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

  “She sure the fuck is. Ass or pussy, bro?” Rye asked him.

  “I think I’ll watch.” He pulled on her nipple, and Frankie moaned louder.

  “Fuck, watch and learn, bro. This is how you satisfy our woman.”

  Rye pulled fingers from her pussy and stood up. He aligned his cock with her pussy and stared at her as he stroked the muscle back and forth against her pussy lips.

  “You like that?”

  She shook her head.

  “You don’t like that?” he asked.

  “Why not?” Nate asked her.

  “You’re teasing me.”

  Rye felt his chest tighten and his cock harden even more.

  “What is it you want, baby? Tell me?”

  “You.”

  He shook his head.

  “Say it. Tell me what you need right now. Don’t be shy.”

  “Rye please.”

  Nate pinched her nipple. “Tell him you want his cock. Tell him you need him to fuck your pussy and then your ass right now.”

  She swallowed hard. “Jesus, you guys are crazy.”

  “Say it,” Nate and Rye told her at the same time.

  “I want you. I want you to fuck me right now, Rye. Right now.” Her face turned red before she shyly looked toward Nate.

  “That’s my girl. Now you get rewarded.”

  Rye aligned his cock with her pussy and slowly pushed into her wet cunt. Frankie moaned and thrust downward, and Rye couldn’t go slow. He grabbed her hips and began to thrust in and out of her pussy. He loved the soft moans she made, the scent of soap, their soap, and the feel of her soft, toned skin. Her breasts bobbed and swayed with every stroke of his cock into her pussy. Nate suckled and pulled on her nipple, arousing her, making her counter Rye’s thrusts.

  “Oh God yes, yes.” She screamed her first release.

  Rye thrust over and over again, but he didn’t want to come in her cunt. He felt so primal and in need to possess her.

  He ran his finger down underneath her to her ass. He felt her cream. She was sopping wet. He found her anus and rubbed her honey back and forth over the spot.

  “Oh, Rye. Please, Rye, stop teasing me. I can’t take it.”

  “Then tell me what you want.”

  She moaned and thrust. She spread her thighs wider and pressed her ass down against his finger.

  He breached her ass with his digit and she cried out.

  “More. More.”

  He thrust his cock into her pussy then pulled his finger from her ass and massaged her ass cheeks.

  “Rye,” she reprimanded.

  “What, baby? What is it?” he asked her, teasing her.

  “I think she wants to get fucked in the ass,” Nate said as he tortured her breasts.

  “Yes. Yes,” she said.

  “You need to ask for a cock in your ass, baby.”

  “I want you to,” she said softly, making him nearly lose his mind with desire for her.

  He rubbed her clit as he moved his cock slowly in and out of her cunt.

  “Your pussy feels so good though.”

  “I want your cock in my ass, Rye. I want you everywhere.”

  He slowly pulled out and then thrust back in. Frankie moaned another release as cream dripped from her pussy. He pulled his cock out of her cunt and used it to coat her anus with her own juices.

  She lifted her thighs.

  “No, no, no. You keep them spread. I’ve got plans for this pretty pink pussy of yours, baby,” Nate told her as he played with her pussy and stroked a finger into her. He eased his finger out and drew circles on her pussy lips.

  “Oh God, I can’t take that.”

  “You will take that,” Rye said then aligned his cock with her anus and slowly pushed into her ass.

  “Oh, Rye!” She moaned.

  Nate leaned down and licked across her breasts as he played with her pussy. Rye began to stroke into her ass then rubbed her thighs while spreading them wider.

  She was completely open to them, and Rye felt as though he was on fire. He watched every stroke as his cock appeared then disappeared into her ass. Her pussy lips swelled, and Nate would lean over and lick, tug, then nibble her clit, making Frankie moan and scream their names.

  She started to lift her hips. “More, Nate. More. I feel something. Oh God, I feel something.”

  She carried on, and Nate rubbed her clit as Rye fucked her in the ass. She shocked them when she pushed Nate aside and pressed her own fingers to her cunt. She countered Rye’s thrusts then pushed her fingers in and out of her pussy.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Nate said aloud, watching her. He latched onto her breast and sucked and pulled her breast. Nate shoved his pants down, and Rye lost his focus and control. He rocked into her three more times and came.

  Frankie moaned. “Oh God, I’m right there. Right there.”

  “Move, Rye. I’ll finish her off. She’s so fucking hot. Goddamn, she’s made for all of us,” Nate said.

  Rye pulled out of her ass and moved to the side. Nate pulled her lower, lifted her up, and kissed her deeply. When he released her lips, she moaned.

  “I need, Nate.”

  “I know what you need.” He put her down, turned her around, and bent her over the table.

  He thrust a finger into her pussy, and she moaned and rocked her hips.

  “You need that tight, aroused pussy fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Yes, Nate.”

  Smack.

  “Oh!” she cried out as he spanked her ass.

  “You’re a naughty little thing. Being so dirty with Rye and telling him you need more.”

  Smack.

  “Yes. Yes.” She shook, and Nate pulled his fingers from her pussy, aligned his cock with it, and thrust into her cunt.

  Frankie screamed out and gripped the table.

  “Yes, Nate.”

  “Mine. You’re all mine now.” He thrust faster and faster.

  Rye watched as Frankie moaned louder. Her eyes closed, and she screamed out an incredible orgasm. Nate followed, grunting and thrusting into her pussy then shaking as he froze and released his seed up into her cunt.

  Nate wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight as he cupped both breasts.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful and perfect. All ours, Francesca. All ours.”

  He kissed her neck and then slowly pulled from her pussy.

  Rye lifted her up and sat down in the chair with her on his lap. She hugged his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. She looked so sexy. Her large breasts pressed against his chest and forearm as he kissed her temple, her forehead, and then her nose.

  “I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”

  Nate squeezed her ass and thigh, making her gasp.

  “Me either, gorgeous.” Nate leaned down and kissed her.

  Then Nate’s phone started ringing.

  * * * *

  Buddy and Jake had just finished up at the state police forensics facility when Nate phoned that Engine 19 had been involved in a serious fire on Beach Road. Mike had sustained possible broken ribs and had been taken to the hospital. They would head there next.

  “Well, that wasn’t exactly the forensics information and helpful evidence I was hoping for, Buddy,” Jake said as he sat back in the unmarked police car as Buddy drove out of the parking lot.

  “Yeah, well, we should have figured Sal Baletti wouldn’t leave a fucking fingerprint or even a hair follicle behind. These men are good at what they do.”

  “Could we at least bring Sal in on the simple fact he was the last person seen with Gloria? Perhaps we can shake him up a little. You know, let him know that we’re not buying his bullshit.”

  “I think that would be fine, Jake, but we need to be careful. When we do prove that he had something to do with Gloria’s death, even if not solely himself, then we don’t want anything stopping us in court from succeeding in locking him up.”

  “What about that other thing we discussed? Detective Bryce Moore?�
�� Jake asked.

  Buddy exhaled. “I’ve been thinking a lot about the guy and how he wasn’t up front with Turbo and myself.”

  “He’s never given any problems. He has a clean file from what I recall,” Jake said.

  “Do you recall where he moved from?” Buddy asked.

  Jake squinted at him. “No.”

  “Chicago.”

  Jake looked just as shocked as Buddy felt when he’d looked that up this morning.

  “Coincidence?” Jake asked, sounding totally unsure about even saying that out loud.

  “I’m not big on coincidences, but we have to assume it isn’t coincidence. It wouldn’t hurt to look a little deeper.”

  “No, it wouldn’t.” Jake looked out the window.

  “Maybe look back at some phone records?” Buddy added.

  Jake turned back to look at him.

  “You think that’s necessary? You really want to open this can of worms and risk hearing from union officials about protocol and right to privacy?”

  “If this son of bitch is involved, the last thing he’ll try to pull would be going to the union. These Balettis are bad news. If he has ties to them, or anyone else affiliated with their criminal activities, then he’s going down, too.”

  “I agree. Let’s do this.”

  * * * *

  Frankie’s heart was pounding. She was surprised by her reaction to learning that Mike had been hurt in a fire. The tears emerged immediately, and then Nate explained that Turbo said no burns or anything major, just maybe broken ribs.

  She tried to calm her breathing as she quickly got dressed in her skirt from the other night and one of Rye’s T-shirts, which would have to do. She tied the long shirt to the side on her hip in a knot. Not exactly fashionable but it did the job.

  During the entire ride over to the ER with Nate and Rye, her mind began to jump from one thought to the next. She was shocked as she gripped Rye’s hand and held on to Nate’s thigh as he drove. She needed the comfort of their bodies because the shock had made her think of her brother, her father, and Oscar. She didn’t want to go through another one of those funerals. She didn’t want to hear the bagpipes, hear the gun salute, look on to a sea of blue uniforms and know that she’d lost a part of her and wonder if the pain would ever ease.

  Mike was a firefighter and Turbo a police officer. Their jobs were dangerous, and she would worry all the time and be fearful each time they left her. Then she worried about Rye and Nate. People were injured and got killed doing construction every day. Not to mention, all four men could be in danger because of her now. It didn’t seem fair to them. They hardly knew her, yet she was giving them the responsibility of committing to her when she really should keep a distance and let them be safe.

  Her heart ached terrible. But I love them. God, I totally, absolutely am in love with them. Why can’t I have a normal life? Why does my life have to be filled with fear, with pain and trepidation of what’s to come next and destroy any happiness I feel?

  “Hey, baby, you’re squeezing my hand pretty tight. It’s okay, Mike’s a tough guy. Some bruised or broken ribs aren’t going to keep him down,” Rye told her.

  She couldn’t look at him. She would cry. She would break down and tell him she loved them but that she couldn’t stay with them. This couldn’t work out. Not unless Kevin, and Carlotto, too, gave up on her.

  Rye brushed her hair from her cheek and kissed her softly. Nate rubbed her hand against his thigh and gave it a squeeze. They were so big and masculine. She felt feminine, cared for and protected with them. But then came the guilty feeling.

  I know if I stay and the danger comes then I’ll lose them. How will I live with myself if they’re killed because of me?

  * * * *

  Rye waited with Frankie as Nate went to check if Mike was okay and if they could see him. Rye’s phone went off. He saw it was Pete, one of Cassidy’s boyfriends.

  “Hey, Pete, what’s up?” Rye asked as he wrapped his arm around Frankie. She sat in a chair in the waiting room, legs crossed and foot shaking, appearing nervous. He wasn’t liking the feeling he had. She’d seemed to change the moment Nate had gotten the call from Turbo.

  “How is Mike? We heard at the department about the fire. Cassidy was concerned, too.”

  “We’re at the hospital now, waiting to see him. Turbo said just maybe some broken ribs and bruising. He needs X-rays.”

  “Damn. Well give him our best. Is Frankie there? Can she talk to Cassidy?”

  “Sure thing. I’ll put her on.”

  Rye looked at Frankie. “It’s Cassidy. She wants to talk to you.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  He handed the phone to Frankie then watched her walk away toward the window.

  Rye kept an eye on her. She was so gorgeous and had an amazing body. Even now in his shirt tied to her side and the short black skirt, she looked hot. But he felt that bit of anxiety, an almost strange sensation as though something had changed. He didn’t know why or what it was, but he would find out.

  * * * *

  “I’m so glad that you’re okay and that you have your men with you. It was a pretty frightening experience.”

  “It sure was, Frankie. Thank God Nate is so hung up on you. Things could have turned out differently,” Cassidy told her.

  “I know.”

  “Hey, you sound funny. Is everything all right? They weren’t rough with you were they?” Cassidy asked.

  “No, of course not.”

  “Yes! So you slept with them. I’m so happy for you. They adore you, Frankie.”

  Frankie turned to look at Rye watching her. She bit her lower lip and turned.

  “Cassidy, I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

  “About the whole ménage thing? It’s too late for that. Besides, you belong with them. They care so much for you.”

  “My brother and father were police officers. They both died in the line of duty.”

  “Oh God, Frankie, I’m so sorry. You’re worried because Mike got hurt on the job?”

  “Yes.” She held back the tears that wanted to fall.

  “Honey, that’s completely understandable, but you can’t worry about them getting hurt or killed. You should focus on your time together and about the positives. Any of us can die at any moment and without warning. Isn’t it better to have loved them, experienced life with them, than to deny your feelings?”

  Frankie thought about that a moment.

  “That’s a lot easier said than done. I’m in a panic right now. Things moved fast.”

  “Hey, slow it down then. They’ll understand. You have to work tomorrow night, right?”

  “Yes, even though Lure and Charlie tried to make me take the night off.”

  Cassidy chuckled.

  “I’m off for another week. Can’t be sporting this nasty black eye and cheek at the club. Besides, my men want me with them and to clear up a few things.”

  “Clear up a few things? Is everything okay?” Frankie asked.

  Cassidy chuckled.

  “Oh, they’re great. It’s just that the guys feel I need a little discipline and to learn to trust them and not keep secrets. I got the third degree from Pete and Jimmy about not telling them about Keith and the order of protection. Never mind not calling one of them when I was scared.”

  “That’s understandable, and I think I get the discipline part.”

  “They spanked your ass, too, huh? Go figure,” Cassidy said, and Frankie gasped.

  “We’ll talk details in a few days. Go take care of your sexy firefighter.”

  Frankie said goodbye then hung up the phone.

  “Baby, everything okay?” Rye asked her.

  She turned around to look at him, her handsome boyfriend, the one she’d just made love with on the kitchen table at his place.

  She handed him his phone. He put it away, and she placed her hands on his chest.

  “I’m being a hundred percent honest with you when I say I got a little freaked out ea
rlier.”

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He smiled down at her.

  “Kind of figured that. Want to talk about why?”

  She shook her head. “Not now. I wonder when we can see Mike.”

  “Guys, come on,” Nate called to them. He was standing there with Catalina.

  “Long time no see, girl,” Catalina teased, and Frankie smiled as Rye held her hand and they followed Catalina. “How’s the shoulder?”

  “Good. Just bruised a little.”

  “Bruised a lot,” Nate added firmly as he placed a hand on her waist and guided her along with Rye. She loved the feel of both of them touching her at once.

  As they rounded the corner, there was Turbo in uniform, talking to a nurse. Frankie felt an instant jealous sensation for the first time. She paused, and Catalina spoke up.

  “Hey, Gracy, he’s off limits. Got his and his brothers’ woman right here,” Catalina said, and Gracy looked Frankie over and smiled.

  “Nice one, Catalina. But you do know I have three boyfriends. In fact one of them works with Turbo.”

  Catalina smiled.

  “You got those wild Murphy boys to stay committed? Good for you, girl. Is Mike still in X-ray?” Catalina asked as Turbo approached.

  Frankie didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, since Turbo pulled her into his arms then kissed her.

  She felt his gun belt wedge against her belly, but she didn’t care. The scent of his cologne, the feel of his strong arms, and the significance of him in uniform aroused her and made her hug him tight.

  He released her lips.

  “Hey, it’s okay. He’s fine. The chief wanted him to come in for X-rays because he was in pain,” Turbo told her.

  He cupped her cheeks and held her gaze. Nate placed his hands on her shoulders from behind.

  “Do you know what happened? How he got hurt?”

  Turbo glanced to right. “Why don’t I let Mike explain?”

  She looked in the same direction and saw him slowly walking toward them with Catalina.

  “The stubborn man nearly threw the wheelchair at Gracy,” Catalina said, and Rye chuckled.

  “Mike, you’re hurt. If they think you need a wheelchair, you don’t mess around,” she scolded him. Mike raised one eyebrow at her as Catalina opened the door. They walked into the room, and Mike sat down on the bed.