Real-Life Prince Charming: A Friends To Lovers Romance Read online

  7

  Frank

  As soon as I walked in the old house, I knew that Amber was taking off. It reminded me of the time she had said that she was going to run away, so she didn’t have to go back with her parents. She was hasty and didn’t think things through. This was one of those times, and I found it refreshing, since she hadn’t changed all that much. The young and fiery girl was still in there, no matter how much she liked to believe that she was all grown up.

  I put the bag down and handed her the coffee. She had to put down the clothes that she was folding to put in her suitcase.

  “Where are you going? You just got here.”

  She shrugged and said that she wasn’t going to be able to stay that long.

  “So, that’s what you were planning? You were going to have your way with me and leave before I woke up? That’s cold, Amber.”

  She looked away, and I knew that even though I was messing with her, there had to be a little bit of truth about it. She certainly looked guilty and for several minutes she couldn’t even look me in the eye.

  “I wouldn’t say that it was my plan. I didn’t think I would ever see you again, and I just lost it, I guess. Sorry about that. I know that you must hate when women throw themselves at you. I am sure that you’ve had it happen all the time.”

  She was mad at me, and I didn’t understand why. Was it because I had brought it up? Was I supposed to forget it all? I hadn’t been able to forget her in all this time. It wasn’t going to change now. My second chance was quickly leaving me, and I wanted to pull it back.

  “I am not with anyone.”

  “Yeah, but they want to be with you, don’t they?”

  I shrugged. “I am not going to say that I haven’t dated. I’ve been away a long time, but there is no one special in my life. Is there someone special in your life?”

  Amber shook her head. “No, I am about as single as it gets.”

  “Then where are you running off to?”

  “I have a job, a fashion business that I told you about.”

  “It’s yours, though, isn’t it? Why can’t you stay here and just work remotely? People do it all the time.”

  I was trying to make sense of her refusal, but I knew that it wasn’t all logistical. It had to do with many factors, some that neither one of us wanted to talk about. I had my own logistical nightmare that I hadn't even thought about yet. In about a week, it was all going to come down on my head, but for now, I didn't want to think about it. I wasn't even going to get a chance to do anything like that, if she wouldn't even stay.

  “I can't just drop everything in my life to come back to my hometown. I had a life before I got that call about my grandfather.”

  “Yes, but maybe that call was meant to happen. I'm sorry that Gerald is gone, but I'm not sorry that it allowed me to see you again. It has been so long, and I have missed you more than you can imagine.”

  “You didn't miss me that much. You turned me down, again. Why would I want to make that same mistake again? It’s kind of embarrassing.”

  She really just didn't understand. I had wanted her so badly last night. I wish that she hadn't drunk so much, because then I would not have had a reason to turn her away. I certainly didn't want one. How could she ever think that?

  “You really just don't understand, do you?”

  “What is it that I don't understand?”

  “Well, for one, you were too drunk last night to even remember us having sex. Do you really want our first time together, after waiting all this time for it, to be something that neither one of us even remembers? I want you to remember every last thing that I do to you.”

  I saw her shiver, and I wanted to take that as a good sign. It wasn't a given, I knew that much, but then again, nothing ever was. Before I could really think it through, I pulled her in for a kiss. That was the only thing that I knew would show her exactly what I was feeling. There were no words that could really describe my desire for her. None that I thought would truly suffice, anyway.

  “So, is that what you're here for now?”

  I grinned and told her that I figured we could at least start with some breakfast first. She thought I was being funny, but I really wasn't. She still had a hangover, and I meant what I said. I wanted our first time to be nothing short of magical. We deserved it.

  “How about we get some carbs in you and some coffee, maybe it will help with your hangover. We don't have to do anything right now. I just want to spend some time with you.”

  “Don't you have some fancy job that you need to get to?”

  I shook my head and refused to even think about work.

  “There is no way that I'm going to work right now. Not when the girl of my dreams is back in town.”

  She said that I was laying it on thick and maybe I was, but that didn't mean that I didn't mean every last bit of it. She really had no idea how much I was into her, always had been. I didn't even think I had realized. Waking up alone without her had awakened something inside of me. It told me that I didn't want to be alone. I certainly didn't want her to leave. I was going to do anything that I could to make her stay. Whether she knew it or not, this was where she was supposed to be.

  We took the breakfast out on the porch and eventually we both started talking about the old days. It was hard not to, especially when both of us were avoiding the conversation that was going to be a little awkward. Last night was definitely a no go subject. I didn't want to upset her. She felt like a delicate flower, and I was trying so hard not to crush the petals in my hands, but they felt clumsy. I was so worried that I was going to say the wrong thing and destroy the beauty in front of me.

  “You're different, Frank.”

  “In what way?”

  She sure looked like she didn't know for certain.

  “I don't know, you look at me differently.”

  “How do I look at you?”

  “Like you think I'm going to run away at any moment.”

  I chuckled and had to agree with the assessment. That was basically how I was feeling at the moment. I wanted her to stay and I was worried about what was said. I didn't want to upset her. Before it had been so much more free and open. I didn't have to worry about walking on eggshells. It was certainly different, but I knew that most of the feelings now were of my own creation.

  “Can I be honest with you?”

  We were back at her granddad's house, and I think both of us were trying to figure out how this was supposed to look. I know that I was acting differently, but it was only because I was worried about chasing her off again. The wake-up call of being alone this morning told me that if I did the wrong thing, she was going to be gone again. I didn't want to go another ten years before I saw her again.

  “If we're going to do that kind of honesty, maybe we should start drinking early and go up to our spot. It always seems to go better when we're up there. We can be ourselves and you can stop being so uptight.”

  I chuckled at the way she said it, and even though I was a little worried about how this was all going to turn out, the idea of going back in time for a little while was definitely something that I could wrap my brain around.

  We went and got ourselves a drink and went up to the attic. It had been a long time since I had gone out onto the roof, but it seemed like the perfect place. In a way, it was going back to where it all started. I knew that the roof was the exact place where I had fallen in love with Amber.

  8

  Amber

  I don't know what was going on with Frank, but he was definitely acting differently. He was not really being himself at all. I didn't really know how to describe it, just that there was something lacking. I didn't know what it was, but I knew that the best way to take care of it, would be to go where both of us could be ourselves. It was nostalgic in a way, but as I climbed the stairs, it felt like the right thing to do. Where else was this supposed to end? Was this even an ending or a beginning?

  Once we got up to the roof, for a minute
I forgot how high up it was, and I scooched away from the edge a little bit more than I used to. I used to not be bothered by it at all and would peer over the edge, wondering how bad it would be if I just jumped. I used to climb trees when I was younger, and heights had never bothered me, but now something was making me a little crazy. Maybe my nerves were just on edge because of the man next to me. Why did I feel like all of this was starting for the first time?

  I laid back and looked up at the sky. It was not quite dark, but I could already see the stars coming out. Why did it feel like this was exactly where I was supposed to be?

  “So, are you going to tell me what's going on with you?”

  He blew out a breath and laid back next to me. I was looking at his profile, noticing the differences in the edges. His jawline was well defined, and he looked so serious. I went to my side and touched his chin.

  “I have missed your face.”

  “What?”

  He laughed, but I knew he had heard me. When he asked me again, I repeated it.

  “I forgot how strange you are.”

  I slapped him and told him that I wasn't weird. I was just stating a fact.

  “There's a lot of things that I miss about you. A lot of things about you have changed for the better, I see. I mean, you’ve really grown up.”

  He didn't have to look for me to know exactly what he was talking about. I had been flat chested for a long time, and I wasn't anymore. His attention was hard to ignore. Once again, I was feeling very nervous. Frank had that look in his blue eyes. It was the one that I had wanted to see so many times before. Now that it was there, why was I shaking so badly? Isn't this exactly what I was looking for last night?

  “Like what?”

  He pressed his lips against mine. His tongue snaked out and licked my lips, before I opened them, and I couldn't help the moan that came out. He just felt so good. He always felt so good and this was no different. This was me losing it every time he was close.

  “You kiss differently.”

  It threw me off and I had him repeat it, because I was for sure that I had heard it wrong.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Just what I said. You just kiss differently.”

  “It is probably because you are the first person that I had ever kissed before.”

  “Are you serious?”

  I looked away because he just acted like it was so impossible to believe.

  “I didn't mean to offend you. It just seems crazy. I'm glad that I was the first person you kissed. You will never forget me that way.”

  “You could have been many more of my firsts, if you wouldn't have told me no so much. You know, that really didn't do well for my ego.”

  “Trust me, Amber, you have nothing to worry about. It's pretty easy to imagine that anyone who was around you much, would want to be with you.”

  “Then why don't you?”

  It was a simple question, or so I thought. As soon as I had asked it, though, Frank was on top of me, pressing me into the shingles on the roof and asking me how I could ever believe that he didn't want me. His body was pushing into mine, wedging himself between my legs. It happened so fast and then suddenly I was enveloped by his scent and his whole person.

  “Do you know how badly I wanted to sink myself inside of you? How many times? I wanted to do it back then, but I thought I was being a man by giving you space and making us wait. If I would have known that it was going to be so long, I don't know if I would have been so adamant when you came onto me. I have thought about you for so long, and here you are, so damn hot.”

  His lips were then coming down on mine, and it was a sort of kiss that was meant to take my breath away. It worked, too. I don't know what was going on, but I knew that I did not want to be without him. I wanted to know what it was like to be with him in every way, and I returned his words with a kiss and my hips rising up to meet his.

  Frank was quick to understand what I needed and even though my idea of the two of us together was something completely different, something slow and sweet, that's not at all what happened. I started begging him to take me. The words just kept rolling out of my mouth over and over again, like I was on repeat. I didn't want to hear any more of his sweet words, I didn't want to think, I just wanted to feel, and I knew that there was one surefire way to leave thought in the rearview mirror.

  He pulled my pants down and my legs were instantly cold to the air. It didn't last long, though, because he was on top of me quickly, lending my body his heat. I did my best to ignore the shaking that started, but I didn't think I was going to be able to feel it. I didn't have to, either. No amount of cold was able to reach me when he sunk his flesh inside of me. One minute he was kissing me, and the next minute, his hips worked himself deeper than before.

  I gasped at the sudden entry and our eyes met, while his lips moved back to mine. For several moments he just lay there, sunk inside of me, not saying a word. I didn't have anything to say, either.

  While he kept hold of my eyes, he pulled out slowly and pushed himself back in. It wasn’t as quick as the first time he had entered me, but it was fast enough that, again, I made a whining sound. He had to know what he was doing to me.

  “Does that feel good, Amber? I have to tell you that you feel awesome. So damn tight. Just like I knew you would feel.”

  I didn't know exactly why he was talking to me like that, but it was certainly doing something for my psyche. It made me want to envelope him even more, and I squeezed him as hard as I could. That got me a strangled cry from deep in his throat.

  He was obviously having a hard time dealing with it and pulled out before I could really clamp down hard. The movement made me whimper and moan, as he slammed back in. I didn't know what he was trying to prove, but I would've been the first to tell him that he could do with me as he willed.

  Frank came down on me so hard and fast, that it literally took my breath away. I couldn't stop the desperate sounds that kept climbing from between my lips. He was moving so differently than what he had been the moment before. It was like he had lost all control and each push in, scratched my back against the roof, but I didn’t care. It felt so good, overwhelmingly good, and I tested out my clamping abilities.

  I started squeezing him from the inside because I knew that it would be the only way that I would be able to slow him down. That's what I thought, anyway. From his last reaction, he would take a moment to catch his breath. Which meant that I would be able to take a moment and catch my breath. Neither one of those things happened. Instead, it just threw me into my first orgasm far sooner than I would have liked it to.

  Frank pulled out quickly and I immediately started to ask why. Why was he doing this to me? Didn’t he know that now I had a hole that needed to be filled, left by him?

  I was just about to ask him that very thing when I felt his mouth on me. My head went back, and the stars were in my viewpoint as I came for the third, fourth, and fifth time.

  Frank finally moved away and laid down next to me. I was still shaking, but he was turning me onto my side and sliding back in.

  I can't even truly explain how good he felt, pressing against my walls and feeling the hunger that was inside of me. It was a huge void that had been neglected for too long, and Frank was the one that filled it. I didn’t know if I had ever felt so complete.

  Just as I thought I was able to contend with his next attack of words, I quickly realized that I was wrong. The position made him feel deeper and it took away the worry I had about falling off the damn roof. It also changed where the rough tiles rubbed against my body and now part of my tit was rubbing against the rough material.

  “Can you see now that I have been dying to be inside of you all of this time? You weren’t ready then, Amber, but you are damn sure ripe now.”

  The whole time he was talking, he was pushing deeper and deeper, and there was really nothing that I could do about it. I didn't want to. I felt better than I had in years. His words somehow made every thru
st inside even better. I did feel wanted, as much as he said that he did. Even though it had been a long time coming, it was definitely worth the wait.

  I was already sore from his pounding and his mouth. I was starting to lose control and there was no way that I could stop the sounds that came from me. I wish I could have because I sounded so desperate. I had never been to this point.

  He cupped one of my breasts that was closest to him and I swear he moved deeper. Frank had a slow, new methodical way of pushing inside of me. It was hard to control the reaction that my body had. It was so strong. I really didn't think I had ever felt this good before in my whole life. After another orgasm, my eyes started to flicker closed.

  That was about the time that he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled the bottom half of me into the air, pushing deep once more. It was like Frank no longer wanted to take me slow, apparently. Now he wanted to finish me off, even though I had been done for a while. After a few more orgasms, he finally allowed himself to come, giving me a great relief, as his penetration was more than I could handle.

  He slipped out and I slipped down onto the roof underneath me. I was shaky and all I can do was turn over on my back and look at the stars that I swore were closer than ever before. If I had the notion, all I would have had to do was reach out and touch one. That's how close they felt.

  I didn't move for several moments and I think I might have even dozed off. Frank kissed me and it was a passionate kiss that I actually wanted to ignore. He had no idea how I was feeling at the moment. I just wanted to lay here for a while and relax.

  “Now who's the quiet one?”

  “I'm pretty sure that everybody in this neighborhood knows that I am not the quiet one.”

  Even as I said it, I could feel my face getting red. I had not thought about that before. One minute I was embarrassed that he had turned me down, and the next I was embarrassed because he had given it to me so well, that I'd screamed my head off on the roof. I didn't know if that was any better.