Hearts on Fire 5: Loving Frankie(24)

She was shaking by the time they got her upstairs.

Rye went to set her down, and she held on to him tightly. She was trying to calm her breathing.

“You’re okay. None of us are going to hurt you, baby,” Rye whispered, his lips pressed against her temple.

She pulled slightly back at the sound of a faucet being turned on and water hitting tile. Her mouth nearly dropped open at the sight of the extra large walk-in shower, as well as Mike completely naked.

She lowered her eyes as Rye set her down on her feet. Turbo was there. She felt his hands on her waist as she took a quick intake of breath. He pressed her skirt and her panties down. Rye licked his lips as his eyes roamed over her breasts while Turbo kissed her shoulder.

“Let Mike help you get washed up. We’ll wait in the bedroom,” Turbo said.

But before she could move toward the shower on shaky legs, Rye gripped her hip.

“What is this?” he asked, and her entire feeling of being aroused disappeared. Rye had seen her scar.

She could attempt to lie and tell the same story she’d told Cassidy, but these men already knew she was running from her ex. They wouldn’t believe her lies, and she really couldn’t lie to them anyway.

“An injury.”

“What kind of injury?” Turbo asked, and now he knelt down on one knee and ran a thumb along the scar that went close to her groin.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Rye cupped her cheek and jaw.

“Did he do it to you?” he asked, and she closed her eyes.

“He wasn’t the one with the knife, but he was there.”

She heard Turbo curse under his breath and then Rye leaned forward and kissed her. He devoured her moans until she was pliant in his arms and no longer thinking of her ex but, instead, of joining Mike in the shower.



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Mike took her hand as Rye led her under the spray of water. She looked scared, like an injured doe unsure of who was the enemy and who was there to help her. It made him feel sick to think such a sweet young woman was so distrusting and fearful. But he put that aside and just went with his emotions and the power of the attraction between them.

“God, baby, you are so gorgeous.” He let his palms caress water down her long hair and then over her hips and up to her breasts. He cupped both extra-large mounds and watched her close her eyes, lean back against the tile, and part her lips. She was a sight, and his cock was as hard as ever.

Lowering to his knee, he licked across one perky pink nipple then to the other. His eyes caught sight of the scar Turbo and Rye had noticed, and he swallowed hard, trying to submerge his anger.

He kissed her belly as he fondled her breasts.

“You have an amazing body, Frankie. Fucking perfect.”

He looked up to see her staring at him, holding his gaze but almost frozen in place.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and didn’t reach out. He had a feeling she wasn’t only afraid and untrusting but also less experienced.

“You ever take a shower with a man before?” he asked then licked around her nipple in a circular motion before suckling a little of her breast into his mouth.

“No.” She moaned, and his cock hardened a little more.

“Well, aren’t I a lucky bastard?” He reached for her thigh and lifted it up and over his shoulder.

“Hold on, sweetness, you and I are going to do a lot of firsts in this shower.” He pressed a finger to her cunt, and she thrust against it.

“That’s it, Frankie. Just let go and feel. Know that I will never hurt you, only care for you.”

“Oh, Mike. Don’t lie to me. Please just say nothing unless you mean it,” she said between pants.

He added a second digit and then stroked the cream from her pussy to her anus, applying pressure.

“Mike.” She gasped.

“Oh, I mean it, baby. I mean every fucking word I say. I want you. You…this body is going to belong to my brothers and me. We’re going to learn every inch of your body, and you’re going to learn every inch of ours. Now touch me. You’re fucking killing me here.”

He thrust his fingers faster and lowered his mouth to her cunt. He nipped her pussy lips then swirled his tongue in the crevice. He continued to thrust his fingers then alternated with his tongue. Finally he felt her hands on his shoulders.

He moaned against her cunt.

“Mike. Oh God, that feels so good.”

He licked and sucked harder, and the feel of her feminine hands against his head and cheeks aroused him more. He slid fingers out and used his tongue and teeth to send her higher. Then he pressed a lubricated finger to her anus and pushed through.

“Oh!”

She screamed her release, and he suckled and slurped her delicious cream. Her breasts bounced, and her hands gripped his head. He lowered her thigh and eased his way up her body, kissing her flesh, sucking her breast, then taking her mouth in an exotic, deep, sensual kiss.

He gently pressed her against the tile wall as he held her hips and kissed her slowly. She ran her hands along his waist up his ribs then around his back and hugged him. He released her lips and held her there.

“Is your shoulder okay?” he asked.

She mumbled a yes against his chest. Then he felt her tongue lick across his flesh. He reached up and cupped her cheeks as she nibbled on his skin. His cock hardened.

“That feels so good.”

She continued to kiss his skin, exploring his tattoos with her lips and teeth until she tilted her head up to hold his gaze.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and he chuckled.

“Never been called beautiful before.” He stroked her lower lip with his thumb, smiling down at her.

She moved her head forward, tilting it into the spray of the water.

“Well, you are. Even your tattoos are.”

He smiled then pressed completely against her, letting his hands stroke over her ass cheeks as he pressed his chest to hers.

“I love your body, too. You have gorgeous breasts, sexy thighs, and a tight, wet pussy.” He kissed her on the mouth and then pulled back.

“Ready for us?”

“Probably not. I think I may pass out.”

He chuckled low.

“Maybe only from the multiple orgasms we’re going to give you.”

She chuckled as he reached lower and turned off the faucet.

“Setting the standards high, aren’t you, bro?” Turbo asked as he appeared by the shower naked. He threw a towel at Mike and then opened a nice big fluffy red one up for Frankie.

“I’ve got you,” Turbo told Frankie as he wrapped her up in the towel and then lifted her up and carried her out to the bedroom.

Mike dried off quickly. He couldn’t wait to make love to Frankie and make her their woman. The thought gave him chills and then a feeling of inadequacy. Would he, hell, would they, be good enough for such an amazing, sexy woman?

He took a deep breath as the words echoed in his head.

We’re all about to find out.



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Turbo helped Frankie dry her body off. He took his time, caressing her large, plump breasts then her taut belly, and, of course, her bare pussy. She tightened up, obviously feeling embarrassed standing there naked. “You’re gorgeous, Frankie. You have nothing to be embarrassed or shy about.”

He leaned forward and kissed her belly then the tattoo and then the scarring on her hip. She held the towel against her and stepped back, turning so that Nate and Rye couldn’t see her backside. She hit her rear against the side dresser next to the bed.

“Come sit down.” He patted the bed as he knelt on the rug in front of it.

Her eyes darted to Rye and Nate then to Mike as he approached.

She pulled her lip between her teeth and sat down on the bed.

“Let’s get a few things straight.”

As Turbo said that, his brothers moved in closer. Mike knelt on the rug on her left side while Turbo remained on her right side. Behind her, Rye climbed onto the bed, and behind Turbo, Nate stood watching over them.

She glanced around at them and then to Nate.

“How is your shoulder and arm? Do you need anything for the pain?”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. Just a little achy. The shower helped.” Her cheeks turned a shade of red, and she attempted to cross her legs as she avoided Mike’s smile. Her foot hit Mike in the knee, and she set it back down and gripped the towel.

Turbo placed his hand on her knee under the towel. He stroked her slowly.

“We were so worried about you when Nate called. A thousand concerns went through our heads.”

“Really?” she asked, sounding surprised.

“Of course. The other night at Galileo’s meant a lot to us. Some things were said back at our place that came out all wrong. We wanted to talk to you about them. Especially Nate,” Turbo told her as he continued to stroke her thigh, moving his hand higher and higher.

She looked up toward Nate. She held his gaze.

“Thank God Nate was there,” she said and swallowed.

“Yes, baby, thank God he was. But you need to know he was there and he waited because he cares for you just like the rest of us do.”

“We sure do, sweetness. We don’t want anything bad to happen to you,” Rye said as he squeezed her uninjured shoulder then kissed it.

She closed her eyes and let her grip loosen on the towel.

Mike reached up and kissed her cheek and neck.

“You need looking after, darling. We worry about you.” He nuzzled closer, and the towel fell from her chest.