"Would you stop fussing over me?" Frankie asked as he tried to move my hand away from the Steri-Strips currently helping the wound above his eye heal.

I didn’t listen and returned to my fussing. "No, if you’re going to get yourself kidnapped by my cousin and beat up on the side of the road, it’s my job to fuss over you."

Frankie repositioned me on his lap. "Cara Mia, your job is not to worry. A doctor has seen me. Your job is to warm my bed and ride my cock ...