Between us all, we had years of practice in not getting too handsy with her, even when I ached to roll her over and bury myself in her so deep. Or better, just wake her up with my face buried between her thighs. I’d always liked the idea of going down on a girl, but I loved going down on Frankie. Her reactions were so utterly without artifice.
She wasn’t shy about experimenting or telling me when she didn’t like something. The porn had been mostly a joke to get her out of her head the night before. She’d started worrying about whether her mother had gotten served and what her reaction would be. Then there was the mountain of homework, even though she’d been ahead and wouldn’t need long to get caught up on the rest, and her frustration with her wrist and having to rely on us was getting to her.
More, she needed to talk about what happened, but she didn’t want to. She’d talked to Coop, that much I knew. He didn’t say a word to us about what she’d said, only that she’d tried to open up, and she was trying to figure out what she wanted to do about her needs.
As much as I wanted to fix everything for her, I couldn’t. That part I loathed with every fiber of my being. One thing I’d done in all the years I’d known her was protect her, and the one time she really needed me, I hadn’t been there.
Movement had me glancing down as she turned her face toward me. She regarded me with sleepy green eyes, and the trust in them knocked my fury to the side.
“Morning, Baby Girl,” I whispered, and the corners of her mouth lifted.
She twisted to curl her left hand up to my hair, and I dropped my head obediently. When her lips parted beneath mine, I sighed and deepened what I intended to only be a soft kiss. Her tongue stroked mine, and a groan vibrated in my throat.
Then the little minx ground her ass back against me. Fuck. Heat and want pounded through my veins. Curling my fingers against her sleep shorts, I fought to keep my libido in check, but she let out a little moan as she tried roll toward me.
Good intentions shredding, I pulled back only enough to help her roll and settled her splinted arm more securely before diving back in to kiss her. Nudging my thigh back between her legs, I groaned when she fisted my hair and arched her hips arched.
Tracing a path along her jaw, I mouthed little kisses to her skin before easing her back against the pillows. Her breath came out in little ragged pants. With a flick of a look toward Coop, who continued to snore softly, I slid my hands up under her shirt to cover her breasts. I loved how they filled my palms and how her nipples would go all tense and stiff. A little stroke of my thumb, and she’d arch her back.
When she uttered a low sound, I kissed her again, stilling my hands until she quieted. Then nose-to-nose, I flicked another look toward Coop, and she glanced to the side. Her cheeks turned a rosy shade, and I grinned when she met my gaze, her own eyes wide.
She’d forgotten we weren’t alone. I gave her breasts a gentle squeeze and raised my brows. Was she up to a little fun?
The skate of her tongue over her lower lip drew me like a moth to the flame, but then she shifted with care and widened her legs until I could settle between them.
Was it any wonder I loved her? Amusement sparked in her eyes along with daring as she scraped her teeth over her lower lip. I caught one nipple and gave it a gentle twist. Her body arched, and I made a shhing sound.
Gaze fixed on hers as I felt more than heard her groan, I dropped my head down to circle one nipple with my tongue. She shifted, almost restless beneath me, and then went still again as I latched onto the nipple. If she didn’t want to wake Coop, she had to be quiet and still.
I didn’t give a damn if we woke Coop. Little shit had been hinting at it for days beforehand, and I’d read it in his eyes last night. He was as intrigued at the idea of sharing her as I was.
But right now, I was only interested in making her feel good. She’d had enough pain and discomfort the last few weeks. With only the half-light of dawn to illuminate the room and Coop’s quiet breaths beside us, we were alone in this little bubble.
She’d slept without a nightmare.
Sucking the pointed tip of her nipple against my teeth, I sighed as she fisted my hair. I slid a hand down to tease under the edge of her shorts. Dampness greeted me, and it was my turn to swallow a moan as my dick almost pulsed at the idea of sinking into her.
Condoms.
That idea floated through my brain. I had them somewhere. Needed to find them, but for now, I satisfied myself with kissing my way down her stomach. I could play with her breasts for days, I hadn’t been kidding about how pretty her titties were. I’d been half in love with them since the day I came back and discovered she’d developed them during my absence.
I pushed the blankets back off me so I could tug her shorts down, and she helped by pulling her legs up, which spread them wider, and then I was face to face with her pussy and I sighed. I loved everything about her. Biting down on the juncture between her thigh and her body, I stared up at her. She’d clapped her left hand against her mouth to muffle her own sounds.
I paused to grin, and she half-glared at me and half-dared me with the heat blazing in her eyes. I didn’t look away once as I licked her from entrance to clit. Her hips bucked up, and I grinned as I began to nuzzle against her in earnest.
Sweet, musky, and damp, I loved how she tasted. More, I loved how she responded. Her clit seemed to swell under my attention, and I lavished it with more, even as I braced her hip with one hand to keep her still.
My second favorite thing to do while I teased all these responses out of her was to slide in a finger. She clamped down around my index finger as I curved it and eased it in and out. When I added a second finger, I kept swirling circles around her clit.
Her sudden gasp cutting off drew my gaze, and I found Coop kissing her for all he was worth. Satisfaction unfolded in me, and I locked down, increasing the pressure until her cries broke through the stolen kisses and she came in a rush.
I lifted my face to study her flushed chest as it rose and fell rapidly. Her nipples were both peaked, and Coop slid a hand over one, cupping it and teasing the nipple with his thumb as I wiped my cheeks against the blanket.
When Coop finally lifted his head, Frankie looked to me, her eyes glazed over and her lips swollen. For a brief second, worry flashed in her eyes, and I grinned.
“None of that, Baby Girl,” I told her as I stroked the inside of her thigh. I needed a minute to get myself under a leash, because I wanted to finish what we’d started. “That was fucking hot.”
“Yeah it was,” Coop agreed in a similarly ragged tone.