“Not yet. Not until Rye joins us.”
“What?” she asked, sounding so sexy and breathless.
Rye held her cheeks as Nate wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up so Mike could slide out from under her.
“You’re mine, too.” He kissed her mouth then cupped her breasts as Nate kept her upright with his hard dick still in her ass.
“Move it, Rye, or you lost your chance. I’m going to blow my load in a few more seconds. Our woman drives me wild.”
Rye slid onto the bed and held his cock in his hand as Nate eased Frankie over him. She shocked them both when she gripped Rye’s cock, aligned it with her pussy, and lowered down quickly, filling herself up and crying out.
Smack.
“Hey,” she yelled out.
“You watch yourself. We don’t want to hurt you.”
“Well, I need…
Rye thrust upward and held her cheeks between his hands.
“You need what, sexy?”
“For both of you to move, damn it,” she said, and Mike and Turbo chuckled.
“You heard her, bro. Move,” Nate said, and that was it.
In a blur, their bodies slapped together. Their moans and Frankie’s screams filled the room as they made love to Frankie. She shook and counterthrust the best she could, but she couldn’t keep up with Nate and Rye.
Rye came first and roared. Frankie moaned louder.
Nate thrust into her ass, giving it a smack after every stroke or two. She was panting, moaning.
“Nate! Please, Nate. Please.”
“Please what, baby?” he asked as he felt himself getting closer to coming.
“Let me come.”
He realized in that moment how trusting she had been, how serious she took his command and order to not come. His heart fell deeper, and his body erupted.
“Come, baby. Come with me now.” He grabbed her hips and thrust fast, and she cried out her release as he followed.
He fell to the side, taking her with him as Rye moved from underneath her. Nate pulled her close and kissed her everywhere his lips could touch. He rolled her over, and she winced, but he had to make sure she was real and this intense sexual encounter was more than just sex. It was deeper.
She held his gaze with heavy eyes.
“Incredible,” she whispered, and he chuckled as he cupped her breast and leaned his lips close to hers.
“You sure are.” He covered her mouth and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him close. They stayed like that until sleep overtook Frankie.
Chapter 9
Frankie could hear the deep voices. She could barely open her eyes as she snuggled closer to the warmth. She knew immediately that she was lying on one of the guy’s chests. It was Nate. She was certain of it. Her cheekbone dug into his pectoral muscles, and she adjusted. That’s when she felt the bed move and the other body close to her back. Lips touched the skin on her shoulder, and a finger trailed down her arm.
She moaned softly.
“Like a sweet little kitten. God, I could wake up to that moan every day for the rest of my life,” Rye told her, and she smiled.
She tilted her head up to see Nate’s firm expression. Her head throbbed, her shoulder and back ached, and other parts seemed tender, too.
She gasped, and Nate scrunched his eyes together. Rye sat up.
“You’re in pain?” Rye asked.
Nate clutched her cheek and chin, tilting it up toward him.
“Truth,” he whispered.
“Yes,” she said, not holding back, not sugarcoating it. Not with Nate. Nate was intimidating and so damn sexy. She turned her face and kissed his fingers. “I’ll be okay.” She then lay against his chest again. He adjusted his body and helped her to lie on the pillow.
“A nice, hot bath. I’ll get it started.” He began to get up. His muscular naked body, tattoos and all, looked so delicious. She gripped his wrist, the move hurting her arm and shoulder.
“Damn it, Francesca,” he said in a strong tone.
She pouted.
“I need you close. Just lie with me for a while longer.”
He looked at Rye. She tilted her head toward Rye.
“Please. Both of you stay with me?”
Rye pushed a strand of hair from her cheek and smiled softly. “Always, babe.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, and she snuggled back against the pillow.
She closed her eyes. “Where are Mike and Turbo?”
“Work, baby. Turbo got called in, and Mike is working days for the rest of the week.”
“Oh God, and you guys? You probably have work, too.”
“Shh. Lie back down. We’re fine. We own the business and make our own hours,” Nate told her.
“Which means we have all day to take care of you and make love to you again and again,” Rye said then pulled gently on her earlobe.
She chuckled. “Sounds like a fantasy.”
“Oh, we’re real. I can guarantee every part of us is real,” Rye said, and she felt his cock rub against her ass.
Nate stroked her cheek with his finger.
“None of that, Rye. Our woman needs some rest and a good hot bath to soak in.”
“After breakfast then,” Rye said then placed his hand over her waist and belly and began to outline her tattoo with his finger.
“Why the star and the moon?” he asked.
She lowered her eyes to where his long, thick finger traced the outline of the dainty tattoo. Even that turned her on. She had it bad. Big time.
“Always been a dreamer I guess. Reach for the stars, my mom always said. I guess it’s sentimental in a lot of ways.”
“And this?” Nate asked, trailing his finger under the star necklace she always wore.
“A gift from my dad, a few months before he died.” She snuggled closer to Nate.
“How did he die?” Rye asked.
“He and his partner were investigating a homicide when a call of a robbery in progress came over the radio. They responded because it was a block away, and as they got out of their car and other police arrived, the bad guys opened fire and shot and killed him and Shane.”
“He was in law enforcement, too?” Nate asked.
“So was my brother.”
“Brother?” Nate asked.
“Mickey. He died in the line of duty as well. Bad family tradition I guess,” she said as tears filled her eyes.
“Shit, sorry, Frankie,” Rye said and kissed her shoulder.
“It’s okay. It’s the whole law enforcement thing that got me caught up in Kevin.”
“Your ex?” Nate asked, not looking too happy.
“He was a good friend of Mickey’s. He said the right things. He manipulated my weaknesses, and I was stupid and weak and…”
“Hey, hey, slow down,” Rye told her as he leaned up and pressed her to her back. She reached for the sheet to cover her breasts, but Nate was there to stop her.
“We all make mistakes. It’s whether you learn from them or not.” Nate trailed his fingernail along her nipple, making her gasp and hold his gaze.
Rye pressed one leg over hers, sliding her thighs apart.
“The dick’s name is Kevin. Where was he a cop?” Nate asked.
Rye leaned down and licked her other nipple then suckled her breast.
She couldn’t focus on their words, their question, only their touch.
“Chicago PD,” she whispered.
“Patrol officer?”
She shook her head at Nate. “Detective.”
Rye released her breast.
“He was abusive?” Rye asked her.
She looked at him, could feel his hard cock against her inner thigh.
“Among other things.”
“Like?” Nate pushed.
“Being dirty,” she said.
Both of them stopped.
“He was a crooked cop?” Nate asked.
She nodded. “I didn’t know at first, but the last several months, I started noticing things and meeting people he said were friends. They weren’t good people.”
“Who were they?”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”
Rye touched her chin and cheek. “Sure it does. You ran from this dirty cop.”
“He got busted, and I figured a few months was enough time to disappear,” Frankie told them.
“He went to jail for a few months,” Rye asked.
“He screwed up some big deal. Had some rough guys after him. The day I tried breaking things off with him, some gangster guys showed up. They were crazy and ruthless. I got stabbed.”
Nate rubbed a finger along the scar on her hip and groin. “Here?” he asked.
She nodded. “Their boss showed up, too. Stopped them from killing both of us. I was so scared, and then the gangster guy had his men take me out of there and made me swear to keep my mouth shut. They brought me to some special hidden place. Fixed up my hip and made sure it wouldn’t scar badly then brought me home to my place. They left.”
“So you took off?” Rye asked.
She shook her head and was silent. She didn’t know how to tell them this part.
“The truth, Francesca.”
“The gangster guy wanted me. He got Kevin jammed up on some drug possession charge to get him out of the picture. He expressed an interest and had been watching me for quite some time.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Rye asked.
“Who?” Nate asked.
“It doesn’t matter. I got out of there. I ran from them both.”
“They’re the ones you’re afraid might come looking for you?” Rye asked.
She looked at him and held his gaze. She ran her fingers along his soft, bare, muscular chest. He was exquisite. “They will come looking. When they do, I’m out of here, or I’m going to die. That’s why I didn’t want to get involved with you guys.”