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magicxc · 3 years

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Bonafide Love

Pairing: Dark!Frank Adler x Reader

Summary: A gentleman on the surface, Frank can only keep up the façade for so long.

Word Count: 4844

Warnings: Explicit 18+, stalking, choking, non-con, unprotected sex

A/N: So this is my second entry for the shameless hoes for Chris challenge, hosted by @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 and tbh this was absolute hell to write lol. This is my longest fic by far, but I wanted to step outside of my comfort zone and try my hands at something new. So, this story is going to be told from Frank’s POV and while it was fun to write his inner thoughts, I had some trouble when it came to the smut, so please go easy on me. My prompts are as follows: Kink: Edging, Trope: Obsession/Stalker AU, Character: Frank Adler. Do enjoy and thank you ladies for hosting this awesome sauce worth of a challenge, it has been super encouraging to me.

I don't understand it. I mean I do, but I don't. For a boat to float on water, yet I always manage to sink? It's amazing really, but a mindfuck nonetheless. Some science concept about buoyancy and what not. I never quite excelled in stem related subjects, but it didn't make it any less interesting to me. I tend to spend most of my days fixing these things but, one day, I’ll own one of them for sure. Currently, this rich guy is having some boat trouble and I was happy to help. The job paid enough to help me advance two months on rent and it wasn’t anything super complicated, so I figured why not. The boat was anchored by the dock in his backyard, yeah he has that type of money, so I spent most of my days working on it at his home. It wasn't anything too serious, just a broken bilge pump and a few cabin leaks here and there. Nothing that should take me any longer than a couple weeks to fix really.

By week two it was like the perfect cliche happened. I'm sitting on the dock, cranking up some last minute changes when this gorgeous girl walks up offering me a beer. She's sporting this beautiful, yellow, daisy sundress which pops against her brown skin. It's golden hour right now and as the sun radiates off her, she gives off this ethereal like glow and I have to force myself to keep calm.

“Something to help cool you off during this Florida heat.” She offers along with a few towels to catch the sweat droplets cascading down my forehead.

I detect a bit of an accent, but I can't quite place it. Hell, I'm not even sure if I heard it, but all I know is that I want to hear her speak again. Then, my eyes travel further south to the way that her perfect, round, breasts spill out of the top of that sundress, ever so slightly. Just enough to get a taste. Dragging my arm across my forehead, I find myself sweaty for a different reason entirely, as I try to get one last peak in before she notices.

“Thanks! Ten more minutes in this blazing heat and you would've been passing me off to an EMT.” I joke.

And then I hear it. The most contagious fucking laugh. It's not high pitched and squeaky or anything like that, but there’s a light airiness to it. I take advantage of this ladys' distraction to continue eye fucking her as I finally take in the rest of her body. Her waist dips into a slight curve which then broadens out around her hips, and even from the front I can see that her ass is fat. I take in a deep breath in sheer appreciation and figure I better say something quick before I get caught lacking, only she beats me to it.

“Well I'm glad that didn’t happen. If the heat ever gets too intense please do not hesitate to come inside.” Yeah, I’d like to come inside alright.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m finishing up for the evening anyway. Although, I'm not sure we’ve met, I'm Frank. I would shake your hand, but mine is a bit dirty.”

“It's okay, how about when you’re finished you stop on by for a proper introduction then.” She urged.

Now I dont know what kind of hospitality they practice in wherever the fuck she's from, but my dick just twitched at the possibilities. Shit, get it together Frank. Still, I can't place that accent. Is it from Guyana? Turks and Caicos maybe? I’m not too sure, but it's from somewhere warm I’m positive. Maybe she can tell me now or later on when she's stuffed full of me, the choice is hers really.

“I will take you up on that, but for now I’d like to finish as much as I can while I still have a bit of natural light.” I say, gesturing my head toward the sky.

I catch it before it's gone, but she makes the cutest little pout and I give a quick smirk cause fuck I feel ecstatic that she feels this attraction too.

“Oh yes, I'm sorry to keep you distracted.” She says.

“It's a welcome distraction.” I joke.

And then she does it again, that cute chuckle. Is it too early to be in love?

“Oh and btw, my name is Y/N.” She exclaimed, holding out her elbow.

I laugh when I realise what she’s going for, holding mine out so we can bump them together and even for just a graze I can feel how smooth the skin is; and I honestly want to sink my hands into it and knead it like dough.

“Just cause it's dirty.” She jokes.

“No, I get it,” I say smiling. “That was actually pretty clever.”

“Well, after you're all cleaned up, how about we try a more suitable handshake then.”

Ok, now this chick is three for three. First time is by chance, the second is a coincidence, and the third’s a pattern. And I know I'm not tripping, she must be flirting right? I’ll give it til time four to really shoot my shot, as Mary says. Apparently, it means to take a chance and pursue an interest, I guess. I can't really keep up with the kids these days.

It's been several days since I last spoke to Y/N and I'm kinda annoyed that I didn't go and try that PrOpEr HaNdShAke of hers, but night came around fairly quickly and Roberta can only watch Mary for so long. She's a saint and I know she doesn't mind babysitting, but I try not to take advantage of her kindness. On the upside to that night, Mary and I went through the entirety of dinner and then some trying to imitate Y/N’s accent. It started out as a genuine mistake. I was so caught up in replaying our earlier conversation that I accidentally pronounced a particular word in a bit of a drawl, but for whatever reason, it cracked Mary up. A sentence here and a mimic there, we soon found ourselves going through the whole night sounding like a very poor rendition of something straight out of the Pirates of the Caribbean. God, I love that kid.

Quite frankly the boat job was done and I had just chucked it up to a lost cause until I got the call that something else had gone faulty with the boat. A freak accident if you will, but I wasn't complaining if it meant that I’d get to catch even a glimpse of Y/N. It’s nighttime once again and Mary and I had just finished dinner, but I promised to come take a look at the damage on the weekend when she goes to visit Boston. It’ll allow me to take my time so as to not rush home immediately.

It's Friday evening and I decided to make my way up to the mansion they call a house to assess the damage of the boat so that I can gather everything that I needed for the weekend to come. I get a quick run through of what needs to be fixed and as we’re making our way along the dock and up to the backyard of the house, I get offered inside for a drink.

Three beers in and we’re now in a shouting match with the football players on TV. Fucking Miami Dolphins, cant win for losing if they tried. So caught up in tonight’s game, I didn’t even hear the door open until the jingle of keys captured my attention. Looking back, a tight lipped smile graces my lips as I catch sight of who just came home. It's 10:00pm by my watch and either it’s suddenly wrong for the first time today or Y/N should’ve been home an hour ago.

“Late night?” I scolded

And I instantly hate how accusatory it sounds, because I gotta keep the cool guy thing going. As expected, I got a few raised eyebrows in my direction. So before this turns awkward I scramble to find a way to play it off, blurting out a “I would’ve saved you an extra beer had I known you were a night owl.” I say gesturing to the beer in my hand.

There's a bit of an awkward chuckle that follows and thankfully everyone lets it slide. “No thank you Frank, I’m not one for beer.” She giggles.

Her and her dad carry on in conversation for a few minutes before she takes off up the stairs.

“Goodnight daddy,” she says, kissing him on the cheek.

“Goodnight Frank,” she waves me off.

Daddy, I like the sound of that. “Night.” I mumble, taking a swig of my drink.

Another hour goes by and at this point I couldn’t care less about the game. Y/N’s been running through my mind ever since she walked in here and now I just need a reason to see her.

At this point it's a little past midnight and her dad is dozing off, doing the infamous head nod all dads do instead of just going to bed. I've sat here and watched him pitch awake every time his neck drops to his shoulders and now; he's out like a light. Easing my way off the couch, I head upstairs to Y/N’s room. If my memory serves me right, it should be two doors to the left side of the staircase.

I give a few courtesy knocks to the door before letting myself in. Fresh out of the shower, she's coming out of the bathroom as I'm walking in the door and there's a look of confusion that crosses her features. “Frank, are you drunk?” she speculated.

“No,” I say, closing the door behind me. “Are you?”

But before she has a chance to answer I continue, “You must be! You finish your hospital rounds at five and start yoga by six. Class ends no later than eight, but you don't make it home until ten. Where the hell were you?” I demanded.

At some point she’ll need to realise that she can either let me know where she is or she can come home at an appropriate time; and it's best if she learns that now. Her confusion slowly dissipates as anger takes over and as she opens her mouth to speak, I cut her off once again, attempting to deescalate the situation.

“You know the first time I saw you, for a second I didn't think you were real.”

“Frank, what the fuck are you talking about?” She scoffed.

“Walking down the dock towards me.”

“G-get out right now.” She stammered.

“The sunlight was fierce that day and as it cast its rays upon you, it gave you this halo effect. And Y/N I swear you looked like an angel.” I described.

I didn’t realize it, but during my reminiscing, I've been slowly making my way towards her. But It wasn't until we were face to face that I noticed the slight tremble in her shoulders. I reach up to cup her cheeks in my hand and stare into her eyes. Then, I try to find my next words carefully, so as to not come off creepy.

“All I'm trying to say is that you’re breathtakingly beautiful and I would love to get to know you better,” I confided. “But you have to make it home at a decent time if you want this to work out.”

So this wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances, I get it, but it still fucking stings to see my girl look at me with nothing but terror in those big, doe eyes of hers; and for a quick second irritation flashes in mine before I blink them away. Patience, I tell myself. I need to bring her along slowly.

Her face scrunches up as she begins to mock me “aLl i’M tRyInG tO sAy iS...”

“FRANK, how do you know those things?” She yells as she attempts to shake out of my embrace.

“Relax Y/N, I was just making sure you were safe.” I growl out.

“Relax? You have point five seconds to get the fuck out before I call the police.”

“You’ll have to get to the phone first." I challenged.

Her eyes darted from me, to her cell phone, lying on the bed, to the door behind me. And as annoyed as I am, I do feel a little bad for springing this on her all at once, so I have to at least try and calm her down before this goes completely haywire.

“Y/N, baby, please don’t,” I sigh. “You know as well as I do that you’re not making it to that phone or to that door.” I say matter of factly.

“I have to at least try.” She breathes out.

If I weren't so turned on, I'd be proud. My girl's a fighter, fortunately for her though, I’m gonna have to fuck it out of her. Dragging my hands from her cheeks to her palms, I gently place her hands in mine, leading her to the bed. But, she yanks her hand away in some sort of last ditch effort, and I drag it back to me, twisting it clockwise as a warning. She makes a hissing sort of sound and looks up at me with tear filled eyes, but remorse is the last thing I feel. In fact, my dick just twitches at the sight. I bring her body close to mine and resting my head in the crook of her neck, I can smell the faint scent of soap she’d just used earlier. Wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I rub them up and down soothingly saying

“Y/N, I’ll try and be as gentle as possible.”

A wheezing type noise escapes her and I feel a few teardrops hit my shoulder. I hate seeing my baby cry, but what I love is the compliance. There’s no fighting, no reluctance, just acceptance; and for that, she deserves to get rewarded.

“Baby look at me.” I demand, wiping her tears away.

“I understand that this is all new for you and I’m willing to be as patient as I can. But Y/N,” I turn serious. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you if you step out of line, so don't make me okay?”

She gives me a shaky nod in return and I press my lips to hers, eager to get started. Taking her arms, I gently raise her off the floor and lie her on the bed, facing me. This seems to wear off all the initial shock and I can already tell this night is gonna last longer than it has to. Raising up on her elbow Y/N shoots me a pitiful look, mouthing a please in hopes that it’ll change my mind. It won’t. As I start to undress, I'm not gonna lie, I do feel bad, springing this on her so soon, but that doesn't change what's about to happen, and she’ll just have to adjust.

“You wanted to know where I was earlier today, after yoga? I went for a walk.” she rambled.

Dropping to my knees at the edge of the bed, I ask “a walk where?”

“In the park. After I meditate during my yoga sessions I like to walk around for a bit, to continue my disconnect from the outside world.”

“What do you feel the need to disconnect from?”

“Just everyday life, sometimes I find it necessary to focus on -

FRANK.” She shrieks as I pull her legs toward me.

“Go on,” I urge. She shoots me another pleading look with those glossy eyes of hers, but I ignore it as I go to unwrap the towel, however her grip is unrelenting.

“Please Frank, don't do this.” She begs

“Y/N, relax baby. I just want to make you feel good. Much like yoga, you can use this experience as a way to disconnect from the loud noises of the world. Just focus your energy on your body and the way it feels, okay?” I say stroking her leg.

She gives an uncertain nod and lies back down, undoubtedly trying to find her happy place. I unfold the towel at each side and slowly spread her legs. My mouth drops open in appreciation and I have to physically stop myself from drooling. Still wet with water droplets from the earlier shower, her pussy is a glistening treasure box. It’s smooth to the touch, with a small patch of hair, in the shape of a triangle, layered at the top. A bit of a guide on where I should go and a sign I mustn't ignore.

I put my face in between her legs and inhale softly, savoring the scent of her natural musk. I dart my tongue out and lick a stripe up the slit of her opening until I get a shocked gasp in return. Smiling to myself, I raise up a little and urge her to

“Finish telling me what’s important for you to focus on.”

Diving back in, I lick several more stripes up her slit until I see that little nub of hers get swollen enough to peek out from under the hood. I swirl my tongue around it until I latch on, trying to get her body to create enough moisture for what's about to come next. There's a faint whimpering here and there, but it's nothing close to what I actually want to hear. I stop my ministrations and poke my head out to proclaim

“Y/N I'm still waiting.”

Peeking above her legs, she looks down at me for a split second, and as we make eye contact, she immediately turns her head upward to the ceiling. So my girl seems to be a little shy, oh I’ll fix that real soon. I go back to work diving my tongue on her clit and my fingers soon find their way to her slit to collect what little moisture has gathered.

“Sometimes I find it necessary to focus on my, my- myself ahhhh…." She raises up off the bed.

Gripping her hips and holding them firm to the mattress, I continue on in my earlier position, only this time, my movements turn swift. Sucking her clit between my lips, I drive two of my fingers into her heat repeatedly, until those quiet whispers have turned into full on moans. I'm soon rewarded by a gush of liquid and I lap up as much as my mouth can catch. But I don't slow down just yet. Speeding up my movements on her already sensitive body, I graze her bud with my teeth to add a little razzle dazzle and a few pumps later Y/N cums again, screaming through her orgasm and soaking my chest in the process. I decide to come up for some air and licking my lips, I climb atop the bed and bring her in for a deep kiss. There’s a bit of reluctance at first, but a firm squeeze to her jaw is quick to out that flame. A surprised gasp gives me the opportunity I need to to slip my tongue in and I just relish in the sensation of how smooth it feels.

“You taste that Y/N? That's all you baby.” I say going in for one last sloppy peck on the lips.

She gives me yet another pleading look as if to say there's still time to stop and all I can manage is a tsk, because there's no way I'm going back.

“Ready for me babe.” I ask, lining myself up to her entrance and at that she shuts her eyes closed.

I'm a little disappointed that she isn't adjusting as quickly as I’d hoped, but it's all good, I’ll have this pussy trained to crave me after I'm finished with her. Hissing as I inch myself into her sopping heat, I’m met with the warmest, most cushy pussy I've ever slid into and I have to halt my movements so I don't cum right then and there. I look down and notice a look of discomfort on Y/N’s face and the last thing I want is for her to feel uncomfortable. I want her to enjoy this as much as I will, so cupping her cheeks in my palms, I coo “Y/N, look at me.”

Her eyes flutter open and a few tears stream down her face.

“Hey no, none of that,” I say, wiping them away. “This Is supposed to be a way for you savour the disconnect from reality, remember? A chance to let your body take over while you relish in what feels good, right?” I ask, stroking her cheeks.

Once again, she gives a shaky nod and I lean down to give her a quick kiss. “I won't move until you relax.”

“Frank, please don't do this, I'm sorry, whatever it is that I did, I'm so sorry.” She babbled

“Baby no, it's nothing to be sorry for, trust me. But this is gonna happen one way or the other, so it's best to get comfortable now.”

Sliding her arms around my shoulder, she squeaks as I jerk my hips downward and I start off on a steady pace of thrusting. Letting out the most guttural moan ever, I throw my head back as I get lost in the walls of YN’s pussy. My heart begins to swell and I just have to tell her the way she makes me feel. Resting my forehead against hers I decide it's time to put all of my feelings out there.

“Y/N baby, from the moment I saw you I,- I just knew you’d be perfect,” I confessed. “And then after that day on the dock, oh I couldn't stop thinking about you.

Slowing down, I rise up above her, hooking her legs around my waist while my thumb starts to circle her clit causing a sharp yelp to follow.

“Yeah that's it, scream for me baby,” I ordered, watching her squirm. “Open those pretty, brown eyes and let me see how good my lovin’ looks on you.”

Steady in my pace, I continue to rub my thumb across her bud as Y/N’s breath becomes quicker and her eyes shut tighter. She’s close, but if I'm gonna let her come, at the very least she can look me in my eyes. So I remove my fingers and she lets out a sigh of relief.

“You know, the way you spend your Friday evenings volunteering at that shelter, it's admirable. I like a woman that’s compassionate. It means she has plenty of love to give, and I'm here to take it all baby.”

Placing my hands on her breasts, I speed up my strokes once again, delighted in the pure bliss I'm feeling right now.

“Oh and don't get me started on how you manage your way around the tennis court,” I grunt out. “Your aim could use a little work, but it's nothing some practice can't fix. And that's what I love about you Y/N. You're a well rounded person, with a perfectly balanced lifestyle. You have your work and you have your hobbies.” I say pounding into her core.

My hands squeeze a little tighter around her breasts and I know I've just crossed the very fine line of pleasure and turned this into pain. She starts that panting noise up again and I can tell, she's close once more. Gripping her breasts just a little tighter, she lets out a moan of discomfort, and although it's not what I was going for, I’ll take what I can get; for now.

“That's it. I was waiting to hear those sweet melodies you've been hiding.”

Her jaw slackens and her mouth drops open, ready to jump over that peak of pure ecstasy, before I stop completely. She huffs out a whine, no doubt frustrated and longing to get it over with I'm sure.

“No Y/N,” I say sternly, “if you wanna come then you’re gonna have to look me in my eyes while you do it."

Starting back up again, I rock into her with slow, leisurely thrusts, letting my thoughts take over.

“You know there's nothing sexier than you in your natural state, hmm?” I reached over and set about stroking her cheek.

“I mean yeah, the makeup thing is cute, but I like you just the way you are. When you come out of the shower in the mornings and start your moisturising routine, I think the only step necessary afterward is to just put on clothes, not a full face baby.”

My hand finds itself tangled in her hair as I lean down to lick one of her nipples as my other kneads her other breast.

“Oh and that birthmark beneath your left shoulder,” I breath out, “what is that, a cloud maybe?”

At that her whole body stiffens. Looking up, I see that her eyes are now wide open in shock and I can't help my small smile that soon follows. Confirming her suspicions, I let out a “ohh yeah, I've been protecting you for quite some time.”

“It’s only a matter of safety okay, but my all time favorite is when the weekends comes and you -"

“SHUT UP. Oh my God, you’re a freak. How long?” She beats at my chest, teary eyed.

“How long have you been watching me in the shadows like a creep?”

And at that my hands fly to her throat, anger consuming me.

“I've been protecting you long enough to know that you should be more aware of your surroundings.” I grit out.

Speeding up my thrusts once again I find my hand tightening around her neck as I dip down low to take her nipple back into my mouth. Grazing my teeth against them, my other hand finds its way back down to her clit and I rub furiously, setting out on a merciless pace. Arching her chest into me, she makes these wet, gurgling noises with her throat and for a split second I forgot just how hard I was choking her. Easing my hand a little, I keep a steady grip as a reminder.

“After all I go through to bring you pleasure and you speak to me like this? No, not now, not ever. If I don't teach you anything else tonight, it'll be manners.” I fume, emphasizing with a particularly harsh thrust to her cervix, causing her to shriek in return. Oh now she screams.

“Look at me.” I demand.

She turns those glossy eyes in my direction and I want so bad to comfort her, but now is not the time. She has to learn.

“Who's fucking like this huh?”

She croaks something out but it’s inaudible. My hand on her bud picks up the pace tenfold, and I get close to my own climax. This seemed to grab her attention as she whimpered out a 'you'.

“That's right baby and whose pussy is this?” A moaning mess, she manages to blurt out another 'you'.

“And tell me who's making you feel this good?” At that, she yells out a frustrated, “you, Frank, it's all you!”

“Yeah that's right me, it's me Y/N. And you’d be wise to remember that.” I taunt adding more pressure to her clit.

“I’m so-sorry Frank, just please finish me off this time.” she begged.

“Finish what?” I tease.

“Just please, let me cum.”

She's moaning up a storm with her fingers tightly gripping the sheets and I didn't think it was possible for my dick to swell any more, yet here I am, ready to explode.

Finally, she cums with a loud sob and I find myself right behind her, emptying rope after rope of my cum inside of her. Catching my breath, I slowly pull out of Y/N and drop beside her, wrapping her in my arms in the process. I hear her quick, shallow breaths and I feel a wetness hit my chest.

It’s just shock. Give it time Frank, many women get emotional after sex. She just needs to get a little used to the idea of us, that's all. Holding her, more firmly, in my arms I press gentle kisses into her hair and skin, whispering whatever I think will help; because this is only the beginning.

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nai-levinson · 4 years

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Celos de supermercado

Frank Adler x reader

-¡Viniste por mi!- gritó Mary alegre enganchándose al cuello de ella

-Nunca me olvidaría de ti- respondió devolviendo el abrazo a la pequeña- Por cierto, toda la tarea que tengas la tendrás que hacer hoy- dijo Jack soltando a Mary y colocándose la ropa

Mary solamente resopló mientras agarraba su mano para dirigirse al coche -Y eso ¿por qué?-

-Porque mañana no estaremos en casa, Frank nos llevará en el barco al pueblo del otro lado del lago ¿recuerdas?- Mary solo asintió

Cuando llegaron delante de donde estacionaron el auto, Jack ayudó a subirse a Mary para colocarla el cinturón y acomodar su mochila en el maletero, cuando acabó, se dirigió a su asiento, en la parte delantera del coche, y empezó a manejar.

De vez en cuando miraba a Mary por el retrovisor para cerciorarse de que estuviese bien

-Mary-la llamó mientras giraba el volante y metía 3ª para entrar en la rotonda

-¿si?

-Cuando acabes la tarea, tendremos que ir al súper- anunció, tuvo que frenar el coche pues un semáforo en rojo le impedía el paso

-Vale- respondió Mary elevando los hombros mientras miraba por la ventana

Cuando el recorrido dio fin, pues ya habían llegado a casa de Frank, ambas bajaron del coche y se dirigieron al porche, donde se encontraba Frank revisando unos documentos

-¡Tío Frank!- gritó una muy feliz Mary, se veía tan mona en ese momento: pelo rubio liso, mejillas sonrosadas, nariz llena de pequitas, esa voz tan tierna, a cualquiera le crea suspiros de ternura

-¿Qué tal en el cole?- preguntó Frank

-Bien, hoy en clase de Música nos enseñaron las partes de un piano y algunas partituras- Mary estaba tan emocionada por aprender cosas sobre "el piano"

-Venga Mary, a comer- Jack la dió unas suaves palmaditas en el hombro para alentarla a entrar- ¡Lávate las manos primero!- tuvo que gritar pues Mary ya había entrado a la casa

Mary únicamente devolvió un "¡vale!" De la misma forma que lo hizo Jack

-Frank ¿qué estás mirando?- preguntó la muchacha sentándose a su lado

-Los papeles para la custodia de Mary, lo tenemos crudo ¿sabes?- estaba devastado se notaba

Jack lo envolvió en un abrazo acariciando su espalda

-Yo sé que harás todo lo posible para conseguir a Mary- Frank le devolvió el abrazo, rodeándola por la cintura y así unir sus labios

Jack no sabía cómo había pasado pero ya estaba parada en medio de un pasillo de cereales azucarados escuchando como Mary se debatía entre " Caticorn" o "Unicorn Frootiloops"

-Mary cariño, creo que deberías coger unos...no sé...¿menos azucarados?- Jack estaba horrorizada leyendo los azúcares y las grasas que ambas cajas contenían, estaba claro que eso Mary no lo llevaría a casa

- Necesito azúcar, estoy creciendo- respondió la niña metiendo ambas cajas al carro

-Ls frutas también tienen azúcar- Jack elevó los hombros mientras la daba opciones

-De acuerdo- Mary fue corriendo donde Frank a ver si con él conseguía algo de provecho.

Jack sin embargo; tuvo que colocar las cajas que Mary había dejado en el carro, una vez puestas en su estante, emprendió marcha al carro y así buscar a Frank para poder salir de ese sitio, lo que no vio venir fue que al girarse sobre sí misma chocaría contra un hombre haciendo que a este se le caigan las cosas que llevaba en las manos, en un intento de ayudarle, se agacharon a la vez y entre los dos lo recogieron

Jack al alzar la vista pudo reconocer sus ojos

-¿Larry?- preguntó

Él la miró extrañado

-Creo que se confunde me llamo Barry- él al fijarse más en la mujer se acordó de ella- ¿Jack Simons? Hace años que no te veía- en un intento de abrazo, pues él estaba cargado, los dos se saludaron

-Eso, eso Barry- por dentro Jack se controlaba por no reír por ese nombre, pudo observar cómo Frank la miraba extrañado desde el final del pasillo con Mary por detrás sosteniendo unas bolsas de patatas fritas

-Bueno un placer haberte vuelto a ver- despidió Jack

-Un placer-Él la despidió con un asentimiento de cabeza y se fue

Jack agarró el carro y se dirigió hacia Frank y Mary, intentó agarrarle la mano a Frank, más este la rechazó, ella solo lo miró extrañada y algo dolida, supuso que fue por la presión

Terminaron de pagarlo, y acomodarlo en el coche

Durante el trayecto a casa de Frank el silencio que inundaba el auto era bastante incómodo, y hubiese sido en pleno silencio si no fuese por el sonido del juego de Mary

Al día siguiente las cosas no cambiaron mucho, Frank le evitaba la mayor palabra, Mary estaba extrañada y Jack lo mismo pero aún más

-Mary- la llamó- ¿Quieres nadar un rato?- la pequeña asintió, Jack la ayudó a colocarse los manguitos y minutos depures la niña ya estaba chapoteando en el agua. Una vez asegurada Mary de acercó a Frank

-¿Qué diablos te pasa?- preguntó molesta por la actitud indiferente de este

-¿A mi? Será más bien ¿¡qué te pasa a ti?! ¡Me doy la vuelta y ya estás ligando con otros tíos!- comentó él mientras paraba de ajustar las tuercas de la caja del motor

"Ligando con otros tíos" Claro, vio el abrazo con Darry. Todo hizo click dentro de ella

-¿No estarás celoso?- preguntó con burla

Frank desvío la mirada hacia el lago, sin responder

"Es obvio que está celoso" pensó Jack

-No era mi intención hacerte sentir mal- susurró ella, acercándose a Frank para quedar enfrente de él- No sabes lo mucho que te quiero

-Yo también te quiero, solo....-suspiró- Solo estoy muy inseguro de esto, de los nuestro-musitó

-No tendrías porqué estarlo, yo estoy bien, Mary está bien, tú también puedes estarlo- Le sonrió sinceramente y se besaron

-¡iuuugh! Que asco- ambos pararon de besarse para mirar a Mary, la cual los miraba con una mueca

Esa iba a ser una gran tarde en "familia"

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