Page 32 of Frankie and the Fed (Untamed Rascals #3)

I woke up to Jamie’s soft snores, the sun blazing behind my blinds, and my scalp throbbing. Right. So, that actually happened.

Gingerly, I extracted myself from her octopus grip, a smile playing on my lips when she whimpered before rolling over and settling again.

I’d rarely woken up with my bed partners before her. Either we never really stopped long enough to sleep, or I simply left before the night could get to that point. Now, I couldn’t imagine waking up any other way.

The shower was warm, and I winced as I assessed my scalp. The water ran clear, and except for some swelling and tenderness, I wasn’t seriously injured .

That was a relief.

I didn’t know how long I stood under the hot water, letting it wash away the night before Jamie joined me.

Her arms wrapped around me, and she rested her head on my shoulder, just holding me close and pressing soft kisses against my neck.

I leaned into her strength and wondered just how many times she needed to let water wash away the horrors of her job.

I turned in her arms, wrapping mine around her waist, and stood on my toes for a kiss. When I pulled back, red rimmed her eyes, and tears mixed with water from the shower.

One look at me and she broke down, sobs hitching her breath. I caught her as she collapsed and eased us down to the shower floor. Water still cascaded over us as she cried.

I didn’t say anything. Nothing could change what happened, but maybe tears and comfort and not being alone can start to heal her.

“I’m sorry,” she said after the tears had slowed and her breathing evened out.

“I’m pretty sure those are my words.” I reached up to turn the shower off and grab towels for us.

“Why would you apologize?” She asked as she stood there, soaked and waiting for me to pat her dry.

“Because you probably wouldn’t have had to kill him if I hadn’t shown up thinking I was uncovering some big operation and ultimately bungling everything.” The truth of that sank into me. I’d fucked up. It was my fault that she had to pull the trigger.

“Listen to me, Francesca Mary Elizabeth Woolbridge. I will kill anyone and everyone to protect you. I will stain my soul so black that it can never be clear again if it means you are safe. The only thing I can’t lose is you.” She cupped my face, eyes boring into mine, willing me to understand.

“But—”

“No buts. You think I was crying over that waste of humanity? No, it was seeing you in danger, knowing that if I had shot him already like I desperately wanted to, you wouldn’t have been in danger. I don’t care about killing him. Losing you would destroy me.”

I swallowed hard and nodded once before pulling her down and kissing her. I put everything I could into that kiss. Every fear. All my pain, hope, joy. Everything I didn’t have words for.

She gripped my neck, careful of my sore scalp, and watched with hooded eyes as I kissed my way down her, stopping to feast on her nipples, milking them as if they could provide sustenance if only I tried hard enough. She moaned and leaned back against the wall, holding me to her breast.

“Frankie,” she sighed.

With one last kiss, I abandoned her nipples, kissing the snake bite moles just under one breast before moving down, tracing every inch of her until I reached the blonde thatch of curls. I pressed one soft kiss just above them before pushing her back until she leaned against the wall.

“Please. Let me pleasure you. Worship you,” I begged from my knees as I looked up at her, letting my desperation for her show on every inch of me.

She shuddered before nodding.

I lifted her leg and draped it over my shoulder. Her pink pussy was already glistening and begging for my touch. I leaned in and nibbled on her lips, moaning at the first taste of her .

“Frankie!” she cried out when I strummed her clit. I latched onto it and sucked as if this, too, could give me life.

I ate her like the starving woman I was, drawing out every bit of her pleasure and pushing for more.

I couldn’t help myself.

My knees ached from the cool tile floor, the angle hurt my neck, but I reveled in the pain for the pleasure it brought her.

“ My fucking chaos whore, so good for me,” she snarled as she cupped my head, somehow still cautious of my tender scalp, and held my face to her, riding her waves of pleasure, soaking me in her cum.

It wasn’t until her legs shook and threatened to give out that I let her go.

She slid down the wall, her legs splayed around me, and pulled me in for a searing kiss, licking every bit of her off my face, and stroking her tongue into my mouth for more.

“I’ll never get tired of the taste of my cum on your lips,” she said when she broke our kiss and pulled me against her.

I settled into her lap and tucked my face against her shoulder, kissing the skin available to me while she ran soothing hands down my back and sides. This was where I was always meant to belong.

“I didn’t actually wash myself in the shower earlier. Want to join me?” she asked. The steam had already cleared from the room, and a chill permeated the air.

“As if I would miss a chance to wash you.” I swatted her shoulder and stood.

She didn’t join me right away, but simply stared up at me with hooded eyes, languid pleasure replacing the earlier pain.

She was so beautiful .

I wanted nothing more than to tether us together and never let her go.

I spread my legs in invitation to her.

She laughed and ran one finger down my slit, sending a small spasm through me. Maybe it was wrong to be so turned on after the night we had, but I didn’t care. I needed this woman.

She smacked my pussy lightly. “No. Behave. It’s time to shower.”