by Heather Long
“It’s a little early for your birthday, man,” Coop said with no small amount of merriment. “But I think if Frankie is willing to let you have it, I’m definitely not getting in the way.”
With that, Coop eased his fingers out of me, and the emptiness struck me a moment before Jake surged up to kiss me. “Won’t be the last time,” he said before he devoured my mouth. Coop moved behind us, and then Jake stood, his hands under my thighs again as he lifted me with him. The handoff happened so smoothly, I giggled in delight as he passed me to Coop. They traded with Coop settling back on the bed, his head on the pillows, and between them, they maneuvered me to straddle him.
Oh. Yes.
The stretch Coop always caused as I sank down on him had me rocking. We had to ease him in, but at the same time, little explosions detonated in my system as he pushed in deep. The bed dipped as I dropped down to kiss Coop, and they were both pushing my ass up a little, tilting it. More lube was spread over my ass, and I let out a groan and a shudder as I sank all the way down on Coop, only to have Jake press a couple of fingers into me. No hesitation, and the burn intensified.
But I didn’t hate it.
He added a third finger as I fought to not rock my hips. I lifted my head, needing to pant for air. Coop rubbed his hands over my ass, before spreading the cheeks as if to help Jake. I stole a look back at him, my chest heaving, and he smiled at me. “You doing okay, Baby Girl?”
I didn’t know how much more I could take, but I nodded. The burn intensified as he moved his fingers, and Coop kept us both dead still. Little tremors still rioted in my system, the aftershocks of the earlier orgasm. I dragged my gaze over Jake. He’d shed his pajama bottoms, and I could look at him all day. Licking my lips, I glanced back at Coop.
“Have you guys ever done this before?” Probably not the time to bring this up, but Coop shook his head.
“Not like this we haven’t,” he promised.
“Trust me, not into their junk enough to have to see it on the regular,” Jake told me as he eased his fingers out. There was that sense of loss again, and I strained around it and shifted against Coop. He pumped up once, then twice, and suddenly began to hit just the right angle with each thrust. I shook from it.
Jake wiped his hand, then he was urging me forward again, and Coop dragged me down for another kiss. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, writhing at the different sensations, even as he kept rocking his hips up into mine as they kept me still. Then he eased back as Jake pressed the tip of his cock against my anus.
We were doing this.
Goosebumps spread over me as Jake murmured, “I love you, Frankie.” The soft words settled me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed.
Coop sucked on my tongue for another long moment, preventing me from answering before he let me go long enough to say, “I love you, too.”
Then Jake pressed in, and there was the burn, and I let out a hiss of breath as I fisted the covers. Everything shook. It was too much. He didn’t slow down, just rocked his way in, until the burn gave way to something more shuddering as my whole system fluttered and Coop let out a grunt.
They both muttered, “Fuck,” in the exact same breath, and laughter bubbled out of me.
“Pretty sure that’s what we’re doing.”
There was a beat as we all sort of hung there, Jake’s fingers biting into my hips and Coop’s resting on my waist, and while I couldn’t see Jake, Coop was right in front of me. Sweat trickled along his jaw, and I dipped down to lick it from his throat to his ear, and he let out a shudder of his own.
Their strangled laughter was the best sound I’d ever heard. Then they started to move. What few thoughts I’d held onto shredded all over again. The feel of them, rocking me between them as we fumbled and then found our pace took me apart.
It was all friction and heat and want, and I couldn’t breathe. Jake wrapped his hand in my hair and turned my head back for a kiss. A vein throbbed in his temple, and his face was flushed. The rawness there tore me open, and he only let me go when Coop tugged, and then I was kissing him. I’d never been so full, and even adjusting to it wasn’t enough, as every stroke eddied me higher and higher until I broke.
Coop swallowed my screams, and I don’t know which one of them came first. They’d pushed me right through one orgasm into the next, and then we collapsed together in a sweaty pile of limbs. At some point, the thought we might be crushing Coop surfaced, but he mumbled against me when I tried to move.
“Gimme a minute.”
I huffed a laugh against his throat. His pulse raced against my lips, and then Jake groaned and shifted. The single motion had all three of us shuddering as he eased out of me. I ached in all the right ways—sore as hell, but so loose and languid, it was like my limbs had been melted.
“Hang on a sec, Baby Girl,” Jake said, his voice hoarse and wrecked. I had zero plans of going anywhere, so I just gave a wave. That was about the full extent of my physical reserves at the moment. He wasn’t gone long, though the water came on in the bathroom and then off again. A minute later, he smoothed a warm washcloth along my ass, and I let out a little sigh.
Definitely sore.
Not unpleasantly so, but I swore I almost whined at the contact. He chuckled.
Ass.
Then between them, they eased me over, and Coop and I both let out a sigh.
“This whole no condom thing is freaking messy,” I complained, and that just made them both laugh.
“But worth it,” they both stated in almost the same breath, and I groaned as Jake nudged me onto my back and then he ran that washcloth up between my legs. A fine tremble took me everywhere as he cleaned me up. Then Coop dragged himself off the bed. By the time they stripped the cover off the bed and tucked me under the blankets and fell in on either side, I was already half-asleep.
I didn’t want to just pass out though. “I feel like I should say something profound,” I admitted as Coop rested a hand on my stomach, and Jake rolled onto his side. They’d killed the lights, but the flickering light from the fire danced over his features.
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh, but all I can come up with is wow.”
A smile cracked across his face, and he nuzzled a kiss to my jaw and then pressed a light one on my lips. “Wow works.”
“Agreed,” Coop said, his voice still thready and a little out there. I turned my head to look at him, but he had an arm over his eyes and he looked mostly asleep. If not for the way his fingers traced against my skin, I would think he was. “Definitely wow. Wow fits.”
A giggle escaped me. “We’re so erudite.”
Groaning, Jake nipped my ear. “You don’t need to use SAT words in bed. Fucking awesome and blissed the fuck out work, too.”
True words. “Definitely blissed out.” A random shiver raced through me. “We can do that again, right?” Maybe when I could pay more attention instead of just falling apart.
Silence greeted my question, they both looked at me like I was a bit of an idiot.
“So that’s a yes,” I said, and then smirked as I stretched. Oh, there was that ache again. I wasn’t so sure how I felt about Coop taking my ass now that we’d done that, because he was definitely bigger than the other guys. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Wish granted.”
His shoulders and chest shook with his laughter.
“Mine, too,” Jake told me, and I gave him a soft kiss, too. “But I have other wishes.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm-hmm,” he said, tracing his fingers over my collarbone. “I think I’m going to get a tattoo on my birthday.”
That didn’t surprise me. Jake had mentioned wanting to get one before.
“We could do that,” Coop said. “I’ve been thinking about what I would like.”
“What do you want to get?” The idea of a tattoo fascinated me, but it was permanent art that wasn’t going anywhere, and I had no idea what I wanted. At least not yet.
“I have a few ideas,” Jake murmured
as his voice thickened with sleep. “How about I get your name tattooed on my ass, Frankie? Make sure everyone knows who I belong to.”
“If you’re showing people your ass before they find out, you’re gonna get in trouble,” Coop teased, and I grinned.
“You should get something pretty,” I mused. “Or badass.”
“You’re pretty,” Coop quipped.
“And badass,” Jake agreed. “But really, I was thinking about a dragon maybe.”
“Oh, I like dragons. Eastern or Western?”
“Wings,” Jake said after a beat. “So western. Got a color preference?”
I chuckled. “I’m not picking out your ink, you have to do that.”
“But I want you to like it.”
I smiled at him, meeting his gaze in the low light. “I’ll love it because it will be a part of you.”
“You can’t go too complicated though,” Coop said around a yawn. “Those take time. Maybe something simple at first, then we go find a place at home and get the complicated ones done.”
“What are you getting?”
“No clue.” Coop snuggled up against me. “What about you Frankie? Would you get a tattoo?”
“I don’t know… Though, if I tattooed all of your names, it could take a while.”
Silence followed, then there was a hum of sound from Jake, and I flicked him a look.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“A permanent mark that tells others to fuck off, you’re ours? Hell yes, I’m thinking about it.” Possessiveness filled his tone.
“Fuck,” Coop exhaled. “Now I’m thinking about it, too.” He traced his fingers up my side. “I’d want it somewhere everyone could see it.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not getting a ‘property of’ tramp stamp.”
Another beat of silence.
“It could be small,” Jake said, and then Coop added, “We could even put it in French. Then I could get really turned on every time I saw it.”
Another beat, then they both snickered like they were twelve.
“Do I want to know?”
“I was thinking about tattooing your ass,” Coop admitted. “Where only we got to see it.”
“No,” Jake growled. “To tattoo her ass, some dude will be looking at it. And he’d have to touch it. I think not.”
“Then what were you thinking about?” Coop challenged him.
“I was thinking she could be a little more discreet and just get a four tattoo.”
A four.
“Oh,” Coop said, then snickered all over again. “Fantastic. I love it.”
They were both cracking up, and the joke finally sank in. I sat up, grabbed my pillow, and began beating them.
We didn’t get to sleep for a while.
Not until I got pinned to the bed by both of them again. Then I was too boneless to care about their fantastic dick jokes. Or much else for that matter.
Chapter Twenty-Two
More Hearts than Mine
Archie
The sound of Frankie’s laughter drifted up the hall when I went to bed. I wasn’t too proud to admit how long I’d lain there and just savored the sound, even as I envied the hell out of the fact it was Coop and Jake in there with her. Admittedly, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the idea they shared her so readily between them. I’d given it half a shot with Ian right there, but I couldn’t say it would be a regular occurrence.
And here she thought she was the selfish one. I got her wanting all of them, too. I could do that. I could share her with them, but I wanted my time, too. Seeing her kiss them or cuddle with them, that was fine, but if there was active sex going on…well, I wanted it to be my hands on her and her hands on me. That was why I left her when it was Bubba’s turn. They needed their privacy, too.
Still, waking that next morning, I reached for her first thing and she wasn’t there. That part sucked.
No lie.
I dragged myself out of bed, threw on some sweats and shoes, then headed down to the gym. Grandpa didn’t build this place, but he’d added a few amenities. The lodge had been designed to be more of a cozy escape, and it was absolutely perfect for the holidays. When I’d told him I wanted to bring Frankie here for Christmas, he’d teased me this might be a bit of a too romantic getaway, but that had been it.
Her room was quiet as I passed it, and the temptation to stick my head in was mitigated only by the fact that I didn’t need to see Jake’s or Coop’s naked asses. Downstairs, I grabbed water from the kitchen and checked the spread. The housekeeper and the cook had both been by. It was almost ten. Breakfast was set up to stay warm, and all I had to do was turn the coffee maker on.
Today, I’d try my hand at the espresso machine. But I wasn’t waking anyone. We had big plans tonight.
They needed their sleep.
Bubba found me in the gym when I hit the second mile of my run on the treadmill. He grunted a morning and then hit the second treadmill. Normally, I’d have my headphones in, but since it was indoors and the sound wouldn’t carry upstairs, I had music blasting from the speakers. We just ran.
Five miles was a good distance. I could go longer, but I didn’t need it. I’d started running to clear my head when I’d been at boarding school. I fucking hated living in the back pockets of all the other kids there. It was better than living with Edward or Muriel, but the urge to run had started there, and it was a good way to just get out from under the rest.
Jake and Bubba ran for other reasons. Me? I ran for my sanity.
I left Bubba to his run and moved to the weights. I wasn’t gonna do much of a workout. The skiing yesterday had left me decently sore. But that was almost all legs and running was legs. I needed to do arms.
“Hey,” Bubba said, joining me when I grabbed a pair of twenty-fives to warm my biceps up. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“Concert,” I told him, and then checked the doorway to make sure she hadn’t drifted in when I hadn’t noticed. Not that it was possible. I always noticed her. “Got us tickets to Torched. They are doing concert in Denver, and the car will pick us up at five.” Gave us plenty of time to get there without rushing.
“Fuck me, seriously?” Bubba gaped at me. “I know you said you were checking their schedule.”
I grinned. “Seriously. She loves them.”
“I know she does,” he said, grabbing weights of his own. “Hell, I love them. But she’s gonna freak at you for spending the money.”
Shrugging, I said, “Maybe. Then she’ll be too busy enjoying them. When that last song dropped, she couldn’t stop singing it.”
Bubba laughed. “She’s getting better at it than she thinks.”
“Why the fuck does she think she can’t sing?”
A scowl tightened his brow. “Three guesses, and the first two don’t count.”
Her cunt of a mother. “Fuck, I hate that bitch.”
“Ding. Ding. Ding. We have a winner. She’s got a voice, she just needs to believe in it and to train it.”
“Whatever you need to help her,” I told him.
“I got it,” Bubba said, giving me a firm look. “I’ll take care of her.”
Message received. I nodded. We were both quiet, until I was done with the weights and ready to hit the showers. Only then did he clear his throat.
“Hey, Arch?”
I eyed him and couldn’t help it, I braced. We were all a little raw from the recent pass. “What’s up?”
“Thanks.”
I raised my brows.
“For yesterday. For letting me and Frankie have the time without…”
“Oh,” I snorted a laugh, then waved a hand at him. “No biggie. I get it. I’d rather you hadn’t been there, but I like waking her up, too.”
“Same,” he said slowly.
“Bubba,” I told him. “Let’s be clear. Jake and Coop are a lot more comfortable sharing than we are. I think we’re fine with where we’re at. I’m not in any hurry to change that.”
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The guy actually looked relieved. “I’m a bit of a greedy bastard where she’s concerned.”
No shit. “So am I. As long as we understand each other, we’re fine.”
That was that.
Frankie didn’t emerge until early afternoon. She moved slow and more than a little gingerly, and I was in the middle of checking our reservations for the weekend when she made her way down the stairs. Tracking her steps, it hit me why she was walking like that, and I had to hide my smirk behind the coffee. The smile on her face and the relaxed look in her eyes, coupled with the flush on her cheeks, told me everything I needed to know about whether she’d enjoyed it.
Well, that and the enthusiastic cries from the night before.
Fuck, I really did love that she was a screamer.
Even better than all of that was the way she kind of floated over to where I was sitting, and I shifted my tablet so she could sit on my lap. At her plaintive look, I passed her my coffee, and she smiled. The happiness there resonated within me and a sense of contentment I didn’t think I was capable of settled in my bones.
“What are you doing?” she murmured after another swallow of the coffee.
“Just making my list and checking it twice,” I teased her. I’d closed the tablet screen when she’d appeared on the stairs. I set it to the side and then just wrapped my arms around her.
She smiled. “Are you naughty or are you nice?”
“Which do you prefer?”
Her laugh was soft, but very warm. “Both.”
“Me, too.” I nuzzled a kiss to her cheek, and she snuggled back into me. The fire crackled merrily, and the Christmas lights were on. The shipment of presents should be in today, I’d already had a word with the housekeeper. She promised that her husband would make sure they were delivered and arranged by the next day at the latest.
One by one, the guys wandered out. Jake brought us more coffee, and Coop brought out the food. Frankie seemed utterly content to just doze in my lap. Bubba came down with his guitar and treated us to an impromptu concert as he toyed with some songs. I’d always known he enjoyed his music, I just never realized how serious he was about it.
