Hearts on Fire 5: Loving Frankie (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Turbo eased his tongue along her pussy then added two digits. He pressed upward, her pussy sopping wet and ready for cock.

  “Damn, you like this, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes.’”

  “We want you to tell us everything you like and don’t like, okay?” he asked as he stroked fingers in and out of her pussy. He leaned down and licked her pussy lips.

  She turned, trying to pull her thighs closed, but Mike held one open while Nate held the other open.

  “Oh God.” She thrust her hips upward.

  Turbo chuckled then thrust his fingers faster before pulling them out and swiping along her anus. As he licked her cunt, he maneuvered a finger into her ass.

  “Nate. Oh God.” She moaned.

  Turbo added a finger to her cunt and stroked both holes at the same time.

  “How about this? You like a finger in your ass, and one in your cunt?”

  “I never… Oh God, it feels so naughty and tight.”

  Mike chuckled. He pulled on her nipple. “It is naughty and will feel even better when three cocks are inside you, filling this sexy body up.”

  “Three?” she asked as cream poured from her cunt, and it drove Turbo wild. She’d never had sex with more than one guy at a time before.

  “One cock in your pussy,” Turbo told her and thrust faster. “One cock in your tight, virgin ass.” He thrust his finger faster.

  “And one in this sweet, sexy mouth,” Rye said, tilting her head sideways so he could plunge his tongue deeply in to kiss her.

  She was moaning into Rye’s mouth and thrusting upward at Turbo’s strokes. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and ass.

  “Are you ready, baby?” he asked her as she panted for breath.

  “I think I’m losing my mind,” she said, and they chuckled.

  “Just follow your heart. It won’t steer you wrong,” Mike told her.

  Turbo reached for her hips and pulled her up from the bed. He kissed her deeply, and she kissed him back, running her hands along his arm muscles.

  “On your hands and knees. We need to get you ready,” Turbo told her.

  Mike lay down on the bed, and Turbo placed her on top of him.

  “Nice and easy, babydoll. I’m all yours.” Mike drew her lower for a kiss.

  Rye passed over the tube of lube, and Turbo caressed along her ass cheeks.

  “Take Mike’s cock inside of you, doll. Make him yours,” Nate told her.

  She swung her head to look at him then back toward Mike. Her long, damp hair moved over her shoulder, and Turbo saw the line of tiny freckles along her nape.

  He stopped what he was doing to lean forward and kiss each one. He reached under and cupped her breast.

  “You have these tiny freckles along your neck. Very sexy.”

  Mike held his cock and aligned it with her pussy as she eased down his shaft.

  “Oh. Oh. My. God,” she said, sinking onto him completely.

  “That’s it. Damn, woman, you’re tight. Damn,” Mike said as he gripped her hips and slowly thrust upward.

  “Wait. Wait.” She panted. Turbo stopped. Mike paused, and Nate and Rye looked concerned.

  “Baby?” Mike whispered as he reached up and cupped her cheek.

  She grabbed his hand and held it to her cheek. “It’s been so long. I thought I knew. I mean I… Oh God I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

  Nate reached over and held her chin. His expression was firm as usual.

  “You’re not ready?” he said, and Turbo’s stomach twisted in knots.

  “No, I am ready. I want this. I want all of you. I want to feel more of what you make me feel. It’s just that… Oh God, I feel so much right now, so right, so much more safe right now with you guys here surrounding me like this than I’ve ever felt before. It’s kind of overwhelming, okay?” she said, raising her tone a bit.

  Nate leaned closer.

  “You give us all of you. Don’t hold back, you hear me? Don’t hold back anything. We’re not him. We’re sticking around forever. You’re going to be ours forever. This is a new beginning for all of us. You hear me, Francesca?” he said, and she nodded, reached for him, and kissed him.

  Mike thrust upward, and Turbo pressed the lube to her ass.

  The atmosphere went from taking it slow to moving fast. A feeling of desperation need and hunger filled Turbo instantly.

  He eased his lubricated fingers into her ass. He stroked and maneuvered as she moaned into Nate’s mouth, and Nate wouldn’t release her. Mike thrust upward, and Rye cupped her breast on the other side. They were all there, all touching her, arousing her.

  “I’m coming in, baby. We’re all going to make love to you together.”

  Turbo eased his fingers out and moved the tip of his cock to her anus. She tightened up, and Nate held her, kissed her deeply as Turbo pressed deeper.

  “Let him in, sweetness. You’re made for us,” Rye told her, and she seemed to relax and let Turbo in.

  He pressed deeper until he was fully seated in her ass and moaned.

  “Heaven. You feel like heaven.”

  Nate released her lips, and Frankie moaned and gasped.

  “Oh God, I feel so full. Oh please don’t stop. Please.” She begged for more.

  Mike pulled her lower for a kiss as he thrust upward. Behind her, Turbo thrust into her ass, and then Nate tilted her chin toward him.

  The sight of his brother Nate’s cock moving closer to Frankie’s lips aroused Turbo further. Her tongue darted out to lick the tip, and Nate gripped a handful of her hair.

  “No teasing, doll, or you’ll get a nice pink ass,” he told her, and both Turbo and Mike moaned.

  “Don’t talk so fucking dirty. I’ll come,” Mike grunted through clenched teeth.

  Nate chuckled then moaned as Frankie pulled his cock between her lips and sucked.

  In and out they stroked into her. Mike in her pussy, Nate with his cock in her mouth, and Turbo stroking into her ass. Rye cheered her on and played with her breasts then ran his hands along her ass tapping it, stroking down the crack, and making her moan and shiver.

  “Fuck, baby.” Nate called out as he came. He panted and caressed her cheeks and hair.

  Nate pulled out, and Turbo ground his teeth, thrust three more times, and then came. He hugged her back and kissed her shoulder being careful to not press against her wound as he panted for breath.

  Mike thrust up and down, and Nate took Turbo’s place. Rye tilted Frankie’s chin toward him, his cock in hand, and she pulled him into her mouth. Turbo sat on the bed and watched with a huge smile on his face.

  * * * *

  Nate was feeling overwhelmed with emotion. No woman, no person had ever affected him like Frankie. He wasn’t sure if she was sincere or still hiding stuff, but the more time they spent with her, the more intimate they were, the more truth was revealed. The fucker who’d hurt her had done a lot of damage, both physically and mentally. She had a right to be fearful, but not anymore. Not with them protecting her.

  He eased the lube onto his fingers and added more to her ass. She shivered and shook, but Rye kept a hand on the base of her head and her mouth filled with his cock. His brother’s face was red, and Nate knew exactly how Rye felt. Her mouth was lethal.

  He chuckled then aligned his cock with her anus and began to slowly push through the tight rings. She moaned and thrust onto Mike until Mike held her hips steady.

  “Easy, baby. Let Nate in. We all want to make you ours,” Mike told her.

  She relaxed her muscles, and Nate pushed deeper. He worked his cock into her tight ass until he realized he was holding his breath. As he sank fully into her, he exhaled, and his cock felt on fire.

  “Oh fuck.” Mike roared, thrust two times, and came.

  Rye pulled his cock from her mouth, and Frankie moaned.

  “Oh God, I’m coming. I’m coming,” she said, and Nate smacked her on the ass.

  “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.”

  “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.

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