Sam places his hand on Jacob's calf, letting him know he is there if he needs him, and it's eerily reminiscent of when he comforted Frankie the last time she was here. Nobody speaks as Jacob silently cries himself out, his breathing becoming even and deep. Only then does Frankie make eye contact with me, and when I see the depth of the emotions swirling there I understand why she hid them whilst Jacob was awake.
“If you think you are getting rid of me after this, young lady, you have got another think coming. I’m going to be your God damn shadow.”
She smiles at me. It’s small but genuine, and I watch as a single tear drips down her cheek and into her hair.
“I love you,” she says to me, and I swear it cracks something inside me. I know she has been protecting herself, but hearing her say the words that we all knew she felt makes me feel ten times lighter.
“I love you all,” she tells us, turning her head tentatively so that she doesn’t disturb Jacob. “I’m sorry for holding back. So much was happening, one thing after the other, and I just knew that if I let you in fully, out of everything going on, you guys had the potential to rip me apart. When I woke up in that room with my mother, I knew I had been a coward, and I promised myself that if I ever got free, the first thing I was going to do when I got back to you was tell you how I really felt. So, there it is. I love you. I think I have from the beginning. Well, except for Caleb. I thought he was a dick.”
That makes the man in question smile so big I find myself staring at him, trying to recall if I have ever really seen him smile until now. In three strides, he is at the head of the bed, nudging Sam out of the way before bending down and softly kissing her on the lips.
“I love you, too. We want to be with you more than on the weekends and the odd evenings here and there. I want us all to move in together. You, me, Sam, Ryan and Jacob. One big unconventional family.”
Tears spring to her eyes, and now it's Sam’s turn to nudge Caleb out of the way, making me grin. He never could handle Frankie’s tears.
“Fucker, you made her cry.” He glares at Caleb before bending down and placing his own kiss on Frankie’s lips.
“Happy tears, Sam, I promise.”
“Well, no more,” he grumbles.
“Yes, Caleb, that’s what I want, too. I have plenty of space in that huge house. I would love it if you guys moved in.
Okay, my turn.
“Move, fuckers, it’s my turn.”
Sam glares at me but moves to let me pass.
I stroke my fingers over her hair, bending down and kissing her, once, twice, three times before I’m yanked back by Sam.
“All right, shithead, let her breathe.”
We turn at Frankie’s giggle and a collective sigh moves through the room. Our girl is going to be okay.
“Well, that was awkward,” we hear Jacob say with his eyes still closed, which makes us all bust out laughing. Yes, our girl is going to be okay. We all are.
FRANKIE
It’s safe to say that recovering from a gunshot wound to the shoulder was a lot more painful than I had anticipated. Sitting in the base of the shower, I let the hot water pound down over me, trying to alleviate some of the ache caused from the hour of physio I have just endured. It’s become clear to me, at least, that my physiotherapist is a psychopath with a sadistic streak.
The shower door opens, and I find myself looking up into Caleb’s beautiful blue eyes. He raises his eyebrow in question to me sitting on the floor, an action I find sexy as fuck, before reaching in and shutting off the water. Picking me up, unconcerned with the fact that I’m soaking his shirt, he lifts me onto the counter before wrapping me in a large fluffy towel.
“She is trying to kill me,” I mumble into his chest, when I feel him tense beneath me.
“Bertha,” I clarify, lifting my head. “She is trying to kill me.”
He chuckles softly at me like I’m the cutest thing he has ever seen, making me bare my teeth at him.
“Bertha is a sweetheart. She is just working you hard so you don’t lose any mobility in your shoulder.”
“She is a psycho. She needs a new name. Bertha makes you envision grandmas and cookies.”
“Really? And what would you call her?”
“The Reaper would work. She needs a street name like bikers have or something. I’m telling you, she’s a sadist.”
“You only have one more session left. I’m sure you can handle it, baby, and at least you don’t need the sling anymore.”
“This is true. Where is everyone else?”
“Sam is dropping off Jacob at his friend's. They are going to a movie and for pizza. He is going to text later when he wants picking up. Ryan was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I came up to get you.”
The mention of food has my stomach growling. Caleb laughs again. Lifting me off the counter and onto my feet, he slaps my ass, the shithead, before heading towards the door.
“Get dressed and come downstairs. I will pour you a glass of wine, and if you are really good I might even give you a massage later.”
I send him a beaming smile, even though he can’t see it as he makes his way downstairs. I wonder if I can convince him to give me a naked massage. They have all been so gentle with me since I got shot, never taken their touches and kisses further than PG-friendly. I’m getting to the point where I’m about to scream in frustration.
I dress in yoga pants and a fitted black t-shirt before blasting my hair with the dryer, smoothing my fingers through the ends until it's dry. I make my way downstairs, following the mouth-watering smell to the kitchen. Ryan turns as I enter and smiles, then intercepts me as I head to the stools, stealing a quick kiss before returning to his chef duties.
“Smells amazing, Ryan. What are we having?”
“Spaghetti Bolognaise, and it’s just about done.”
Caleb sits on the stool next to me, sliding a glass of red wine in front of me. We all look up when Sam walks in, but he only has eyes for me. He walks straight to me and places a soft lingering kiss on my forehead before sitting down on the opposite side of me.
“So,” Sam starts, and I can’t help the sliver of apprehension I feel as my sixth sense kicks in. “Malcolm called to say that your mother has been declared unfit to stand trial. She has been admitted to a mental health facility for the foreseeable future.”
Four months ago, when I woke up in the hospital, it was to find that my mother had been arrested after she had confessed to kidnapping and shooting me. She never mentioned the professor. I don’t know if she was scarred or if she kept it a secret so that she wouldn’t have to deal with a human trafficking charge on top of everything else. Whatever her reason, she unknowingly made it easier for me to pretend that the professor never existed. I protected the professor's secret, which meant that he was never in that room. I still don’t know if I did the right thing. Was I dealing with a good man who had to do terrible things to find his sister or a bad man paying for his sins with his sister’s life?
I shake my head to snap myself out of my melancholy, aware that all eyes are on me as we settle down to eat.
“She can’t hurt you now, Frankie. It’s unlikely she will ever see the outside of those walls again,” Caleb tells me mistaking my silence for worry. I offer him a smile and carry on eating.
After filling our bellies and making idle chitchat, talk turns to what to do this evening. With butterflies in my stomach, I decide to just put myself out there and hope for the best.
“I’m horny.”
The room goes so silent you could hear a pin drop. I feel my cheeks flush, but I keep my head down, worried about what I might see on their faces.
I hear a stool scrape back before I find myself up and tossed over someone’s shoulder. I glance up and see Sam and Caleb trailing behind me, and now I’m nervous for another reason. I’ve been intimate with all of them at one time or another but never with them all together. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do but I don’t have time to think about
it any longer when I find myself tossed onto my bed. The look in Ryan’s eyes makes my pulse race, and as the others gather round me with similar looks of lust upon their faces, my arousal shoots through the roof.
“What do you need, Frankie?” Caleb asks, and I’m amazed that he thinks I can form a coherent sentence at this point.
“I want you,” I pant, and if I wasn’t so turned on I’m sure I would be embarrassed at the breathy tone of my voice.
“Just me?”
“I… I want all of you. I'm just not sure how it will work.”
“Do you want me to take control?”
I nod in relief, feeling the frustration of not knowing what to say and do ebb away.
“Stand up.” I watch as all three of them take a coordinated step back, leaving ample space for me to stand. I hesitate for a minute before sitting up and climbing to my feet at the end of the bed.
“Strip.”
Nervousness stirs within me, but it doesn’t stop me from doing Caleb’s bidding. I whip my t-shirt off, my head snapping in Ryan’s direction when I hear him chuckle.
“Slowly, Frankie,” Caleb tells me, so I take a deep breath and slide my fingers into the waistband of my yoga pants before slowly sliding them down my legs until gravity takes over and they pool around my ankles. Sam offers me his hand, helping me to step out of them before tugging me towards him. I stumble into his chest. He dips his head and kisses me passionately, making me forget that we are not alone in the room.
Sam breaks the kiss and I whimper, but he spins me round and pulls me back against his chest. Ryan is in front of me, while Caleb is sat in the chair to my right, watching.
“I think she wants to see you naked, Ryan,” Sam tells him, but I can still feel his eyes on me. Even when I focus on Ryan, I can still see Caleb watching me out of the corner of my eye.
Ryan pulls his t-shirt over his head in that sexy way that only guys do, showing me a chest and six-pack that would make most sculptors weep. His hands move to the fly of his jeans. He pops each button through its loop so slowly that my pulse speeds up to counteract it. Sam’s hands move from behind me, distracting me from Ryan as they slide up to the back of my bra. He flicks it open and slides the straps down my arms. When he tosses it to the floor my arms instinctively move to cover myself, but Caleb must have anticipated my intent.
“Arms behind her back, Sam. Naughty girl is trying to cover what’s ours.” He makes a tutting sound as Sam complies, holding both my wrists in one of his hands behind my back.
“So pretty,” I hear Ryan mumble, and I focus back on him, disappointed when I realise that I missed the rest of his striptease. My disappointment doesn’t last long, though, when my misfiring brain realises that Ryan is now completely naked in front of me, his arousal clear for all to see.
Stalking towards me until his body is flush with mine, he tugs my arms from Sam and wraps them around his neck. As he dips his head to kiss me, I hear Caleb call Sam’s name a second before I feel the strings at the side of my underwear snap and his talented fingers pulling them away from my body. A jolt of awareness rushes through me, and I turn my head just in time to see Sam toss the last scrap of material that has been covering me to Caleb, who brings it to his nose and inhales deeply.
My knees buckle in reaction to his hedonistic behaviour, but before I can crumple to the floor I find myself up in Ryan’s arms, with my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His hot, hard length is pressed between us, making me rub myself against him without thought, trying to find some relief. When I feel him glide against my folds, I find myself holding my breath in anticipation.
I am lifted backwards into Sam’s arms thanks to Caleb calling his name again. I turn to scowl at Caleb but end up gasping instead when I feel a hot wet heat against my core. I had been too focused on Caleb to notice the position that Sam was holding me in. His large hands are supporting my weight effortlessly under my legs so I am facing Ryan almost in a sitting position. Well, a lewd sitting position, because with his elbows locked he has forced my legs to open wide, displaying me to Ryan who apparently couldn’t resist a taste… and who am I to complain?
While Ryan uses his talented tongue to excite my already overstimulated body, Sam bites down on my neck. It’s not hard enough to draw blood but with enough force to make me spasm around Ryan’s tongue. I can feel Sam’s erratic heartbeat pressed up against my back and dimly realise that he is naked, too, having obviously undressed when I was in Ryan’s arms. As my arousal spikes out of control, I seek out Caleb and find him still fully dressed, sat in my chair, looking more like a king in a throne. I watch as he opens his zip and slides a hand into his boxers, pulling out a large cock that has me gulping in want and trepidation. A pearl of pre-come glistens on the tip, which he swipes over with his thumb, and that’s my breaking point.
“Sam, now,” I hear Caleb shout. Just as I’m about to explode, I feel Sam slide his rock-hard cock smoothly inside me in a choreographed move that has me detonating around him so hard that for a minute I think I black out.
He holds himself still inside me, giving me time to adjust before whispering in my ear, “Okay?”
“Yes. Sam, please move.”
I don’t know why I expected him to suddenly start pistoning in and out of me, because that’s not Sam’s style at all. He holds me in place and glides in and out of me at a steady pace that has me begging for more. Naturally, he refuses. Ryan is now lavishing my breasts, nipping, sucking and biting, and it doesn’t take long for my body to start spiralling towards euphoria again.
“Sam,” I mumble almost incoherently, not even sure at this point what I’m trying to ask for.
“Now, Frankie,” he growls into my ear before I explode, and Sam is right behind me, calling out my name.
He lowers me down and places me on the edge of the bed, so I can catch my breath. I watch as he removes the condom and marvel that that thing managed to fit inside me. Ryan, who is standing next to me, must have noticed my expression.
“I told you, Frankie, you were made for us.”
“Frankie.”
I lift my head to face Caleb, who is still seated in the chair which is now directly in front of me. His hand is still very slowly working his cock. I’ve just come twice but watching him touch himself, especially fully clothed, is playing havoc on my libido.
“Do you want more?”
I don’t even need to think about it. “Yes.”
“Ryan, get up on the bed and sit up by the headboard. Frankie, I want you to crawl up between Ryan’s legs and suck him off.”
“Fuck, yes,” is his enthusiastic response, and I feel a rush of wetness between my legs at the idea. I wait for Ryan to get comfortable before following Caleb’s instructions.
I grab hold of his cock, unsurprised that I can’t get my fingers around it, and vaguely wonder if there is something in the water that made them all super-sized. Okay, maybe not supersized, but I’m only a small girl, and at the rate they are going I’m going to need a wheelchair to get around tomorrow.
With my tongue, I circle the head of his cock, which makes his hips jerk upwards. On my knees, using one hand for balance, I take him by surprise when I slide him into my mouth and keep going until he touches the back of my throat. Sliding him back out, I suck gently and run my tongue up the underside, flicking over the vein that runs underneath. His hips spasm as he releases a series of random noises that make no sense yet fill me with a sense of empowerment.
His taste is all man. His hard length in my mouth, I’m encased within his bent legs that are pulled tight, showcasing his corded muscles, and yet, despite my vulnerable position, I’m the one who feels in control—a mere slip of a woman capable of bringing one of my superheroes to his knees with just the swipe of my tongue. It’s a heady feeling that has me dripping wet with desire.
Hands on my hips tilt my ass higher than before. I find my calves bracketed with someone else’s. A hard naked body leans over me, a rigid cock burning against me as he
leans down to trail his tongue down my spine, making me judder and swallow reflectively around Ryan.
“Motherfucker,” he shouts before sliding his hand into my hair and twisting it up off my face so that he can see my lips wrapped around him.
“Keep sucking, Frankie,” Caleb calls from behind me, and I now know it's him dragging his cock up and down against my folds. I try to push back against him, but he won’t be rushed as he continues his torturous assault on my senses. Instead, I take my frustration out on Ryan, sucking him harder and faster.
“Caleb,” Ryan says in warning, which must have been what Caleb was waiting for, because in the next second he grips my hips in an unforgiving hold and thrusts in deeply, only stopping when he can’t go any farther. He withdraws slowly before entering me again in one long stroke, setting a rhythm that already has me on the edge of desperation. Another hard suck on Ryan, and using the hand I had on his cock I gently squeeze his balls, which is all it takes to make him explode in my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I swallow it down and lick him gently, until he becomes too sensitive and pulls himself from my mouth. Caleb takes this as his cue to start hammering into me, any semblance of control he once had vanishing in an instant. He manages to find that elusive spot inside of me that I’ve read about, making me see stars before pushing me over the edge.
My pleasure drags him over with me, and we scream each other’s names until my knees collapse beneath me. He places a soft kiss at the base of my spine before pulling out of me.
Caleb disappears to get rid of the condom, and I’m vaguely aware of the sound of running water. Dozing in and out of my happy coma, I open my eyes when I feel myself being lifted into Sam’s arms and carried into the bathroom. He lowers me down into the warm water before sitting on the floor beside me. Ryan is leaning against the counter, and Caleb is perched on the edge of the toilet seat. What is it with him and thrones? They have each donned a pair of boxer shorts again, which is a shame, because I miss the view.
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