by Heather Long
“No,” he said. “I want a blowjob. But, the other is a perk.”
I laughed. “I am not tormenting them. Though…Coop would probably enjoy watching.”
Turning, I glanced over my shoulder. “This is going to show the tattoo, and it’s still really red and covered.”
“Leave your hair down,” he suggested. “And I don’t care if they can see it. What I care is that you’re comfortable.”
I had to wear heels with this outfit, so I wasn’t sure how comfortable I would be. “Well, here’s hoping I don’t have to walk through snow to get in wherever we’re going.”
“I’ll carry you if I have to.” Nope, he wasn’t revealing anything, and I couldn’t even complain. Birthday boy got his way. The tux he wore had a straight tie rather than a bow tie, and damn, he looked gorgeous in the crisp white shirt and black suit, all freshly pressed. He’d shaved and styled his hair back.
For a moment, I just stared at him and licked my lips.
“You can unwrap me when we get home,” Jake said with a wink. Before I could reply, a knock hit the door.
“Tuck it back in Jake,” Archie called. “The car is here.”
With a snort, Jake offered me his arm. “How about a blowjob in the car?”
I was still laughing as we headed out. The looks of appreciation I got from the guys chased away any sense of self-consciousness brought on by the outfit. I had on my ring and my charm bracelet, but I skipped the necklace because of the straps.
It was a fairly long ride from the lodge to Denver, but the guys remained mute on our destination. After the Torched concert, I knew that we were going to some show, but I had no idea what.
The car pulled us right up to the front of a theatre, and the sign on the marquee told me the rest. Holy crap. Emersyn Sharpe was headlining with the Spitfire dance troupe and the Fly by Night show. I’d only ever seen them on YouTube.
Tears threatened again, and I glared at the guys.
“Birthday boy gets his way,” Jake informed me, then pressed a finger to my lips. “Archie asked if I wanted to take you to this for my birthday, and I said hell yes.”
I laughed. “You guys…”
“It’s Christmas,” Archie reminded me before he slid out of the car and held out his hand to help me out. “And Jake’s birthday. It’s all about having fun.”
This was the kind of performance that I had always wanted to see. Like going to the Torched concert, but so very different. Not only was I getting to see it, I was getting to see it with all of them looking devastating in their suits.
Thankfully, there was no snow to walk through. Inside, we were shown to a table—not to just seats—and there was a supper being served. We didn’t have long after we were seated that the food was brought out and the drinks, and then the show was starting. When the lights plunged down, Jake found my hand and held it, Coop had his free hand on my thigh, and the music started as two dancers appeared out of the shadows.
Emersyn Sharpe was unmistakable—lean, muscular, and powerful. Her dance partner was Aaron or Erin or maybe Rick something. I didn’t pay as much attention to him, though he was huge by comparison to her, and he threw her into the air and caught her and moved her around like she was nothing. It was like she danced on the air, and that was when they were on the stage.
When the silk fell and she began to use that to climb and dance, it really was magical.
A glance around the table when the lights changed showed me the guys were as rapt as I was, and that let me relax and really enjoy the show.
Jake didn’t complain once when I squeezed his hand at some maneuver she did as she danced. Nor did they comment when I had to dab at my eyes afterward.
What a magical life she had to perform like that.
What a magical life I had to get to see it with the guys.
After the show, the night wasn’t over. The car took us to a club that let us in, even if we were only eighteen. And while we couldn’t drink, we did dance.
Holy hell, did we dance.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Green-Eyed Girl
Ian
I had to give credit where credit was due. This vacation was everything Frankie needed. From the skiing to the Torched concert to the evenings sprawled around the lodge playing video games. Christmas crept up on us like the cherry atop the sundae of this trip. I’d have been jealous, but we were all making a concerted effort to not hog her time. Sure, Jake stole her on his birthday. I respected that. One of us, sometimes two of us, was always in her bed, but she didn’t push anyone away.
The morning of Christmas Eve, I slipped into her room where she and Coop were a tangle of limbs. The latter lifted his head and peered at me, then yawned and rolled back over as I slid in on Frankie’s other side. Drinking in the sight of her, I smiled at her as I cupped her cheek. Her eyes danced beneath her closed lids. I almost hated to rouse her from dreams, but then those perfect green eyes fluttered open to focus on me.
A smile curved her lips so easily, I let out a soft sigh. Carefully stroking her hair back from her face, I mouthed the word “coffee” and lifted my eyebrows in question. She stretched and the sheet dipped over her nakedness, and she smothered a yawn as she glanced toward the windows. It was still early, but I wanted her to myself for a bit.
Scooting toward me, she murmured, “Shower?”
The sex smell in the room told me why, and I lifted the blankets and scooped her up. She smothered a giggle against my shoulder. I hadn’t bothered to pull on anything other than the pajama bottoms, and I carried her into the bathroom. A pillow bounced off my back, but Coop laughed as I ignored him and it.
Nudging the bathroom door closed, I turned on the light with my elbow. As much as I’d like to keep holding her, I set her on her feet and flipped on the water in the shower for her. Frankie stared up at me sleepily when I faced her, and when I would have kissed her, she widened her eyes and clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Morning breath,” she muttered, and I chuckled, then nuzzled a kiss to her jaw before I turned her around to her sink. I had brushed my teeth, and I contented myself with rubbing her back gently as she cleaned her own. Those green eyes kept darting up to look at me in the mirror. My dick was wide-awake and straining toward her. When she backed into me, I didn’t try to hide it, and then Frankie just leaned into me and closed her eyes. Wrapping my arms around her, I buried my face against her neck.
Everything about her was beautiful, and the relief coursing through me each time she settled into my arms couldn’t be denied. The clench of her ass against my cock had me groaning. Skating a hand over her chest, I began to massage her breasts, and she ground her ass against me. Fuck, I wanted everything with her. The possessiveness she aroused in me was undeniable. I loved pinning her down, and I wanted to tie her up and let her ride my tongue until she came.
Dropping my hands to her hips, I pressed my thumbs against the curve of her ass and nudged her forward. The tattoo on her shoulder had scabbed, but I could still make out my name there, and that sent another bolt of lust straight to my already straining cock. Meeting her gaze in the mirror, I ran a hand down to cup her pussy. The wetness coated my finger, and she let out a sigh, even as steam began to rise in the shower.
Frankie grinned and braced her hands against the counter without any urging from me, and I groaned. I’d had plans to steal her down for breakfast and to play with her for a couple of hours before the guys woke up.
We could still do that.
I shoved my pajama bottoms down, and her eyes flared.
Tongue tracing over her lower lip, she never let go of our eye contact as I fisted myself once or twice. Fuck, I ached for her. With the lightest pressure from my free hand on her hip, she arched her back and pressed forward until those peaked nipples were just above the cool counter.
I teased my cock against that beautiful pussy and began massaging her ass. Then she wiggled her butt at me in invitation. Cupping my hand, I landed the barest of slaps again
st the roundness, and she bit her lower lip.
Oh, she was muting herself.
That would not do.
All thoughts of a quick shower fled.
I wanted her moaning.
I wanted her crying out.
I wanted her to fall apart.
The second strike of my palm was more stinging for me, and her cheek reddened as I began massaging out the heat. The flare of her pupils as they dilated sent a pulse straight to my dick. Nudging my dick forward, I breached her with just the head. The hot slickness beckoned me to lunge forward, but I fisted my control.
Frankie wrapped around my cock was way too damn perfect. I wanted to blow every time I slid into her, and it took every ounce of concentration to rock into her before I dragged her back and slid my hand up her chest to her throat. Then she was pressed back against my chest, and I was balls deep in the loveliest vise.
Her sigh answered my own. That she enjoyed everything from the spanking to the pinning to the surrender was a gift I would never not treasure. She began to rock her hips, and I let her control the pace as I pressed my lips to her ear.
The fogging mirror hid her from me, but I had every inch of her memorized. I began to hum, and the jolt seemed to go through her as she recognized the first couple of bars. That was my girl. I couldn’t match the accent from the film, but singing “Christmas is All Around Us” had her clenching beautifully on my cock.
When I bit down lightly, she bucked against my grip and then just went all lax and liquid against me as we rocked together. No hurry. No rush.
Well that was a fucking lie. I could pound into her with how hard I was, but having her fall apart around me was the second best feeling in the world. The absolute best came when my name fell in a strained note from her lips.
When she dragged her hand up to wrap around my nape, I dipped my head and met her minty kiss as my thrusts became sharper. The soft mewling sounds escaping her had me chasing her tongue with my own.
Cupping her pussy again, I traced a circle around her clit. The little shocks had her clenching and flexing around my dick, disintegrating my control. Applying real pressure, I gave her that last nudge, and she screamed. There it was—the throaty cry that had my balls dragging up tight, and three pumps later, I came as she fluttered around my cock and sagged into me, trembling.
Fuck.
“Oh yeah,” she whispered against my lips as we both panted, and then she dropped her head to my shoulder. There was a mess sliding down her thighs, but it was hard to care when she was so soft and trembling against me.
“Good morning,” I managed to exhale, and her laughter boosted me higher.
“It is now,” she said, her grin wreathing the words. The bathroom was filled with steam, and we both hissed as I eased out of her. I let her catch my hand as she turned, and then her lips were on mine and we swayed as I kissed her. Cupping her chin, I nudged her head back to change the angle and then savored every stroke of her tongue as I maneuvered us into the shower. The water hit us from three sides.
Rich people and their amenities.
I didn’t think I’d ever complain again. We took our time, soaping each other up, and I sighed as she ran her hands all over me. Most of the time, I was too intent on pulling her apart to let her explore, and there was something enormously satisfying every time she glanced at me as she traced a muscle line. Even more when she took care to wash my cock, and I was more than happy to return the favor.
It was less about groping and more about just savoring. I savored her breasts, her hips, her throat and her ass in equal measure.
When she dropped to her knees though, I wasn’t ready to have her mouth on me, and fuck, I went from relaxed to hard as a stone between one pull and the next.
I fisted her hair, and as much as I wanted to let her have that control, it was eating away at mine. Still, I didn’t drag her closer or try to set the pace until I bumped the back of her throat and glanced down to find her eyes on me.
She relaxed her mouth at my tug, and then I was fucking into her with care, watching to make sure she wasn’t gagging, and I spilled like it was my first time as my body went boneless. Her smile after was so worth it.
We finished the shower, eventually, and I checked her tattoo. The scabbing looked good. It was already falling off in places, leaving the dark lines in sharp relief against her soft skin. Pressing a kiss to the side of it, I whispered, “Do you have any idea how hot it is that you have my name on you?”
My name. Ian. Not Bubba. I had been Ian to pretty much family only for years.
Until Frankie.
For her, I was Ian.
She grinned and twisted to glance at me. “Probably as sexy as it is for my name to be etched on you.”
I dragged on my bottoms as she sauntered out of the bathroom—and I did mean sauntered. The sway of her hips had me wondering if we needed to go downstairs at all.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Coop said with a groan, and I chuckled.
“Thanks,” I told him as I scooped up the pillow he’d flung at me earlier and sent it careening back to him as Frankie laughed. She was utterly unabashed in her nudity as she went in search of clothes, and something I hadn’t even realized was tense settled within me. No artifice had ever clung to Frankie, she’d always been herself. The shy parts. The bold parts. The warmth. The affection. Hell, even her hostility when we were dicks.
But over the last few weeks, right in front of us, she’d blossomed. The woman glancing at me as she pulled on a pair of dark green panties and a matching bra was the result of that.
“Is it possible I can convince you to come back to bed?” Coop asked, and I glanced over to find him staring at her with the same raw emotion that was probably on my face.
The flush of pink to her cheeks as she laughed beckoned we join her. “Hmm, I would,” she promised. “But I’m starving.”
Flinging himself back against the pillows, Coop grumbled.
“You don’t have to get up,” I told him as Frankie dragged on an oversized shirt that was definitely one of mine. No complaints here. I almost hated the leggings as she tugged those on and hid those sexy legs away, but it was freezing outside, and while it was warm up here, who knew about downstairs yet.
“Yeah, yeah, you just want her all to yourself.”
No lie. “Yes, I do.” With her socks on, she slid Jake’s ring on her finger before facing me. Her hair was still damp, her face rosy and her eyes sparkling. She really was edible. I was still staring at her when she tossed a shirt my way.
Oh look, another one of mine. Apparently, I’d been leaving a lot of my clothes in here.
“Fine,” Coop muttered, dragging the blankets up after Frankie blew him a kiss. “You get an hour.”
I tugged it over my head and grinned at her. “Food?”
“Food,” she agreed with a swift nod. “And coffee.”
Yeah, I saw that one coming.
At the door, I glanced back at Coop. “Two.”
“Ninety minutes,” he yawned. “Final offer.”
Breakfast awaited us downstairs. Archie’s very silent staff had already crept in and delivered it. The counters were clean and sparkling. The coffee maker just required flipping on and it began bubbling. Frankie eyed the espresso machine and gave me a playful look.
Why not?
It took four attempts, but we managed a mocha with two shots of espresso each, whip cream, and she went hunting for sprinkles. The amused look on her face was worth it. Food stacked on plates and coffee in hand, we headed out to the living room. I got the fire going, and then she settled next to me with a blanket thrown over both of us. The tree lights gleamed, and the wood crackled.
“So, wanted me all to yourself, huh?” she teased as she took a sip of her coffee. The little foamy, whip cream mustache was adorable, and I grinned at her.
“I always want you,” I reminded her, and she grinned. “But yeah, just for a little while. This has been…”
“Amazing,”
she finished for me. “And we still have another week here, Ian.” Yeah, we did. “I still can’t believe you guys did all of this.”
“A lot of it was Arch,” I admitted. “The guy really loves you.”
Her expression softened. “I love him, too.”
Yeah, I knew that, too. Even trying, I couldn’t find the earlier jealousy over the idea. She loved all of us. She was more than capable of loving all of us. And I loved her too much to let that ever be an issue again.
“I found a karaoke place about forty minutes from here…” I began.
“Yes,” she said, grinning. “When do you want to go?”
I laughed. “Whenever you want? I’m thinking not on New Year’s.”
“Probably better if we don’t. People get crazy on New Year’s.”
Yes, they did.
“But any other time?”
She nodded. “Whenever you want.”
“That was only half of what I wanted to talk to you about,” I admitted as she tore into her bacon. She’d downed half of her espresso, and that was after the cups of coffee we drank while we were figuring the machine out.
“What’s the other half?”
I glanced toward the stairs. It was quiet, and if the other guys were awake, they were giving us this time. I’d done the same when I’d spot her curled up with one of them. No one wanted to make a schedule per se, not while we were here. We’d have to do that when we got home, there was no escaping it. For now, I shoved that out of my head.
Here, we made time for each other to spend time with her. That didn’t change how much I enjoyed the time we were all together, but right now…
“I had an email from the producers.”
All at once, she curved to sit sideways, her whole focus on me. “And…?”
“And they want those new songs by the end of January.”
“Holy crap.”
“I know,” I admitted. The advanced timeline had caught me off guard. It was a lot of work, but I wanted to do it and I really wanted…
