Hearts on Fire 5: Loving Frankie(27)

“For fear that we would be like them?” Rye asked.

“For fear that these men who want her will take us out to get to her,” Nate said.

She felt her eyes fill with tears. “I don’t want that to happen. I’ll have to leave if they come.”

“No you won’t. You’ve got us. You’re ours now. No other men will try to take you away. That’s not going to happen,” Nate told her.

She looked at Nate, could see the anger, the superiority in his eyes and his expression. He was being honest. He would risk his life, their lives for her. She swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat.

“I don’t know why this happened to me. I had a decent life. I had a career. I was professional, working my way up in the company. It all turned on me. I was supposed to be strong the way my father and brother taught me to be. But I guess losing them, missing that tough, disciplinary quality that cops just seem to have made me accept Kevin’s advances. I hadn’t realized how alone, how lonely I was until he showed up after Mickey died. He was there for me during and after the funeral. He pledged a promise to Mickey that he would watch over me.”

“He manipulated you. Used you when you were in mourning,” Rye told her as he caressed the tears from her cheeks.

“I didn’t sleep with him right away.”

“I don’t want to hear about that,” Nate said in a strong tone.

“But you need to know that I waited a long time to let him have me. I never had sex before. He was my first and only boyfriend. I think that’s why I tried to make it work even when I knew he was not being honest. But when I overheard things, when I was sent pictures of him with another woman, I had to end it.”

“He cheated on you?” Rye asked her.

She felt the tears roll down her cheeks. She wondered why she still got emotional from that.

“He did, and that’s another fear I have with you guys.”

“We would never cheat on you. A ménage relationship is sacred and a total commitment from all of us,” Nate said to her in such a tone that it made her feel as though she’d committed a crime for even suggesting they would cheat.

“I mean if I wasn’t good enough for Kevin, for one man, how can I be good enough for four perfect men like you and your brothers?”

“Oh hell, Frankie.” Rye gripped her chin as Nate clenched his teeth.

“That son of bitch fucked with your head good. It wasn’t you. It was him. He used you. He wanted you for his own selfish reasons, and when it came to protecting you, to putting you first, he failed. We’re not him. It’s time to move on and put him behind you. We’re not using you for anything. We want to be with you. Last night was beautiful. It was perfect, just like you, baby. God, you need looking after. You need to be shown what love is. What honesty and commitment is. Let us show you, Frankie. Let us become one family.”

She got choked up from his words and his honesty.

“You still want me?”

Nate cupped her breast, and Rye smirked.

“Fuck yeah, we want you. We’re going to protect you. We’re going to resolve all this shit, and you, Francesca, are going to let us because you’re our woman now. You got that?” Nate asked her.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded.

“Now, a hot, relaxing bath will help ease those sore muscles. Then it’s back to bed. Rye and I are going to be learning every inch of this sexy body. We’re going to figure out what turns you on and what makes you scream for mercy.”

He pinched her nipple then massaged the ache he caused. She felt it straight to her pussy as she parted her lips and held his gaze.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“Oh, we’re going to get you nice and ready. Then, by the time Turbo and Mike get home, you’ll be ripe for the taking. Now I’m going to get that bath started. You be ready to get your ass in there.”

Rye leaned forward and kissed her then slid off the bed. She watched his ass, his thigh muscles, and flanks like a stallion. It made her nipples hard and her pussy swell with desire. She felt Nate’s fingers against her chin, turning her face toward him.

“I think I want you begging for us after that bath.”

She felt his fingers stroke apart her pussy lips, and she held his gaze.

“Open for me.”

She hesitated, and he raised one of his eyebrows.

“Don’t make me ask twice,” he said, and she felt her body hum with desire.

His firm tone was such a turn-on, never mind his large muscles, the tattoos along his shoulder and chest, and, of course, his extra large size.

She slowly opened her thighs and felt his fingers explore her cunt. As one digit pressed up into her, she gasped and closed her eyes.

“Open your eyes. Don’t look away from me,” he whispered.

She couldn’t believe how deeply his words, his commands affected her. This was intimate, personal, erotic. His dark-brown eyes bore into hers as he stroked faster and added a second digit, which had her panting.

“Look at me,” he ordered again when she closed her eyes, the sensations nearly overwhelming.

He pumped and stroked, hitting some special spot that nearly had her shooting off the bed.

His eyes roamed over her breasts then her belly then to her eyes again.

He lifted up, and she reached for his wrist.

“Arms up.”

“Oh God, Nate, please,” she begged as she counterthrust against his fingers.

He knelt up, fingers deep in her pussy, fingering her, drawing out more juices, more moans of pleasure. He gripped both of her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head.

“Spread your thighs wider. Offer me this pussy, this body, now.”

She moaned louder, spreading her thighs wider like he asked as her body tightened like a bow about to break.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked her, shocking her.

She locked gazes with him. The intensity, the control, and the power he had over her were overwhelming.

“You.” She moaned.

“That’s right. Now come for me. Let go and give me all of you.”

She rocked her hips, and he thrust faster then used his thumb to circle her clit and apply just the right amount of pressure.

“Nate!” She screamed his name and came so damn hard she shook and shivered in the aftereffects.

He leaned over her, pulled his fingers from her pussy, and kissed her deeply. He explored her mouth and then moved between her thighs, aligned his hard cock with her cunt, and thrust into her.

“Oh!” She moaned, her hands still up above her head, his grip firm with one hand as he used his other hand to massage and tease her breast, thrusting into her like some athletic fantasy lover. His thigh muscles were flexing and banging against her inner thighs, and she felt herself coming again. How the hell did he do that?

“Francesca, I don’t want to hurt you. Is your shoulder okay like this?” he asked, and she was shocked he could even think about her shoulder when his extremely hard, thick cock was ramming into her sensitive pussy.

“Harder, Nate. I need it harder. I don’t feel anything but pleasure, but you inside of me.”

She noticed the small vein by his eye pulse. His face turned red, his grip on her wrists tightened, and he began a series of hard, fast thrusts into her. She raised her thighs higher, and he thrust down and in, rubbing against her inner muscles as her moans grew louder, deeper.

She lost her breath as he thrust his hips.

“Oh!” She moaned and came just as Nate roared out and shoved even deeper, coming inside of her, marking her as his woman once again.

He pulled her into his arms, rolled to his back so as not to crush her, and cuddled her. He kissed her skin and rubbed everywhere until she closed her eyes and wondered if life could always be like this. Perfect, content, and in the arms of her four amazing lovers.



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The sirens were blaring, the horns honking as Engine 19 made its way through the intersection on Luana Highway. They were headed to Beach Road after receiving a call about a house fire.

As they pulled up on the scene, Mike noticed a couple of police officers bent over coughing. It appeared they might have entered the house to save some of the occupants.

“Anyone else inside?” Chief Martelli asked the officers.

“Yes. Two adults, a grandmother, and maybe one more kid,” one of the officers told them.

Mike felt his adrenaline pumping as Chief Martelli pointed to him, Lance Martelli, Ace Towers and Marcus Towers. “You guys do the sweep of the house. Hal, Billy, Bull, get that water on the fire to the right. It appears like the problem started in the kitchen.”

Everyone moved in quickly. Like a team of experts, they checked their gear, put on their masks, and entered the home. As the guys worked the water hose and began to wet down the fire shooting from the kitchen windows, Mike and the others entered the front door.

He pulled down his mask and adjusted his eyes the best he could due to the smoke. He felt around for the stairs, and the smoke seemed to clear as he climbed several steps upward.

Lance called out, “Got one here on the stairs.”

Mike looked ahead of him and saw the two adults. No child, and no elderly person.

“Let’s get them out of here,” Lance ordered, and Ace and Marcus lifted the two unconscious victims over their shoulders and carried them down the stairs and out of the house.