring her. I did that. I pushed her away, and now it’s my job to bring her back into my life. Please. Pretty pretty please, and I’ll make sure she makes enough food for me to bring over here.”

“Fine,” Roberta answers quickly. Standing up she takes a few steps closer to Frank, “But I want you to be careful. I want you to guard yourself, not too much because I know how much you like this girl. And I’m only doing this because you know I would keep Mary any day of the week. Why do you think she’s scared of him? Other than the obvious of him watching her?”

“Steve, he’s friends with Bucky. He owns a club of a, uh…it’s a sex club.”

“Of the anonymous kind?” Frank nods his head, “She got mixed up in that? Mary’s sweet little teacher?”

“Rough sex isn’t off limits to teachers. We talked about it, about her kinks and preferences, and they were not a turn off, I can tell you that. But…he’s been getting rougher with her. To the point I’ve noticed she’s been off at school. She’s not enjoying it anymore. She’s scared, and I just want to have a nice quiet life with her.”

“You know, if you and her work out, you’re going to have to move. I’ve got bigger houses for you,” she runs her hand up and down Frank’s arm giving him a smile, “Protect yourself. Don’t get in too deep until you know for sure that woman is going to leave him. You’ve got a child to worry about. But you’re a grown man. I’ll keep Mary. I’m allergic to tree nuts. And I don’t want cold food, I want you to walk over here with a plate for me and Mary,” giving her the biggest smile, Frank nods his head, and starts for the door. He had a lot to do before you came over.

“You know,” you playfully say as you step through Frank’s door. He had cleaned up. It wasn’t just the apartment, it was himself as well. His usual oil crusted nails were completely cleaned. A new shirt, his messy hair was styled (even though you preferred the messy), cologne, and even his beard seemed more clean. “You didn’t have to clean to impress me.”

“Well,” he shrugs his shoulders with a smile, “Are you impressed?”

“Mhmm,” you bite at your lip, and he pulls you close to his body.

“Is this okay?” You nod your head whispering yes, and he dips in lower to you, “What about this?”

“Yes…” oh the desire to call him sir was creeping up your throat, and you weren’t sure how Frank would feel about that. So you stuff it down. Not everything Bucky told you was awful, you just weren’t sure you could explore those things with other people. You never wanted Frank to think you were a freak.

“I’m gonna kiss you, okay?”

“Okay,” your voice was already so weak. It was practically begging him to destroy you. Pressing his mouth against your own, it didn’t take long until you were putty in his arms. The kiss was vastly different from Bucky. There was so much need and desire. With Bucky it was this animalistic lust.

With Frank you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, you did prefer it messy. Your body was naturally arching into him. His hands were only on your back, and his lips were only on yours, but you felt him all over your body. There was a need to have him. Your body wanted what it wanted, and you wanted what you wanted, and Frank just happened to be the answer for both.

“We should,” you whimper as his mouth places open mouth kisses on your neck. His fingers moving on the back of your neck, but his thumb rubs over the top, and a lewd mewl rings up to the ceiling, “Frank, we should…we should cook supper,” you gulp as he pulls back. The last thing you wanted to cook supper. But he made a promise to Mary and Roberta, and you were going to make sure that he fulfilled it. What you really wanted was for him to either bend you over the counter, sink into the floor with you, or throw you over his shoulder as he carried you into the bedroom.

“I’m sorry, it’s not really what I want to do,” you look down to the floor as your cheeks heat up. You are mortified at what you just admitted. It seemed like things were moving so fast. But you wanted him, you wanted Frank so bad. Wanted him more from the moment his skin touched you. It was like fire on your body, and you were struggling to stay on task of cooking supper.

It was what you should do, right? You shouldn’t rush into sex. Even if it felt like you and Frank had been playing this flirting game for most of the year. Had already spent the night in his bed. There was something with Frank that just felt right. And you wanted it. It was the one good thing that time with Bucky had taught you, and that was what your body was feeling was okay. And it was okay to act on those feelings.

Taking a deep gulp, you go to walk around Frank, but those hands slide around your waist, “Frank…”

“I want it, too. You don’t have to be ashamed.”

“And it’s not going too fast?” You peek around your shoulder, looking up at him, and his cock twitches in his pants. God, you looked amazing. Felt even better, and he hated himself for not acting on this sooner.

“No. No, I think we earned the right to go fast,” you giggle, looking up at him. “You gotta stop that.”

“Stop what?”

He blows a puff of air out his mouth, covering your entire face with his hand, and you continue laughing, “You know what you’re doing, Miss Honey.”

“Oh? We’re going with formal names, Mr. Adler,” he drops his hand, and the two of you share a quick look, before you quickly get out of his embrace, and walk to the stove. “So, no tree nuts. Um, I thought a quick and easy hamburgers and fries, but of course jazzed up would be nice? Oh, my bags.”

Frank smirks as you walk to get the things that you had brought. He could see the sexual tension build up. Could practically feel it radiating off you. You weren’t as reserved as you once were. There was this air of innocence, and still you knew exactly what you were doing. He walks behind you, and your back arches a moment. Turning to places his front to your back he rests his chin on your shoulder, smoothing his hands over your hip.

Frank notices the slight change in your face when he presses too hard on your hips, but makes no comment. Just enjoys the random sway of your body, making your ass rub over his crotch. He was ruined. This felt natural, and he can imagine you here every day doing just this. Could already see your belly swollen while he rubs over it. It felt right. It shouldn’t feel this comfortable but it does.

Frank returns from taking Roberta and Mary their plates, while you were finishing up cleaning the kitchen, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I should do it. I made a mess, and you,” you always forget how tall Frank is as he steps in front of you, and your eyes roll up to meet him. “Frank, I want you to kiss me.”

“Good,” he answers breathlessly, crashing his mouth into yours. It was the kiss that changed everything. There was no going back, and you didn’t even care. His hands graze down your back, landing at your ass before he pulls you up to him. “Is this where this is going?”

“Yeah,” you breathe in his mouth, moving your lips to his neck as he walks you into the bedroom. Crawling the two of you to the bed where you immediately start undoing his shirt. Letting your fingers run up and down his chiseled chest, before he was pulling the shirt off. Lifting you up, to pull off your shirt, and he growls at the site of your tits, and they are still covered.

Reaching behind your back, you unclasp your bra, and his hands move to kneading your tits. Pulling him closer to yours, you were aching for him. He leans down to kiss along the supple skin of your breast, and you forget how to breathe. Your body arches into him, and your legs even spread more, letting his jean covered crotch grind into you.

He was basically dry humping you, and you felt his bulge right at your entrance. Whimpering up his name, you start undoing his pants. There was enough foreplay, right now, you just wanted Frank. Needed him. Needed to feel what he felt like inside of you. Upon pulling his jeans down, you tug at his boxers, yelping when the weight of his cock falls on your thigh. “Frank!”

“I know. I know,” he whispers on your neck, his own hands getting rid of what little was left separating the two of you. Lifting your ass up to make things easier, and he slips your jeans and panties off in one swipe. Licking at his hand, he rubs it over your sex, and both of you moan at the feeling. Screaming out his name again, and he looks down at where the two of your nether regions were just right there at each other.

Gripping the base of his cock, he runs it through your glistening folds, “You always get this wet?”

“You’ve been edging me all night.”

“I’ve been…been edging you,” he only teases his mushroom tip in, before pulling out, and slapping it over your clit. Choosing to ignore the bruises on your body for now. You were clenching around nothing. Your fingers reach up to him, and you were so cute when you were desperate. Pushing back into your heat, he pulls out. Your body was trying to suck him into your core, while you were just whining.

“I have had your ass on me most of the evening. And I was edging you. Nope,” he does it again, and you scream out in frustration. “You’re worked up Miss Honey,” you sit up, and look down your body and how Frank was just running his tip through your slicked up pussy lips. His precum making a mess, and your hole was being neglected.

“Frank, please, I need you,” he pushes in a bit further, but pulls out completely, and you push him off you, throwing your leg over him, and you press your hands against his chest, “I’ll do it myself,” grabbing the base of his cock, you slide yourself over him. Humming at the feeling. Sinking down slowly so you feel every part of him stretch you out, but you don’t stop until you rest on his pelvis.

The two of you just staring at one another while you get adjusted to him. Giving a few filthy grinds before you smile at him, “You fit perfectly in me,” he nods his head excitedly, starting to sit up in the bed. Bringing himself right up to you, and he cups your cheek. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“I don’t want to be too far away from you. Can you…?” You pull yourself off him before slamming right back down on him, and Frank nods. “Yeah. Yeah, you got this,” he stutters, watching you slowly sink over him. You wanted this moment to last. You needed something slow paced, where you learned Frank like this.

Your tits were right in his face, and he didn’t have anything better to do than to suck on your hardened buds. Those pretty baby blue eyes rolling up to look at you. His tongue and mouth work your nipple so good while your hips pull him in and out of you. “Frank,” you moan, slowing down even more. All night. You wanted to feel him all night.

“I know,” he answers, pulling your tit out with a pop. “We’re alone until noon tomorrow. You just have fun. Do what…whatever you want. Fuck. It’s been awhile. Fuck,” he grunts again, lifting up his hips to twist you on your back. Never leaving from inside your warmth. You fit him like a glove. He picks up the pace, rutting into you. His thumb creates tight little circles on your bundle of nerves. “My refractory period is quite short. We can do it again.”

“I don’t care as long as we can do it again.”

“Fuck!” His eyes roll into the back of his head as he starts railing into you. A beating pace that you didn’t want to come down from. Heat blooms in the pit of your stomach, and you smile up at him.

“Right there, Frank. Don’t stop. Don’t…” you bite at your lip as your walls lock around him. Pulling him down for a bruising kiss as your cunt milks his cock dry. Thick creamy cum filling up your cunt, and while fast, this was the best you had ever felt. “Frank,” your voice was wrecked, and you couldn’t wait to do this again. You hoped he had you twisted and hanging off the bed, you didn’t care what he did as long as he did it again.

“Shh, let me get you cleaned up. Get us some water and snacks. It’s going to be a long night.”

Still naked, his tight little ass walks through the house, and your eyes start to close. You could get used to him. Rules of being his kid’s teacher be damned, because you wanted him. You didn’t want just sex, you wanted him, and everything he had to offer, including Mary.

Bucky takes a long drag on his cigarette, pulling his phone up to his ear, “Find all you can on Frank Adler.”

“Why?”

“He’s fucking what belongs to me. And I’m going to have fun reminding her of who she belongs to. She can’t get away with trying to screw me over. She wants to act like a little slut. I’ll treat her like a little slut. I’ve got some videos. Maybe we need a private viewing of Miss Honey’s fucked out cunt leaking of my cum. Watch her lick the floor where I spilled out of her. See how tears mess up her makeup as her pussy gets a beating from my cock and those pretty tits just bounce around, and how she screams for more. Wonder how the dad’s in her classroom will feel about that sweet little teacher then. Make Frank watch as I loan her body out to each one of those dads. I’m tired of being nice. She’s been a very very bad girl. And now, it’s time for her to take her punishment.”

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 4

Summary: Frank makes you a promise. Ransom is getting nervous about going back to Montana

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.3K

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“Frank,” you gulp, closing the door to the camper quickly. Blocking his way to get in. “You’re back early.”

“Finished early,” he tries to step around you, but you shift your feet blocking him again. “Something wrong?”

“No,” Frank narrows his eyes, and you shake your head rapidly in protest. “Nothing is wrong. You’re just back early,” you give him a sweet smile, and he acts as if he’s going to kiss you, but instead pushes you aside to walk into the camper, stopping the moment he walks through the door, and starts spinning around to view your small little home on wheels.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” stepping up behind him, you wrap your arms around his skinny little waist, resting your chin on his shoulder. Frank didn’t smell like cologne on days like this. He smelled like sunshine, hay, and dirt. “What do you think?”

With you still attached to him, he walks around the camper, staring at every inch of it that you had changed. It needed help. The storage wasn’t great. It was outdated, it was ugly, but with the help from your mom it now looked good. Sweet even. Giving yours and Frank’s home more appeal, more places to put things besides throwing it in his truck.

“We won’t have to leave our stuff at your parents house anymore,” it was worrying that he was too silent. “Look,” you pull off him to walk into the bed space, lifting up the comforter, there’s some baskets down here, and I put our clothes in it, and we have a TV in here now, and I can actually cook on these burners. I mean, clearly our fridge isn’t big enough to store too much, but we can have milk here, and we loaded the cabinets with some snacks, and…Frank, could you say something?”

“You did this?” He whispers, sitting down at the bench by the table. Holding out his hand for you, and he pulls you into his lap. His hand circles on your knee while he continues to look around.

“Yeah. I figured if we’re going to live here it should be homey, right? Do you like it?”

“I love it,” he laughs, kissing on your cheek. “I love it so much, and I love you, and you did this for us? So does that mean you’re gonna go out on the road with us? Screw sleeping in hotels, my baby made our home beautiful. Look at the view,” he leans over to look out the big window by the bed. “I know it won’t always be that, but…it looks good. Smells like bleach.”

“I had to clean.”

“Got new bedding, too. So about going on the road,” you give him a sweet little peck, but don’t look in his eyes, “I see.”

“They didn’t pick up my contract this season.”

“You can still go out on the road with us,” rolling your eyes, Frank pulls you closer to his chest, his hand starting to drift lower down your jeans. “We’d save money on hotel rooms. We just sleep in here.”

“Frank, I gotta have a job. And I have a feeling that Bucky and Steve would be wanting to sleep on our table, and I can’t live in these tight quarters with all three of you. And I’m not literally going to be a buckle Bunny, and chase you three around rodeos.”

“Mmm, you’re just my buckle Bunny, aren’t you,” growling out, he starts nipping at your neck, and you squeal jumping out of his arms, and bolt towards the door, “Bunny!”

“You gotta catch me if you want me,” you scream out as you run outside, running around while Frank chases you. Mostly standing still, but he tries to grab at you. “Frank!”

“Oh, I am not working that hard. I’m tired.”

“You’re no fun,” you stop to catch your breath, chest heaving as you stare at him. “I don’t mind going to a few rodeos until I find a job.”

“Go to three, and then you find one. We don’t need the money that bad. It’s been a good year. We save because we live in that.”

“Frank!” You whine, walking backwards with every step he takes towards you. “We’re working to build a house. I don’t want to live in a place that has to be hooked up to places to have water and power. I need a job. Whether you have a good season or not,” he swings his arm out in front of him, but you jump back, causing him to miss again. “And I’m not sharing a camper with Bucky and Steve.”

“You mean you don’t want to have a curtain up between our bed and the rest of the camper?” You start shaking your head no, backing away a bit slower, while he is still moving at the same pace. “Make Bucky blush all sweetly from your sweet moans, and Steve in the bathroom jerking off wishing it was him getting laid.”

“No!” You scream as he pulls you close to his body, your back pushed up against his chest. “If they sleep with us, you’re not sleeping with me.”

“Sleeping with you as in fucking you?”

“Exactly.”

“Better start now then,” you start to object, but Frank was already undoing your pants, yanking them down. “Buns, quit fighting me, hun, you need this,” without being coaxed, your ass starts circling his crotch. “That’s what I thought.”

“The ground is dirty,” you whine, peeking back at him.

“The ground is literally dirt,” he growls, but walks you over to his truck, lifting you up into the backseat, and pulls your pants off completely. “Shirt off,” he grunts, removing his own, pulling down his pants, and flipping his hat backwards.

“Frank, hat!”

“Grr,” he growls, jumping into the back. He lifts his head back, roaring as he pushes into your warmth. “Come to a few rodeos with me,” you could tell the prospect of you being there made him happy. And it would be weird for you not to see him. You worried while you were there, what would it feel like to not know how he was doing the moment something happened.

“Bunny, please?”

“Yes, okay. A few shows. Oh!” You yelp as he sits the two of you up in the seat. Slapping at your ass.

“Go on, ride ‘em, cowgirl,” he loved watching you bounce over him. Didn’t care how fast you went as long as he could watch your body use him. His eyes wander over you with every move you make. Smacking your ass and holding handfuls of each cheek. “My god, you’re beautiful.”

“Frank,” you start panting, gripping hard to the seat.

“Marry me.”

“What?” You slow down before completely stopping just to stare at him. “What did you say?”

“Marry me,” this isn’t at all how you envisioned him or anyone for that matter, proposing to you. He was balls deep in your cunt, skin sticky with sweat. Even when he smirks, leaning forward to suck on your tit. His hands soothingly rub over your ass. “Bunny, marry me.”

“You didn’t plan this did you?”

“No,” he laughs, pulling off your nipple, “I would come up with something a bit better if I planned this. So you don’t want to or…you mad about the lack of a ring?”

“You’re seriously asking though? You wanna get married?” His mouth turns up in the prettiest smile, nodding his head. “We’re gonna build us a house?”

“And you’re going to be married to the sexiest cowboy there is. So is that a yes?”

“Yeah,” breathlessly answering, before you capture his lips with your own. Your body starts to move over him while you smile during your kiss. “Yes, Frank, I wanna marry you.”

His thick hands hold tight to your hips as a chorus of yeses echoes throughout the truck. He hadn’t ever seen you happier. It might not be the time now, but at least he had you completely in with him. You were all in, and all his. And he didn’t have to worry while he was on the road. You would be loyal, and waiting for him when he got back. Frank had preferred to have you on the road with him, but at least this way you would proudly tell everyone that you were engaged to Frank Adler.

“Right there, Bunny. Right there. That’s it. Yeah, baby. Yeah!” The both of you stutter your movements as you come together. Pressing your forehead against his, he peppers kisses against your lips. “We can start trying for a baby, too?”

“One thing at a time, cowboy. House, marriage, babies.”

“And then I keep you barefoot and pregnant.”

“Whatever you want.”

Curled up against Ransom’s chest, you glide your hand from his pec to his shoulder. Inhaling his expensive cologne, while his hand caresses your back. The two of you heaving as you look out the giant window gazing out at the stars. They weren’t as clear as Montana, but you didn’t care as long as you had Ransom by your side.

“Is there anything you miss about home?” Ransom whispers, and you lift off his chest to look up at him. He was so handsome, but he was also beautiful. A beauty that very few people saw, because it wasn’t his looks, it was who he was. Too many people didn’t see the kindness in Ransom that you did. He kept this soft side of him heavily guarded.

You dip your head back down to kiss over his heart, pushing yourself towards him for a chaste kiss. You loved his smooth skin. “It smells better.”

“Smells?” He laughs, that little dimple on his cheek starting to poke through.

“Yeah, everything smells fresh. And, Ran, there’s so many more stars there. You can just lay outside with a blanket. Cuddled up with each other and look up at them, and if there is a heaven, you know that’s exactly where it’s at. Even in the daytime the sky is so much more blue. There’s no neighbors.”

“I like the way that sounds.”

“Things move slower. Work is harder. But even the animals are happier.”

“Really? Did you have any pets? Or was it just livestock?”

Your eyes grow glossy as you lay back down on his chest. Running your fingers around his nipple, before he grabs your hand, weaving his fingers in yours. “I had a dog once. His name was Clyde.”

“What happened?” You shrug, but he keeps prodding. “Come on, Buns, what…”

“I don’t want to talk about it. He was a good boy, a Koolie.”

“Bunny!” Frank bursts into the camper, not having to look around too much to realize you weren’t there. “You stay here,” he sits his bundle down gently, and leaves the camper to head to your parents house. He thought he had told you he was coming home, but maybe you didn’t get the message. It was the only other place that you would be.

He wanted to surprise you. Walk into your little home and there you would be. He bounds up your parents porch, walking to the back door, and sure enough, there you were with your mom, giggling and making supper, “Buns…”

“Frank!” You skip directly over to him, sliding your hands around his neck. “When did you get in?”

“I text you I was almost here.”

“Oh,” your hands, smooth down his arm, reaching his hands, and he runs his finger over your grandmother’s engagement ring. “I must have left my phone at the camper,” he hated when you called it the camper. Doubted that while he was gone if you even stayed in it. You were probably here with your parents, and that’s why you didn’t want to keep the camper on his property.

“Oh, I, uh…I brought you a surprise.”

“We…” you look over at your mother, and back to Frank. “Supper is almost finished.”

“Right, um…this really can’t wait,” you hated when he wanted to have all your time the moment he got in. You know that he had been away for a few days, but sometimes he just had no patience, and most likely all he wanted was to go to the camper to have sex, instead of spending time with your parents.

“Hun, it’s okay. I’ll put up a plate for you two. You can come by later and get it,” it was never as good heated up. But Frank was going to continue to be persistent, and this was embarrassing.

“Right,” you whisper. He always got his way. You couldn’t wait for your own place with a giant kitchen, so you could actually fucking move around without knocking into something. “Yeah. Okay,” Frank waves to your mom, practically dragging you back down the road to the camper site.

“What couldn’t wait?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“I’ve seen your dick a few times. That's not a surprise anymore,” he throws his head back laughing, holding tight to your hand. “Oh, you’re not just wanting sex?”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not the surprise,” he opens the door to the camper and you stare horrified at the mess. There was stuff drug out into the floor, and wet spots.

“Frank, is that shit on the floor?”

“Uh,” he gives a little whistle while walking into the camper. “Here boy,” whistling again, and the sweetest little face crawls out from underneath the table. Hanging his head down low, “Bunny, you can’t get mad at that face.”

“No, I’m mad at the idiot that left a puppy in a camper. Oh my gosh, look at you,” bending over you pick the sweet little thing up, “You can get to cleaning.”

“Really?”

“Do you expect the puppy to clean?” Frank rolls his eyes, cleaning up the dog’s messes, and picking up items that he had dragged out. “Was a puppy the best idea?”

“I just feel like you get lonely when I’m at a show.”

“I have a job at a hospital though. Nursing is unpredictable, and…Frank, this is like a two foot camper.”

“This is our home,” he grunts out, going to wash his hands. “It’s bigger than two feet.”

“But he’s going to be alone.”

“You won’t be though,” Frank meant well. He really did. “We can fence in an area on the property, and you can just keep the camper parked there.”

“Build a fence before we have a home?”

“We’re gonna get a house. It just takes time,” his voice raising a bit. “I just…why are you always coming here when I leave?”

“We’re not doing this. You just got home. I’m not arguing.”

“Fine. I’m hooking it to my truck, and we’re going to the property,” you start to speak, but he was heading out the door already. You look down at the puppy, and back at the door. Running away from the conversation. At least there was a bit of food in the camper. Didn’t look like you were even going to be getting the food you helped cook. You were going to get hot dogs and potato chips.

Frank spins you out from his body, bringing you back in even closer this time. A distant song on his truck radio, but most of the noise was the puppy barking and running circles around you, and the crickets. As frustrating as Frank could be, there was this sweetness to him.

“Relax, Buns.”

“Why…oh!” He dips you back, and the pup goofily runs over to you. “Frank, you scared him!” He pulls you back up, letting your lips crash against his. And his hands drift lower on your body. Grabbing at your ass, and sliding to your belt. “Frank, the puppy.”

“Ugh, Bunny! It’s been almost a week since I’ve felt you.”

“Just enjoy my company for once,” dropping his hand, you lean over to pick up the puppy, and set him in the back of the truck before climbing in yourself, crawling into the pile of blankets, and the puppy sticks his butt in the air, wagging his tail, and barking at Frank. “Your son wants you in the truck.”

“My son, huh? That’s how this is going to be? My son needs a name,” he jumps into the back of the truck, sitting down behind you. Circling a blanket around your body, he holds you close. “He is cute though, right?”

“Him is adorable. But he’s just called puppy right now,” he goes silent, playing with your ring, and you lean back on him staring up at the stars. You were never going to get tired of this place at night. There had to be more stars here than anywhere else in the world.

Taking a deep breath you inhale Frank’s scent, letting your eyes drift close, “How many kids are you wanting?”

“Don’t we need a house first?”

“Humor me. I’ve always wanted at least one of each, but no more than four kids. Have them kinda close in age. Not too close, I don’t want to have two babies in diapers. Maybe name them after our grandparents or something. What names do you like?”

“Hmm,” he gives a bite to your neck, his hands rubbing over your tits. You’d give him this, but you wanted to talk about the future, get him more excited about your lives at hom. “I like Sally Anne Clyde,” the puppy tilts his head to the side looking at you before barking.

“Well,” you giggle, tapping at your leg, and he comes over to let you pet him, “I think you just named our first son.”

“What?”

“Frank meet Clyde.”

“Clyde, huh? In the off season, you think you’re going to ride in the truck with me and herd the cows? Or are you going to be a lazy house pet?” Clyde gives Frank a bark, before settling in between your legs. “You think you could ask for a week off or something? Come to a show. You haven’t been all season.”

“Yeah,” your eyes start to drift close, and you relax a bit more. “Yeah, I’d like that. So, uh…how much longer do you think you’re going to ride bulls?”

“Until the season is over,” you give him a swat to his hand, giggling at him. “It’s always been my dream. I’m just barely getting started. I know this is tough being away from me. Things were easier when you were on the road.”

“It’s worth it though. Not being away from you, but most couples don’t spend every waking second on the day together. We just have to learn how to navigate this. I’ll take a week off, go and be with you, and watch you, and…”

“Fuck until the sun comes up,” you swat him again, causing laughter between the two of you, and you turn back to look at him, “What? It’s fun. You’re more than just sex, but you have to admit it is fun.”

“You miss me when I’m here?”

“Of course I do. My hand sucks.”

“Frank! I’m serious.”

“Yes, Bunny. I miss you, and the way you came over to the chute to give me a kiss. The way you nervously stood by watching me, or when I got hurt how much you took care of me. I definitely miss our own hotel room. Steve snores, and Bucky moans.”

“I think he’s singing in his sleep.”

“It’s annoying. I’d much rather wake up next to you,” he leans forward, slotting his lips against yours, and you melt into his touch. This felt right, despite everything else. Clyde sleeping close to you, and your rugged cowboy kissing you so gently. It was hard being away from Frank, but moments like these made up for it. “Buns, I love you.”

“Love you, too, Frank. You think the dog would sleep through us having…”

“Yep. Yes, he will. Come on, his bed is put at the opposite end of the camper. Afterwards, I guess he can get in the bed with us. But shh, don’t get him riled up, because I’m in fact very riled up, and I’m seriously aching here and…Bunny, let’s go.”

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