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

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  Nate locked gazes with Rye, and then they looked at Mike. Mike was staring down at Frankie, caressing the hair from her face as he thrust slowly into her mouth.

  “That’s my girl. It feels so good,” Mike told her as he caressed her cheeks and held her hair and head while she sucked him down.

  Nate felt his brother’s love for Francesca. Hell, if he could let himself go and believe she was as amazing as she seemed, he would admit to loving her, too.

  “I’m coming, Frankie.” Rye moaned and thrust faster.

  “Me, too, baby,” Mike said.

  Nate heard both of his brothers moan then Mike’s face tightened and he closed his eyes as he grunted and came in Frankie’s mouth. Mike fell back to the bed, exhausted and more than likely in pain. Frankie lowered her head and moaned as Rye kissed along her shoulder then pulled out of her ass slowly and with care.

  Nate was overwhelmed with emotion. He rolled her to her back, lifted her hands above her head, and entwined their fingers. He held her gaze as he rocked his hips, thrusting his pelvis and cock as deeply into her as he could get. She was a fantasy. Her large breasts rocked and bounced with his every thrust. Her head tilted back, her pelvis lifted, and the sight of her throat, her breasts, and rapid panting sent him closer to his climax.

  “I love your body. I love being inside of you, Francesca.”

  “I love it, too. You feel so good. I’m coming, Nate. I’m coming.”

  She moaned again, and he picked up speed. He rocked his hips and thrust his cock into her tight, wet cunt until he could hardly focus. He heard her cry out. He felt her hot cream drench his cock and her vaginal muscles grip the thick muscle, and he lost it.

  “Francesca. Oh God.” He came. He jerked and spasmed, letting all his seed fill her to her womb, and the thought brought on a surge of possessiveness and deep emotions. He wanted everything with her. He wanted to always feel like this and be this close to her and to his brothers.

  He leaned forward and kissed her. He let his weight press her to the bed a moment as he relished the feeling of knowing she was their woman and no one else’s.

  He released her hands and cupped her cheeks then kissed her again. When he pulled from her body, she moaned softly, and he cradled her in his arms.

  “This is where you belong. Where I need you to be. Right here in my arms with my brothers and me. Always.”

  Chapter 10

  Turbo’s head was pounding. It had been a long day and a long night. After having to go to the hospital with Mike and then heading back to work to assist Buddy and Jake in the investigation, he was exhausted. He tried to be as quiet as possible as he put his service revolver into the locked box, then hung up his belt and placed his badge on the dresser along with handcuffs and other items. They were all right across the hallway in Mike’s bedroom. He’d missed making love to Frankie but was thrilled that his brothers were getting closer to her. Especially Nate and Rye, who held back the most.

  Turbo reached into his pockets, finding spare change from lunch, which had been a chicken wrap from one of the local mom and pop shops near work. He’d just placed the change on the dresser, instead of dropping it into the glass jar, so it wouldn’t make noise. Easing his shoes off, he walked toward the bedroom to check on his family. The thought had him pausing in the doorway.

  My family? When had he considered Frankie as part of the family? As part of him and his brothers?

  Tightness formed in his chest.

  He looked at them. Mike was lying flat on his back, an expression of discomfort on his face, even in sleep. He’d saved lives yesterday. He’d risked his own, and things could have turned out worse. Mike and Lance could have gotten caught in that house fire and died. They were heroes for saving the grandmother and child. He shook his head.

  Then he looked at Nate and Rye. Frankie was sandwiched between them, her face against Nate’s neck, Rye’s body pressed tightly against her back and his arm around her waist. She was completely naked, her sexy, curvy body encased by his brothers, as though they were some kind of protective shields. He was concerned about her past and about the men she’d run from. If they were still after her, still wanting her, it wasn’t a matter of if they would find her but when.

  He eased his way out of the room and headed down the hallway to the other bathroom. His need to feel Frankie in his arms, to make love to her, to get lost inside of her would have to wait.

  He undressed the rest of the way and turned on the shower. His muscles ached from leaning over the computer at work for hours and holding the phone to his shoulder and ear as he made phone call after phone call. This case seemed more complicated and risky than any of them had expected.

  He got in under the multiple sprays of hot water and nearly moaned. He placed his hand on the wall in front of him, hung his head, and just let the hot, steaming water loosen those aching muscles.

  His thoughts still on the case, he wondered if they would find anything concrete to charge Sal Baletti with Gloria’s murder that could hold up in court. Looking into the guy, and his family, more deeply, Turbo, Buddy, and Jake had found out what a scumbag he actually was. Plus, he had ties to other big-shot gangsters. Turbo shook his head. He’d thought mafia types were long gone, something from the past that had died out. This seemed to be a newer, more violent type of gangster mentality and activity. Buddy had some connections across the United States. He found out about other cases, cases that appeared to be connected to the Baletti family as well as to another crime family out of Chicago by the name of Carlotto. Buddy knew the name and knew some background.

  Carlotto was one bad-ass gangster that kept his hands clean of blood by having his employees do his dirty work. None of these men rolled over during interrogation. Instead, they took the fall. They did the time. It seemed this Carlotto guy was very feared and respected. Buddy told Jake and Turbo that his connections said a debt with Carlotto is never paid. You always owe him, and he owns you for life.

  Turbo heard the door creak open and turned to see Frankie. Her cheeks were a nice shade of pink, her lips full like a woman well loved. He just watched her approach.

  “Did I wake you?” he asked.

  She shook her head. “I missed you.”

  He looked her over. She wore a T-shirt, something belonging to one of his brothers. “Come in here then.”

  She didn’t hesitate. She lifted the shirt from the hem up and over her head, her glorious, sexy body instantly right in front of him like a feast to enjoy after hours of hard mental labor.

  He saw the love bites on her breasts and her collarbone. He pulled her under the spray of water, and then he pressed his palms against the wall behind her. She stared up at him then pressed her palms against his chest. He moved one hand to her collarbone and trailed a finger along her skin, down her breast where one love bite stood out.

  “Had some fun with my brothers I see.”

  She glanced down, the water cascading over her breasts, her nipples making his mouth water.

  He lowered, cupped a breast, and licked the tip. Frankie leaned back, giving him full access to her breasts. He continued to suckle the pretty pink bud then traced a pathway down from under her breast below her belly button and to her pussy.

  She opened for him immediately. He released her breast with a pop. “That’s my girl. You know how to please my brothers and me, don’t you?”

  She ran her hands up his chest to his cheeks and then his head. He leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth as he pressed his fingers into her pussy.

  She moaned into his mouth and lifted one thigh up against his thigh as he pressed forward and thrust fingers fast up into her cunt. He plunged his tongue deeply and explored her mouth with his tongue and teeth as he explored her pussy with his digits.

  The feel of her thigh rubbing up and down against his aroused his cock. He was hard and needy for her cunt. He wanted to possess every inch of her, leave his mark on her body and her soul as his brothers seemed to have do
ne earlier.

  He released her lips and continued to kiss her jaw, her neck, and then he suckled, leaving his own love bite against her skin for all to see. She moaned, counterthrusting against his fingers.

  “I need you.”

  “Yes. I need you, too.” She squeezed his arms and then wrapped her body tight against him, squeezing his ass cheeks.

  He pulled his fingers from her cunt, lifted her up, and pressed her back and ass against the tile wall.

  “I ache, baby, and only you can ease that ache.” He held her gaze, and those gorgeous blue eyes of hers bore into his and went straight to his heart.

  He gripped his cock with one hand as he used his hips to hold Frankie up against the wall. She squeezed her thighs against his sides and rubbed her breasts up and down against his pectoral muscles.

  “Fuck, I love this body.” He aligned his cock with her pussy and shoved right up and in.

  Frankie tilted her head back and moaned. He nipped her neck and licked along her throat to her collarbone as he thrust up into her.

  He felt so needy, so out of control.

  “Hold on,” he ordered in a deep, hard tone even he didn’t recognize. He gripped her ass cheeks and began to thrust faster, harder into her tight cunt. The water splashed, and her moans echoed in the natural acoustics of the shower and bathroom. It was all so erotic and wild. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripped his head, and pressed her breasts against his mouth as he fucked her so hard, so fast his legs began to ache and almost cramp. He grunted and moaned, pulled a nipple between his teeth, and yanked hard.

  “Oh!” she screamed out and pressed harder against his mouth. She counterthrust against his cock, and he lost it.

  “Frankie. Come with me. Come now!” he roared, and he rammed his cock into her pussy over and over again.

  He felt his climax coming, and then Frankie’s vaginal muscles clamped down on his cock as she screamed out her release, and he followed, calling her name and thrusting until he couldn’t take the feel of her cunt anymore. His cock was so damn sensitive and spent he pulled from her body, hugged her against the wall, and remained like that until they both calmed their breathing.

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  Frankie hugged Turbo and kissed along his neck and shoulder. She felt so protected and loved in his arms. He turned off the water and then set her feet down.

  “Let me grab the towel for you.” He stepped out and took the towel he had for himself and wrapped her in it.

  “Get your towel so you don’t get cold, Turbo,” she whispered.

  He licked his lower lip then reached out and caressed down her cheek and jaw with his pointer. “After that? Hell, baby, you set my body on fire.”

  You set my heart on fire, Turbo.

  She smiled then watched him walk to the linen closet, grab a red towel, and dry off. She stared, in awe of his body, lean, muscular, the dips and angles like a fine work of art. He must work out really hard to have such an amazing body.

  He turned to look at her, the room quiet.

  “What?” he asked, and she didn’t want to come across as some lust-stricken woman, so she quickly glanced at the tattoo he and his brothers shared.

  “Nate, Mike, and Rye told me about the tattoo you guys share. I like it. That’s very special.” She lowered her eyes to dry off. She released the towel, dried her wet hair as best she could, and then reached for the T-shirt she’d thrown on earlier.

  Turbo gently took her wrist into his hand and stepped in front of her. He lowered to his one knee and leaned forward to kiss her star and moon tattoo.

  “Have I told you how much I like this tattoo of yours?” he asked then licked the tattoo and nibbled on her hipbone, making her giggle and pull back.

  “No, you haven’t,” she teased. He pulled her back by her hips then leaned forward and kissed her belly.

  “Well I do. I love this sexy body. I love your scent, the feel of you in my arms, and mostly I love getting lost inside of you.” He kissed the top of her pussy, and she ran her fingers through his damp hair.

  “I love your body, too, and all these muscles and the tattoo you and your brothers share and getting lost with you inside of me, making me feel safe and loved.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, his cheek pressed against her breasts. They stayed like that a moment until she felt his tongue lick the underside of her bosom then along the tip. He pulled her nipple between his teeth and tugged.

  “Turbo.” She gasped.

  She felt his hands move along her ass then spread her cheeks. He ran a finger down the crack.

  “I nearly forgot,” he said, pulling back and stroking his finger back and forth over her anus. “I love this ass, too.”

  He stood up, picking her up into his arms in one smooth motion as if she weighed nothing at all. She straddled his waist, and he turned and headed out the door, flicking off the light switch. As they walked down the hallway, they met Nate.

  “How’s our girl?” he asked.

  She felt every body part react. Nate stood there in only his briefs, looking like some sexy male underwear model.

  “Fine. Why wouldn’t she be?” Turbo asked, now sounding concerned, as if she hadn’t told him something was bothering her.

  She was confused, and then Nate approached and now they stood in front of another bedroom doorway. Nate reached out and stroked a finger along her back and ass.

  “Because I heard a whole lot of gasping and moaning. Sounded like she’s really in need of more loving from her men. What do you think, Turbo?”

  She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Turbo lock gazes with Nate.

  “Her ass is calling to me.”

  That was it. He carried her into the bedroom, and in a flash, both men had her spread on the bed and were licking, nipping, and arousing every part of her body. She moaned and squirmed as Nate feasted on her breasts while Turbo grabbed things out of the dresser drawer.

  They both lay on either side of her, a hand to her inner thigh spreading her wider.

  “Open all the way and let us get this body ready for both of us,” Nate told her. His voice firm, his tone commanding.

  She panted, and her breathing grew rapid.

  “Arms up behind your head. Don’t let them down, and we’ll reward you,” Nate told her as he traced a nipple with his fingernail.

  She slowly raised them upward above her head, and Nate and Turbo pulled her body lower to the edge of the bed.

  Nate held her gaze as he traced her pussy lips with his finger.

  “How does that feel, baby?” he whispered, stroking her pussy and then pressing his finger deeper. He dipped it in then pulled it out teasing her.

  “Good. So good.” She moaned.

  Her legs tightened, but they remained open as Turbo slid to the floor. He pressed one hand against her inner thigh and stared at her pussy.

  “That’s fucking hot. Watching my big brother finger your cunt and get it ready for his cock.”

  “Oh God, Turbo.” She moaned and felt her cream drip from her cunt.

  Turbo smirked.

  “That’s right. Get those juices flowing, Frankie. You’re about to get fucked in your ass and your pussy by Nate and me.”

  He leaned down and licked her anus. She nearly shot up off the bed.

  “Hands up. Lie still,” Nate ordered, and she widened her eyes at him.

  He was so forceful and demanding. It turned her on beyond belief as her pussy leaked more cream. She felt the cool liquid and moist finger press against her anus.

  “Look down there. Watch us feast on you,” Nate said.

  She tilted her chin to her chest and saw Nate fingering her pussy. The lips were moist and wet, and then he stuck his tongue out and licked all around it, making her belly tighten and her pussy swell with need. Nate was between her legs. He nipped the sensitive part of her ass cheeks that bordered her anus. She tightened and lifted and then felt the tip of his finger press through the tight rings of
her ass.

  “Oh God, I can’t take it. I can’t take it.” She moaned and rolled her head side to side. Both men began to finger her ass and pussy faster. They stroked and thrust, and when she went to close her legs because they were shaking, both men’s large, firm hands held her wider. She screamed her release, thrust, and rocked on the bed until she felt them remove their fingers.

  Frankie had nearly cried out, demanding they give her more, when suddenly Nate lifted her up so she straddled his waist, and he aligned his cock with her pussy and pulled her down as he thrust upward. She gasped, losing her breath as the thick, hard muscle filled her to her womb. Behind her, Turbo spread her ass cheeks, pressed the mushroom top of his cock to her anus, and began to slowly push in. She wanted, she needed, so badly, she pressed her ass back.

  “Easy, baby. I don’t want to hurt you,” Turbo said, sounding as though he was being tortured. He put her needs first, and she loved him for it, but her hunger, the overwhelming need to feel both men inside her was greater.

  “Get in, Turbo. Get in now.” She moaned as she lowered and lifted on Nate’s cock.

  Nate gripped her hips and squeezed. “Watch it. We’re in charge in the bedroom.” Nate was firm.

  She parted her lips when she felt Turbo push his cock deeper.

  “I don’t know, Nate. I kind of like the fact we make her so fucking horny she demands a cock in her ass.” He shoved all the way in, and she couldn’t respond to his comment. Instead, she held on for the ride as both men fucked her together until she felt like a rag doll and came two more times.

  Nate grabbed her, bringing her down lower as he covered her mouth and kissed her deeply.

  Turbo moaned then held himself in her ass as he came, smacking her ass cheeks then massaging them as she moaned.

  He pulled from her ass slowly, and as soon as he was out of the way, Nate rolled her to her back and pounded into her, entwining their fingers above her head. She held his gaze and watched his teeth clench and his face turn red, and they both moaned together as they came.