Easier to Lie

Chapter Twenty-Six

We started undressing each other before he had the front door unlocked. There was something different about the way he kissed me this time. It was... electrifying, like fourth of July fireworks. Frankie had been my crush all through high school, now he was my addiction.

"Where's your room?" I somehow managed to ask in the brief moment his tongue wasn't in my mouth.

"You're in it."

"You sleep on the couch?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem for you?"

I unhooked my bra and pushed him down onto the couch. "Nope."

Something took control of my body, my mind. I wanted to do something for him, something that would show him how long I've waited for him, wanted him. Something that would make him remember me.

He made sounds I had never heard before. I went faster and then slowed down when he was almost there. Frankie grabbed my hair and pulled me up to his lips. He was being rough, but I liked it.

Frankie lifted me up on top of him. He was sitting up and wasted no time starting. I started to bite my lip to keep quiet, but Frankie lived alone. I had no reason to not be loud and enjoy myself.

My nails dug into his shoulder blades so hard that he bled. Nothing slowed him down or made him stop. And I didn't want him to.

Just when I couldn't take it anymore, he bit my neck and finished. He fell back on the couch and I collapsed on top of him.

"That's what I've been missing?"

"Your boyfriend wasn't getting the job done?"

I raised up and began getting dressed. "I don't have a boyfriend." I tossed him his jeans and shirt. "This was great, Frankie, really great, but I should get back. I want to be there when Leah comes home."

Halfway out the door I remembered that he drove us. I cursed to myself and walked back inside. Frankie stood there with a smug grin, holding his car keys.

"Can you give me a ride home?" I felt so stupid. Frankie made me nervous, always had. I just wanted to be perfect and cool for him. Besides, Eric told me to explore things with him. Was I supposed to feel guilty?

He pulled into my driveway and shut off the car. There was this look in his eyes that told me he wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. Neither was I, but the quiet was making me nervous. Someone needed to say something.

"Let's do this again sometime," he leaned over and kissed me.

"Yeah, sure," I kissed him back. "Call me, okay?"

"Okay," he whistled at me as I walked down the sidewalk to the front door

There were only two things on my mind that night; Leah's safety and if Frankie meant anything to me.

My phone rang at 3 a.m., it was Leah. Her voice was shaking, "I need to talk to you."

"Are you okay?"

"I guess. Maybe. Mom and I are heading to Sedona at ten. I just, I couldn't sleep. Adam's a paranoid mess and hasn't slept in two days."

"What about you? Are you getting any sleep?"

"Off and on, yeah. I slept all day yesterday. I can't thank you enough for what you did. You saved me, Reggie. I thought I was going to be the next victim."

"You think it was the same guy?"

"I know it was. I'll fill you in when I get there. The cops are watching me like a hawk. I wouldn't be surprised if they were listening to my calls too."