Page 18 of Frankie (Big Northwest #5)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

JD

I t was a crazy thought. To believe he could make everything up to her. That she’d allow it.

That it wasn’t too late for him. For them.

“Stupid, stubborn man.” Frankie shoved at the shirt still draped over his arms, pushing the flannel free before skimming her hands up the bare skin of his arms. “I should kick your ass for thinking I can’t take care of myself.” Her trailing fingers reached his nape and speared into his hair. “Fucking bullshit.” Her hold tightened as she pulled his mouth back to hers, sealing them together once again.

She tasted so damn good. Felt even better. The press of her nearly naked body beneath his had his dick so hard it ached. After imagining something for so long, chances were good it wouldn’t live up to the expectations built, but nothing could compare to Frankie’s heated skin under his hands. It was fucking bliss.

Except the goddamn bra holding the last parts of her captive. The parts he’d guiltily jerked his dick to more than a few times since discovering those damn piercings.

Wedging one hand beneath her back, he fumbled with the clasp of the stretchy garment, finally managing to get the three hooks loose so he could peel the damned thing away and finally soak in all of her.

Especially the barely pink buds of her pierced nipples.

“Fucking hell, Frank.” His mouth descended onto her, hungry as a starved man as he pulled one of the small peaks between his lips, groaning at the added texture of the barbell beneath his tongue. Her flesh puckered, pushing the smooth steel higher as she arched into him, testing his willpower and his sanity.

To be fair, she always tested his sanity. And his patience. And his temper. Always had. Always would.

It was what set her apart from everyone else. She pushed his buttons and for some reason he ate that shit up. Then came back hungry for more.

And fuck was he hungry for more of her now.

He followed the ink lining her skin like a path, letting the brightly colored designs glide under his lips as he moved down her belly, pausing to nip at her navel before gripping both thighs and spreading them wide.

He’d seen just about every inch of her over the past few days. Had committed all of it to memory. But the sight of her before him, wet and wanting, still stole his breath. Still made him question if this was as real as it seemed.

If he was about to wake up any second and realize she was still out of his reach.

But then her fingers locked into the hair at the top of his head and she shoved his head back so his eyes met hers. “If you make me wait one more second for this, I swear to God I’ll?—”

A slow smile curved his lips. “You’ll what?” He was curious now. Interested to hear her plan.

The threat it surely came with.

Frankie’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll shave your beard off while you sleep.”

“Liar.” He tossed her earlier accusation back Frankie’s way. “You love my beard.”

The scowl on her face confirmed his claim almost as much as the way her hands kept finding their way into it. “Not when it looks like a feral animal.”

“I guess it takes one to know one.” He fought the hold she had on his hair to drag his lips over the inside of one muscular thigh.

Frankie scoffed. “I’m not feral.” She wiggled, trying to get a different area under his mouth. “But I’m about to be.”

He gripped her tighter, pinning her body in place, and laughed when she grunted out a sound of frustration. “You came into the world feral, Frank. That’s part of what I like about you.”

She went still. “What else do you like about me?”

The list was long and varied. He’d had years to compile it. “I like your attitude.” He pressed another kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh. “I like your determination. Your stubbornness. The way you stand up for yourself and the people you care about.” Another kiss. “I like the sound of your voice. The way you smell.” He finally leaned in, running the flat of his tongue up her heated slit. “The way you taste.”

Frankie sucked in a sharp breath, the lean muscles of her legs locking against him as he took another lick, the slick sweetness of her reeling him in.

He’d planned to tease her—torment her—a little longer. That probably wasn’t going to happen. No part of him was capable of resisting her any longer. He’d already used up every ounce of self-restraint he possessed where she was concerned. And that lack resulted in his mouth locked onto her heated, swollen flesh.

“Like that.” Frankie’s heels dug into the sofa, her head falling back, eyes closing as she offered up encouragement he never would have expected. “That’s perfect. Right there. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t intend to. Not again.

Flicking the tip of his tongue against the hard nub of her clit, he slid a finger into her silky channel. When he curved it to tease against the slightly rough spot on the front wall, her toes curled and her back bowed, a sweet, mewling sound spilling through her lips.

Right as she was about to come, he pulled away, leaving her panting and grabbing for him as he raised up over her.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Her eyes flashed. “I was right there.”

“And you’ll be right there again.” JD grabbed his shirt from the floor, using it to wipe her wetness from his beard before tossing it back down, eyes locked with hers as he did. “But the only way you’re coming tonight is on my cock.”

He’d imagined this moment a million different ways. Had more than enough time to decide exactly how he’d want it to go. And while very little of this was going to plan, she was coming around him.

With him.

Frankie angled a brow at him. “You sound awful sure of yourself.”

“I am.” He might not blow this out of the water right out of the gate, but come hell or high water, he was going to feel her come from the inside. Didn’t matter what he had to do to get her there or how long it took. “So buckle up. This might be a bumpy ride.”

Frankie’s lips pressed together, but only stayed that way for a second before she busted out laughing. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“I can’t believe you’re giving me shit like I’m not about to moderately rock your world.” He fought a smile of his own as she started laughing harder, one hand resting on her stomach as she cackled, the sound filling his house.

The house he built for her thinking she’d never know. Never see the depth of his failure.

Of his sacrifice.

“Moderately, huh?” Frankie grabbed his beard, pulling him over her. “Way to build anticipation.”

“What can I say?” He settled onto his elbows and knees. “I know a thing or two about providing an acceptable dicking.” It was so easy to fall back into the way they used to be. Back before shit got complicated and the weight of responsibility was dropped on his shoulders.

Frankie’s eyes practically glowed as she grinned up at him. “Too bad I forgot my score cards at home.”

He notched the head of his dick against the welcoming heat of her body. “This is a practice run.” He paused, thinking through what he’d discovered so far before hooking a hand around her ankle and bringing it to his shoulder. “It takes a few trial rounds before judging starts.” Watching her face closely, he eased his body into hers.

Frankie was tall but he was an abnormally big man—in just about every way—and the last thing he wanted was for her to be uncomfortable. Especially since he was already fighting the need to come.

He rocked against her, easing a little deeper. “Too much?”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “Please don’t tell me you really think a dick is what’s going to break me.” Frankie pushed her hips toward him, dragging his body deeper into hers.

“It’s not about breaking you, Frank.” He gripped her hip, making sure she couldn’t force him any closer to the edge than he already was. “I want to make sure we’re both on the same page.”

Her blonde brows lowered. “I’m on the page where you get to it and start fucking me.”

“So fucking impatient.” He tipped his head to press a kiss to the bottom of her bare foot. Then, with one hand at her thigh and the other still on her hip, he sank deep, burying himself completely.

Frankie’s eyes closed, her lips curving. “Much better.”

The base of his spine was already tingling, the muscles of his stomach tensing reflexively, unaware this was nowhere close to being over. Turning all his attention to Frankie, he did his best to ignore the slick, velvety softness of each drag as he gave her what she wanted.

Knowing where he needed to aim, he shifted on his knees, angling his hips a little for the next thrust. That had her eyes opening on a sharp inhale and the leg at his shoulder jerking.

There it was.

Suppressing a smile, he repeated the motion, a little disappointed when he didn’t get the same reaction. He was close, but didn’t have the magic combination figured out yet.

Taking a guess, he moved the hand at her hip, flattening it against her lower belly, just above her pubic bone, and pressed down gently before filling her again.

“Fucking fuck.” Frankie’s whole body jolted and her pussy clenched tight.

“What’s wrong, Frank?” he taunted. “You seem jumpy.”

She let out the sexiest sound he’d ever heard as he pistoned into her again.

“Shut up.” She arched under him, her hands flailing around in search of something to grab onto. One found its way to his arm and the other went to his hip, holding tight as he worked her right back where she’d been, making good on his promise.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one getting worked up. The feel of her under him—around him—was already almost too much, making him grit his teeth against the tightening in his balls. There was no way he would last much longer, and desperation had him adjusting the hand on her belly, shifting it so the pad of his thumb rested right against the bead of her clit.

Then he started to stroke, teasing against it with every thrust of his body as his vision started to blur and his dick started to twitch and swell. He was in a race against his cock, and the bastard wasn’t slowing down.

“I’m—” Frankie’s eyes locked onto his, lips parted, thighs jerking against him as her pussy spasmed, squeezing around him in pulses that sent him over the edge.

His hips sealed them together as heat raced through his loins, riding the back of a pleasure unlike any he’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just physical. There was so much more to it. More than he could begin to unpack.

He collapsed over her, managing to hold the bulk of his weight off her panting body as their ragged breaths mingled and his lips ghosted against hers. He wanted to drag the moment out forever. To stay where there was nothing between them.

Frankie made an odd sound. Almost a choking sort of noise.

Then she started to laugh, her body flexing under and against him as she cackled.

He lifted his head, but didn’t move away. “That bad?”

She shoved at his chest. “You ass. You know it wasn’t bad.”

“I mean, a man can hope, but…” There weren’t any guarantees when it came to sex.

“Shut up.” She pushed at him again. “Get off me. I need to go to the bathroom to make sure you didn’t just fuck a UTI into me.”

With one more shove, she launched him not only off her, but also off the couch, sending him rolling onto the floor where he stayed, watching as she quick-stepped to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she left the door open as she did her business. Yet another thing that set her apart from any woman he’d tried to date.

“So we’re gonna jump right into peeing in front of each other?” He pushed up on one elbow, raking a hand through his messed-up hair. “How long till I have to smell your farts?”

It was a question he would never have asked another woman. And that was likely part of Frankie’s appeal. She wasn’t shy or bashful. He never had to guess what she was thinking. How she felt. It was all right there, front and center.

“I guess that depends on where I’m sleeping tonight.” The toilet flushed and she strode out, shoulders back, unbothered by her nakedness.

She was the only one.

His dick twitched, already thinking another round didn’t sound like a bad idea.

And Frankie didn’t miss it. Her eyes went right to where it laid against his leg, gaining length and girth under her unblinking gaze.

He leaned back against the couch, letting her look her fill like he had that morning. “I’m thinking it might be best if you sleep in my bed.” The thought of having her next to him all night had his cock nearly ready for a second round. “A few girl farts don’t scare me.”