Page 24 of Frankie (Big Northwest #5)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

JD

F rankie’s eyes drifted to the door behind him, her blue irises glowing in the dim light of the basement.

“Wow.” He faked shock. “You’re thinking way too long about that.”

It really wasn’t a surprise. Protecting the people she cared about above all else was literally baked into Frankie’s DNA. Her reluctance to give up on what may or may not be outside said a lot about her feelings for him. And his commitment to keeping her in the house said a lot about his feelings for her.

More than anything, he wished he could let her go run through the trees the way she wanted. Prowl around to her heart’s content. Normally he’d hold the door so it didn’t hit her on the way out.

But not when unknown dangers could be anywhere. And not until he knew she was healthy enough to do it safely .

“Come on.” He crowded her. “Time to go upstairs.” Frankie allowed him to push her along, even though she kept peeking over her shoulder. “We’ll see how you’re feeling tomorrow and maybe then you can go for a run.”

“Tomorrow we’re going to the warehouse and the meet-and-greet,” Frankie whined.

“If I remember correctly, tomorrow you’re supposed to be resting.” He practically lifted her up the stairs. “But if you’re trying to figure out a way to make a deal on the side, I might be willing to negotiate.”

Frankie was used to doing whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted to do it, so he expected this transition to be hard on her. She didn’t like limitations or rules, and she’d been handed one hell of a long list of limitations and rules today. Left to her own devices, she’d make herself sicker and sicker, just to prove nothing and no body told her what to do. Including her own.

So it was a good fucking thing she wouldn’t be on her own anymore. Because while the parameters of the promise he made might have been different than he originally understood, his commitment to keeping her safe was stronger than it had ever been. Because they were both finally admitting the truth. That she was his and he was hers.

Always had been.

“I’ll stay in tonight if we can go to Shadow Pine tomorrow,” Frankie offered up with a smile and a sexy little wiggle of her hips, not realizing he’d already decided to give her what she wanted.

“I don’t know.” He feigned indecision as she dragged him upstairs, taking them into the bedroom, headed straight to the shower. “I might have to think on it a little.”

Frankie pushed her lower lip out in a pout as she tugged him under the water to rinse away the distinctive scent and chemicals from the hot tub. “What can I do to persuade you?” She ran soapy hands over his skin, pausing to tease at his nipples before sliding lower. “Maybe a little hand action?” Her slick grip fisted over his length, pumping from root to tip as she leaned into his ear. “Or would you prefer my lips around your cock?”

He almost smiled. Nearly gave himself away at the forward way she propositioned him. Everything about Frankie was perfect for him, and this was no exception.

“What I’d prefer is you rubbing your pussy against my tongue as you come on my face.”

Frankie leaned back, eyes wide. “Seriously?”

He met her stare. “Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?”

She opened her mouth. Then closed it. After another second, she said, “You would really pick eating my pussy over getting your dick sucked?”

“Every fucking time.”

There was something addicting about pleasing a woman. Especially one as prickly as Frankie. She didn’t give him an ounce he didn’t earn, so there was a certain amount of pride that came with pleasing her.

Plus, he’d waited years to get his hands—and other parts—on her. It would likely take him an equal number of years to get his fill.

Frankie stared at him a second longer, then her hand shot out to switch off the water. “I really feel like you could have shared this information with me sooner.” She gripped his hand and pulled him out, their wet bodies dripping onto the floor as she hauled him toward the bed.

Luckily, he managed to grab a towel off the rack as they passed and used it to swipe away the worst of the drips before she tackled him to the bed. His already hard dick flexed as she climbed up his body, her movements smooth and graceful.

“Maybe I should have put you in the hot tub sooner.”

“Shut up.” She reached his chest and swung one leg over his shoulder, knee pressing into the bed beside his ear as she brought the slick wetness of her cunt down onto his face. “And show me what that mouth can do.”

He was beyond happy to oblige. Gripping her ass with both hands, he licked up the line of her slit, rocking her body to help the movement since his own range of motion was limited.

That was a big part of what made this particular act so fucking hot. All he could do was lay there and enjoy her offering. Give what she was demanding and hope he’d find enough oxygen to survive. Purely so he’d be able to do it again.

Unfortunately, he had way more stamina than Frankie did. He’d barely gotten started before one hand fisted in the top of his hair, holding him in place as the motion of her hips ground the bud of her clit against his tongue. He groaned against her slick flesh as she gasped above him, strong thighs flexing with the strength of her climax.

Then she toppled over, collapsing onto the bed in a fit of satisfied laughter. The light sound filled his room. His house. His soul. Places that had been empty for years.

He’d tried to fill them. Plenty of times. But no one ever fit. Not like her.

“You are a fucking menace with that mouth.” Frankie grinned as she reached for him, one hand on his arm and the other at his beard as she rolled them across the mattress.

He smiled down at her. “I could say the same thing about you.”

Her skin was flushed as her thighs locked around his hips, fitting his body to hers. “Then I guess it’s good I decided to stop hating you so we won’t be inflicting ourselves on other people anymore.” The hand in his beard tightened, her eyes picking up a little of the threatening glow they’d had earlier. “Just so we’re clear—I will fucking kill you if you touch another woman.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Frank.” He held her gaze, hoping she could see how serious he was. “I’ve got my hands full with you.”

She was everything he’d wanted. The woman he’d spent years trying to replace, knowing it was impossible, but thinking he didn’t have a choice.

“Yeah, you do.” She slid her middle and ring fingers between his lips, the softness of her skin sliding against his tongue. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”

Again, he was more than happy to give her what she wanted.

His groan rumbled around her probing fingers as his body fit into hers. She was so wet. So hot. So tight around him. It was all but impossible not to finish before he'd even really started.

With everything else happening, this was only his second opportunity to experience the fucking bliss that was being inside of her. And while he'd done his damnedest last time to figure out what she liked and how she liked it, anything he'd learned was fucking out the window. Because all he could do was focus on not coming at the first stroke. His best plan of attack was to find whatever pace he could manage and pray she'd beat him there.

Bracing one arm above her head, he gripped the headboard tight, spread his knees to bring his pelvis as close to hers as possible, and started moving in what was less of a thrust and more of a slide, dragging against her clit on every pass .

"Feels so good." Frankie was already panting, which had to be a good sign, but there was a scowl on her face. Her hands slid up his chest, fingers sifting through his chest hair before giving each of his nipples a gentle pinch. “Fucking bullshit that you’re so good at this.” One hand lifted to fist in his hair, bringing his lips to hers for a bruising kiss. “We could have been fucking for the past decade.”

He smiled against her mouth, his free hand gripping the thigh braced at his waist. “Then you would have had issues walking straight way before now.”

“You say that like you plan on lasting more than five minutes this time.” Frankie’s hips moved to meet his next thrust.

“I only have to last thirty seconds longer than you do.” He adjusted his angle until she sucked in a sharp breath. “And I’m liking my odds.”

Her whole body jerked on his next glide, spasming as her cunt clenched against him. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Well I’m sure as fuck not doing it by accident.” He brought one knee up, spreading her wider. “Now stop talking and focus so I don’t make a fool of myself.”

Sex was lots of things, all of them enjoyable when done right, but he’d never had this much fun fucking. Never been able to relax like he could with Frankie. Performance anxiety was a very real thing, but there was zero fear he would disappoint her. That she was judging his every move and word .

Hell, he wasn’t even that worried about nutting too soon. It would give him a reason to do this all again as soon as his cock recovered.

“If you want my mouth to be what makes a fool of you then we’re going about this the wrong way.” Frankie shifted around beneath him, one hand moving to grip his ass. “But I’m sure I can come up with a different plan of attack if you want.”

He hadn’t paid too much attention to where exactly her palm landed, but he sure as fuck noticed when her fingers met the crack of his ass and one of them rubbed at the ring of his hole. It was unexpectedly arousing and ripped a groan from his chest as his dick swelled and flexed, threatening to end his good time.

When the fingers of her other hand flicked at his nipple, he was all but gone, driven to desperation by the woman behind the wheel. Instinct and need took over, pushing him to move faster. Harder. Take every bit of what she’d give. Her body bounced at each slap of his body against hers, the rigid line of his cock spearing deep into her with every savage thrust.

The edges of his vision blurred as he finally gave in. All he saw was her face, eyes rolled back in bliss as his name passed through her lips over and over.

It was the only name she’d be saying like this from here on out. His was the only dick she’d be coming on. The only face she’d be riding .

Because while she might kill him if he touched another woman, he’d destroy any man who even thought about laying a finger on her.

He’d waited years for Frankie to be his, and now that he had her, nothing and no one was going to take her away.