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

  “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.

  * * * *

  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, Bil
ly, 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.

  “Side by side. You and I are going to do a sweep. Not sure of the number of residents in this home. Let’s make it quick,” Lance told him.

  “I’m right here with you,” Mike said, and then they heard their radios go off.

  “Got the grandmother and a small child, four years old, still missing. The other children say grandmother lives in an apartment downstairs,” Chief Martelli radioed to them.

  “Got it.”

  “Let’s head down the stairs. Maybe they’re in there.”

  In the next instant, they heard the explosion. The entire house shook, and they both knelt down and covered their heads. Pieces of wood and railing hit them, covering them.

  “Shit. You okay, Mike?” Lance asked.

  “Yeah. You?”

  He nodded, and Mike felt the ach in his arm and leg. One look at Lance and he saw the expression of pain. They were both hurt, but there were two people trapped inside this house. They needed to get to them.

  Painstakingly, they made their way down the staircase leading to the lower level. Their chief radioed in to make sure they were okay.

  As they descended the stairs, more smoke began to encase the lower level and the side walls by what appeared to be a bedroom covered with flames. The heat was unbelievable.

  Mike scanned the room. They had to move in closer. They checked the bed. Lance checked the closet mere feet from the fire. Mike moved around the bed to the floor. There were no windows. The basement was a death trap.

  He saw the ponytail.

  “Lance,” he called out and knelt onto the floor. The little girl was crying and shaking her grandmother, who lay unconscious on the floor.

  “We got her. Come on now, honey,” he said to the child, who was coughing. Her face was blackened from the smoke.

  “I got the woman. You take the child,” Lance said.

  The little girl was hesitant, but he lifted her up and into his arms. Lance bent down for the woman. As they headed out of the bedroom, another explosion rumbled the house. The stairs they’d come from erupted in fire and smoke. They covered the woman and child as best they could.

  “We need help in here. The staircase by the front door is engulfed in flames. There no other way out,” he called into the radio.

  “Coming in now,” Chief Martelli said over the radio.

  A few seconds passed, and then the sounds of creaking made Mike wonder if he was going to get out of here alive. But then water began shooting from the staircase. The fire sizzled to smoke, and there were Bear, Hal, and Marcus, shoving wood out of the way and making a pathway to escape.

  “We need to move. This house isn’t going to be standing much longer,” Marcus said as Mike and Lance carried the victims from the home with their fellow firefighters right behind them.

  The paramedics were there, including Johnny Landers, who took the little girl from Mike. “Great job, Hawk,” he told Mike, and Mike watched the little girl reunite with her family.

  Two other paramedics were working on the grandmother. She wasn’t breathing.

  Breathe, damn it. Come on now. Breathe.

  He felt Lance right beside him.

  “She’ll make it. We got to her in time. She’ll make it,” Mike told him, hoping that the woman lived.

  “We got a pulse. It’s weak, but we have one. Let’s get her to the ER,” Johnny said, and Lance and Mike looked at one another.

  “That was close.”

  “Tell me about it,” Mike said and then undid his turnout coat.

  He could instantly feel the pain, the bruising against his arm and ribs. He flinched, and Lance squinted at him.

  “You okay?”

  “I’ll be fine.” He started to head toward the truck and to begin cleaning up. Lance grabbed his arm, and Mike cursed.

  “If you’re hurt, you have to get checked out. It’s protocol,” Lance told him, saying it loudly so the others would hear.

  “Hawk, get your ass over there now. That’s an order,” Chief Martelli yelled at Mike. Mike shook his head at Lance. He didn’t need to be pampered or fussed over. He would check himself over at the Station. But there was Ace, giving his back a shove.

  “Come on, tough guy. I’ll hold your hand.”

  Mike shook his head as the teasing began, and he chuckled. When he took off his turnout coat by the ambulance, Mercury St. James was the paramedic checking out his injuries.

  “Damn. This is going to be nasty for a while. What the fuck happened?” Mercury asked, and Mike explained about the railing and walls exploding over him and Lance but how he’d been closer.

  He pressed along his ribs, which were sore, too.

  “Could be broken. You may need X-rays.”

  “Fuck that. I’ll be fine,” Mike said and pushed his shirt down.

  Mercury crossed his arms.

  “Come on now. Don’t be bullheaded. You’re the most sensible of all of them,” Mercury teased.

  “Hey, what the hell?” Lance said as he joined Mercury and Mike.

  Ace chuckled then headed back to help the others. One glance up toward the house and Mike could see that the fire was out and now stood an unrecognizable house of smoldering smoke, broken windows, charred nearly to a crisp siding and what could have been all of their graves. The house would be demolished. It was located on such a beautiful spot right across the street from beach. One of the older dwellings in Treasure Town.

  Mercury chuckled. “Tell your boy he needs to go for X-rays. Now.”

  “What’s this about X-rays?” Chief Martelli asked as he approached. Mercury lifted up Mike’s shirt.

  “Shit. Go. Now. That’s an order.” Martelli pointed at Mike, and Mike blew out his breath.

  “This is stupid. I don’t need to go by ambulance.”

  “Then you can go in my car.” Mike looked up to see his brother Turbo standing there in uniform, all official.

  “That works for me. We’ll work out the report together later, Turbo. Just get him checked out,” Martelli said.

  “You got it, Chief.”

  “Come on,” Turbo said, and Mike tensed up as he walked.

  His buddies wished him well and teased him a bit, but it was all good. No one had died today. They could have lost the family of six in that house, but they didn’t. So what if he was a little banged up. He would live to serve another day. That was life as a firefighter.

  * * * *

  Rye couldn’t take his eyes off of Frankie. She wore one of his shirts, which hung to right above her knees. Her breasts filled out the top of the shirt, and since they’d hidden her bra and panties, she was naked underneath. He pulled her close as she tried to clean up the dishes from breakfast.

  Wrapping his arms around her waist, he stared up into her eyes as she stood in front of him placing her hands on his shoulders.

  He was sitting in the chair, legs spread, wearing sweatpants and no shirt.

  He ran his hands under her shirt and massaged her ass. “I think I can get used to seeing you in just my shirt all the time.”

  She smiled down at him as she ran her hands over his shoulders and then gently massaged his neck.

  “I d
on’t think that would work,” she whispered, and he squeezed her closer then pressed a finger down the crack of her ass to her pussy. Her lips parted.

  “Why not?”

  “I would never be able to leave the house.”

  He pressed one digit up into her cunt.

  “That’s the whole idea.”

  She stepped closer and lifted one leg up and against his thigh, giving him better access to her pussy.

  “You feel awfully wet, Frankie.”

  She held his face between her hands and moved her lips closer. “I guess you turn me on.”

  He thrust a little harder. “You guess, or you’re sure?”

  “Oh. Oh God, sure. Definitely, positively sure that you turn me on.”

  “Good.

  He pulled his fingers from her cunt, lifted her shirt up and over her head, and then lifted her by her hips, placing her ass on the table.

  He shoved his sweats down, his cock hard and tapping against his belly, and stepped out of them.

  “Lie back. Hold your thighs open. I want dessert.”

  “Oh jeez, you’re so wild.” She panted as she lay back.

  He grabbed her hands, placed them on her inner thighs, and began to direct her in spreading them wider.

  He released them and watched her.

  “All the way back. I’m exploring this pussy and ass then fucking them. Got it?”

  She nodded and pulled her thighs back.

  “What do we have here?” Nate asked, and she began to close her thighs when Rye stopped her.

  “Don’t you dare. This body belongs to Nate, too. Open for both of us.”

  She bit her lip and spread her thighs as wide as she could.

  Rye rubbed his hands together and stared at her glistening cunt.

  “Now this is a feast made for kings.” He licked her from anus to pussy. Back and forth he wet each hole then pressed a finger to her cunt, pulling more and more juices from her body.

  Nate leaned over by her side and held her hands up and above her head then licked across a nipple.

  “Delicious,” he whispered.