Max and Frankie: A Knight's Revenge Novella by Elizabeth Dear

Author:Elizabeth Dear [Dear, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth Dear Publishing LLC
Published: 2023-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

FRANKIE

It appeared Little Knight meant business. Rather than taking us to the penthouse home she shared with her boyfriends to present ourselves, Hargraves led us to her large corner office.

She was reclined in her chair behind her sleek desk, dressed casually in leggings and a cropped tank top from Dominic’s gym. Her ethereal gaze bored into Max and me as we stepped into the office, questions abounding in her expression.

My nephew, in his typical tight T-shirt and dark jeans, sat atop Jolie’s desk, his legs swinging lazily as he smirked in Max’s direction. He received Butterfly’s middle finger in return, which he ignored before shooting me a look that reeked of concern. Spencer leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Jolie’s desk, arms crossed over his big chest and looking less than thrilled to have his Saturday evening interrupted, while Hargraves made himself comfortable in one of the chairs that faced the desk.

I gave Little Knight a smile and a jaunty salute as I made my way over to the big couch that was the centerpiece of her office’s small living area. She quirked an eyebrow at me, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips, and I knew that this little meeting had been called first and foremost so the four of them could be nosy.

Max followed me to the couch, but he paused before taking his usual spot pressed right into my personal space.

“I….” He wrinkled his nose as he stared at the cushions. “Is this cleaned regularly?”

I snickered as Zach’s face spread into a very cocky grin, and I had no doubt my nephew and his co-boyfriends made use of this couch to please their lady on a regular basis.

It didn’t bother me—I’d developed a healthy tolerance to all manner of bodily fluids.

Jolie just rolled her eyes. “Yes, you gutter-brained jerk. But feel free to find another seat. Maybe you can convince your man to let you sit in his lap.”

“That would be quite unprofessional, Little Knight.”

“Ugh, fine.” Max collapsed onto the cushion next to me and proceeded to wrap his large hand around the inside of my thigh like a possessive beast.

My nephew’s dark gaze zeroed in on Butterfly’s hand. “So… is this happening, then?”

“Is what happening, Zachary?” I asked innocently.

Max’s grip on my thigh tightened considerably, to the point where a little twinge of pain had my cock stirring. “It’s happening,” he said, very casual, as if he wasn’t holding me in his punishing grip to make a statement to me and only me. “Mr. Fingers will get on board eventually.”

Zach chuckled. “Sounds like you have a death wish, man. Don’t push Frankie like that.”

“Mind your own fucking business, Ferrero,” Max snapped with a deadly smile, his eyes dancing. “Nobody on this goddamn planet can push Frankie anywhere he doesn’t want to go.”

I couldn’t help my delighted sigh at his ardent yet unnecessary defense of me. “So gallant, Butterfly.”

Spencer grunted. “Fuck, it’s true, then.”

“I told you guys,” Hargraves added, shrugging helplessly in his chair.

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