Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
I take off in a jog out the back door, heading straight for Cyber’s command center. If she’s not there, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.
Punching in the security code in the vault door, I hold my breath until the door swings open and…
Thank fuck.
There she is. Sitting next to Cyber, her fingers flying across the keyboard in front of her, eyes glued to the screen.
Feeling eyes on her, Frankie looks up and arches a blonde brow.
“Did you find her?” Cyber asks, hope in his voice.
My eyes flick to him and I shake my head. “The place was empty.”
Frankie’s face falls, and I feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet. She was hoping we’d find the girl. “I’m sorry, baby.” I crouch down beside her chair and take her hand. “We’ll find her. I promise.”
“I know.”
I look past her to the code running across her screen as I get back to my feet, then turn my attention back to her tired face. “Let’s get out of here for a while.”
Nodding, she climbs out of her chair. She looks exhausted, like she’s been going full throttle since I left her.
“Everyone’s heading to Eagle’s,” I tell Cyber. “You should come. Take a break.”
Cyber stands and stretches his arms over his head. “I think I will.”
I wrap my arm around Frankie’s shoulders and lead her out, feeling her lean into me. I know she’s worried about the missing girl, but running herself into the ground won’t help anyone. She needs a break, whether she realizes it or not.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, I wait for Frankie to come out of the bathroom. After we left the vault, we stopped by the clubhouse to find some clothes for her. My mom, ever thefucking meddler, already had a bag of girly shit ready for her. Frankie had peeked inside, her eyes lighting up, and insisted she needed a shower before we went to Eagle’s.
I’ve been half-hard just thinking about what might be in that bag for the last forty minutes.
The bathroom door opens, pulling me from my thoughts, and I almost swallow my fucking tongue.
Holy. Shit.
Frankie steps out, and my eyes travel the length of her.
Her blonde hair hangs loose around her shoulders, smooth and shiny, and she’s wearing makeup—not too much, just enough to make her doe eyes pop and her pink lips glossy. Her tits are pushed up and on display in the red shirt with a split at the neck. It’s all sexy as fuck, but it’s the black leather pants that hug her thighs and the red heels on her feet that have my complete attention.
Fuck me running! She’s the hottest bitch I’ve ever seen.
I lick my lips. Before this night is over, I’m going to fuck her in nothing but those goddamn shoes.
“What do you think?” she asks, a small smile playing on her lips like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
I get off the bed and pull her into my arms, grinding my hard cock against her belly. “Feel that?”
She giggles.
“That’s what I think about those goddamn shoes.”
She looks up at me through her dark lashes and bites her pouty lip. “You like the shoes, huh?”
I grunt. Fuck yes, I like the shoes. Dropping my head, I brush my lips against the side of her neck. “We could just stay here,” I suggest, my voice rough as I reach for the button on her pants.
She pushes me back, shaking her head. “Nope. You promised me a night out, and I want to see this bar of yours.”
