Frankie X Mac Novels & Stories

And lust kicked him right in the balls. “Macie. Darlin’, don’t look at me like that. We’re supposed to be hangin’ out. Talkin’. Actin’ like a normal couple.” “Fuck being normal. I’d rather have you fucking me.” She lunged across the table. The pie plates skidded and crashed to the floor. He barely caught the can of whipped cream before it rolled off the table. Macie smashed her mouth to his and he fell into heaven. Yeah. Fuck normal.

Jaxon I still couldn't fucking believe the Frankie brothers had pulled that shit. I gave them back their kid for Christ's sake! Marino and I thought, "Hey, let's be the bigger men, let's make nice!" And look what good it did me. I was so pissed off I wanted to put my fist through somebody's skull. Anybody associated with the Frankie brothers would do. It didn't really matter who.

Frankie yelled from the car. I turned back toward him. “Why .: I have no idea whatever you mean Franklin…” I said in my best Scarlett O’Hara voice. “What the fuck…. Did y’all get high on the way here??” Oliver asked. I gasped. “Noo but we should have!” I exclaimed. “Don’t worry I brought some for after turkey..” Frankie mumbled to me out the side of his mouth as he walked by. I didn’t mention I had planned ahead and brought one of my own….

Franky’s there, sipping on a whiskey, telling one of his famous bad jokes to Earl, one of the bartenders. “Franky,” I interrupt. “I need you to do something for me.” “Aye, Dominic,” he laughs. “Need a hot tip on the NFL? Well, I’ve got one for you just as long as you cut me in—” “This is serious, Franky,” I say, leveling my eyes at him. Franky may be a jokester with more than a couple drinks in him, but we’ve been through more than a few things together, and I know I can rely on him. “I need one of your specials. And I need it now.”

He was dark-haired and tanned and if she squinted, he looked a bit like Tom Hardy, or he would if he shaved off the scruff he called a beard. “I work,” she snapped. “I hardly think turning the pages of a fashion magazine and doodling with your colored pencils constitute work,” he replied, turning back to the Fox Sports News playing on the big screen television. “Fluff you, Frankie,” she growled. “Mia! Language!” her mother, Maria, said as she brought Frankie a beer. “I said fluff,” Mia muttered. “Thanks, Ma,” Frankie said with a grin and a wink at Mia over their mother’s shoulder.

Claimed By The New Neighbour (5) The tag team continued for a couple of hours. After so much fúcking, they decided to see if they could both fit their cócks into her pússy at the same time. They tried hard, but it never worked. Mac blamed Clark, saying his fat cóck took up too much room and wasn’t long enough. Their childish banter made Mara laugh.

Stella scoffed "Dude give me back my food!" Frankie snapped and took his spoon from Seven's mouth Seven coughed "Are you okay?" They asked at once and he nodded before glaring at Frankie Soon,,their own food was served "I should have my food back" Frankie said "Frankie stop" Winter snapped "Okay boss" Frankie said and Winter chuckled The boys cleared their throats "Don't say a word" Frankie warned "Actually Winter,,Frankie,,,,," Frankie inserted his chicken into Rocky's mouth before he spilled it

He probably had braces, which implies he grew up with a little money behind his family. “Do you know much about Mac?” I ask. Angela frowns with her face to the sun and her eyes still closed. “I stalked him once on F******k when we were on the mainland. He doesn’t have any social media.” “Hmm.” I frown. “Does he have a girlfriend or wife?” She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. The boys said not.” I stay silent. The question I really want to ask is burning a hole in my tightly sealed lips.

"He's drunk, Mac. Let it go." "All's good. She's okay." At this point, a zillion sets of eyes turned my way then quickly went back to holding-I looked up-blinked twice-swallowed, and watched as the god of football glanced down at me. Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior.

Mac said to him and jumped over the trolley as Jett started to run. “Cash or card?” the girl asked me as she tried to contain her laughter. “Card,” I said as she continued scanning items and I continued bagging them. Mac and Jett came back five minutes later with a basket laden with chips and chocolates and cookies as they both gave me a grin and started unpacking it as I shook my head again. “Aren’t you guys the Jags?” she asked Mac suddenly. “Yeah, I’m the big mouth, he’s the pretty face and Griff’s the brooding one,” Jett said as Mac smacked him behind his head again.