Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable Book 7) Page 4

  Bubba coughed and shot me a look.

  “What?” The mild outrage on his face amused me. Not as much as the flare of curiosity though. “I know you’ve watched porn. I was there the first time we all watched it.”

  And turned it off like five minutes later ’cause Frankie had wandered back in and that was just not a place any of our fourteen-year-old minds needed to go while she was in the room. Not that it hadn’t and often, but still, not with her there.

  “Look,” I continued, not needing him to answer. “We started with the making out. I liked watching her with Jake. He liked watching her with me. It took a little adjustment, not a lot. It’s not like we haven’t been around each other.” Fuck, I’d seen Bubba getting a blowjob, and I damn well knew he’d seen me get more than that. Not that we needed to revisit the memories. “The point is, my primary concern was always Frankie’s comfort. It was easy with Jake. And then he introduced her to porn.”

  Sorry Jake. Hopefully, the bus didn’t leave skid marks.

  “And it kind of went from there.”

  Bubba nodded once, and the sound of Frankie’s voice neared.

  “That said, if you want to experiment, I’m game. You get uncomfortable or need me to leave, say the word.”

  “Same for you,” Bubba said.

  Yeah, discomfort wouldn’t be my problem, beyond a raging hard-on if I didn’t get to play, but hell, for Frankie? I’d try anything once.

  “Done.”

  I’d finished adding the last of the icing to the cinnamon rolls and watched as he poured Frankie’s coffee before starting it brewing again.

  “Bubba? Just…go with whatever feels natural. I’m easy.” But on that note… “Although, if anyone spanks me, it better not be you.”

  He stared at me a beat, and then the tensions split right down the middle and we cracked up. Frankie arrived at that moment, and I was still laughing, though I had to be careful not to choke on my drool. All warm and flushed from the shower, she padded out in an oversized T-shirt with her long legs on display, and I swore the semi I’d been sporting for most of the morning flared to life.

  “Sorry,” she murmured as she gave Bubba a hug and kiss, and he passed her coffee over. I carried the big plate of cinnamon rolls to the table along with my cup. As soon as I sat down though, I had a lapful of warm Frankie. “Hey,” she greeted me, and I smiled against her lips and curled an arm around her to keep her stable. I hadn’t been intending to shove my erection in her face, but having her on my lap made that a moot point.

  The shadows in her eyes were still present, but some of the swelling from all the crying she’d done on Friday had finally seemed to ease. No escaping the bruised or haunted look. I didn’t often want to inflict violence on others, but I was with Archie on this one. Fuck his dad and her mom.

  She cradled the coffee in her hands, and I slid my fingers up to comb through the damp curls. She hadn’t dried it fully. “Everything all right with Rach?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted as she reached for one of the cinnamon rolls. Bubba gave her an approving nod and shot me a relieved look as soon as she bit into one. I’d made a ton just for her, and Bubba seemed to be doing what I was doing—waiting for her to eat.

  Our girl, who loved food, hadn’t done more than pick at anything the last couple of days. Archie had gotten her to eat the day before, but only because he kept picking up bites on his fork and holding it in front of her until she ate.

  Bossy, but effective.

  Jake had done the same thing later, going out to pick up a platter of potato skins. Still, not enough by Frankie standards. She pulled apart the cinnamon roll though and offered me a bite with sticky fingers. Nudging my coffee aside, I snagged one of the cinnamon rolls and pulled the still warm goodness apart and held up a bite to her mouth. Her eyes lightened a fraction, and when she opened up, and I pressed the bite in and then took the bite from her fingers at the same time. Only I made sure to suck her fingers in to clean them off.

  It was the least I could do. Her pupils dilated, and she grinned before offering me another bite. Challenge accepted. From the corner of my eye, I kept an eye on Bubba, well aware that he was watching us. If he couldn’t handle this, then it was a firm no for us to experiment. Then again, he’d seen all of us cuddling and kissing her, and that seemed to be less of an issue.

  Still, baby steps.

  Frankie sucked on my fingers this time and that pulse went straight to my cock, and she chuckled as she finished the bite before stuffing the rest of the cinnamon roll in my mouth. I’d been expecting it, even as she got the sugar all over my lips. Sliding my free hand into her hair, I tugged her back for a cinnamon and sugar flavored kiss that had her all but squirming and let me know that in no uncertain terms she had on no panties.

  Fuck.

  Me.

  Bubba let out a little grunt of sound as Frankie lifted her head and grinned at me. There was still a bit of icing on her lips, but she turned to Bubba and he leaned over and kissed her, licking her lips clean.

  When he leaned back, Frankie let out a little sigh and then recaptured her coffee mug. Running a hand up and down her back, I gave her a minute before I could switch tracks back to the earlier conversation. The flex of her ass against my very rigid dick wasn’t helping, but two could play at that game.

  “What’s up with Rachel? Boy problems?” Was I really asking that? Sure. Why not.

  Frankie made a face. “I don’t know. She still doesn’t want to talk about it. But she said she had a date tonight and I don’t think it’s with the same person, but then she was really, really vague. I don’t know whether to press or to leave it alone.”

  “What would Rachel do?” Bubba asked.

  Frankie and I both looked at him. He had a point. “But she’s not me,” Frankie said. “And even when she’s pushy with me, if I tell her I really don’t want to talk about it…she lets it go.” She let out a little sigh and reached for her phone. It hadn’t made so much as a twitch since she set it on the table, but she checked it anyway.

  No messages.

  “Okay, what do you do to us when we don’t tell you things?” Bubba tried, then winced. I didn’t mean to laugh. I swear, I didn’t. But the chuckle escaped anyway.

  Frankie pinched me, and I deserved that. “I’m getting better about calling you on it,” she argued, and I agreed.

  “Yes you are,” I told her, and Bubba rubbed a hand over his face.

  “Yes, Angel, you are. We’re all getting better at this talking thing.”

  You’d think it was the one skill we’d mastered, but no, we had a learning curve, myself included. “I’ll talk to her again,” Frankie said finally. “But maybe I should save all the drama here for the next conversation.”

  “You haven’t told her yet?” I wasn’t fishing, not specifically, but Rachel had been enormously good for Frankie.

  “No, I haven’t talked to anyone but you guys.” Some of the lightness in the air evaporated, and Bubba reached over to slide a hand over her leg, even as I hugged her. “Sorry,” she murmured.

  “Nothing to be sorry about,” I said in nearly the same breath as Bubba released, “Angel, you don’t have to be sorry.”

  She made a face and then wiggled a little—kind of killing me there—so she could look at both Bubba and me.

  “You’re both trying to distract me to keep me from worrying or obsessing or going to find Maddy and pummeling her.”

  That last one was new. “I’ll help with the Maddy thing,” I offered.

  Bubba shook his head but surprised me when he said, “Me too.”

  A tremulous smile curved her lips. “You guys would, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes.” Not even a question. For either of us.

  “Try to eat a little more?” Bubba nudged at her as he took her cup and mine to refill them. I tugged her a little closer and tucked my chin against her shoulder.

  I loved the way she melted into me and leaned there like she needed me as much
as I needed to be there for her. I hated everything about this situation, except us. The part with the five of us was good, and that wasn’t changing.

  “I’m scared,” she said so softly, I thought I’d misheard at first. But she leaned her head back and looked at me. “I want to go back to Thursday. Or even Friday morning. Friday morning was good.”

  “Friday morning was great. And this sucked,” I agreed with her. “But you’re not alone. You remember that, right?”

  She gave me a crooked smile. “Yeah I do. I just…”

  “We know, Angel. Us too.” Bubba set the coffee on the table. “And if you’re still up for playing, then you need to eat.”

  I watched her as she glanced at him. The flare of hope on her face was hard to miss. But I still didn’t want him pushing something he didn’t want to or wasn’t ready to deal with yet. “Are you sure?”

  “Well, I’m positive nothing will happen without you eating at least one more cinnamon roll. Then I think we can work on making you hungry for real food later.”

  Man, I really hoped he was up for this, or I was going to get really intimate with my hand in the not too far distant future. We actually got her to eat two more cinnamon rolls, and she finished all of the second cup of coffee before all of our phones buzzed.

  One word.

  Landed.

  From Jake.

  She tensed against me, and Bubba shot me a questioning look. It wasn’t hard to read it. Was I in or was I out? Because we had no idea how long it would take Archie to get to his mother’s place and to deal with that situation.

  Could I follow orders? What the hell, you only lived once, right?

  I nodded.

  He exhaled, and then his whole demeanor seemed to settle. Any sign of questioning or hesitation vanished. Fucking impressive if you asked me.

  “Angel,” he said, snaring her attention from the phone. “Give me the phone for now and then go into the bedroom and wait for us.”

  He hadn’t been kidding about the orders.

  With only a little reluctance, she handed him her phone. He caught her hand and squeezed it after she passed it to him.

  “I’ll make sure we have it,” he promised. “You won’t miss a word from them.”

  Relief rippled across her face, and she bent to give him a kiss before she glanced over her shoulder at me and winked.

  Then she sauntered out of the kitchen.

  “And, Angel,” Bubba called. “Shirt off and eyes closed.”

  “Yes, sir,” she answered, and I swore my jaw dropped. I managed to pop it closed before Bubba focused on me.

  “Still in?” he asked in a quiet voice.

  “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.” That was probably one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. Okay, definitely in the top ten. “Just tell me where you want me.”

  “I’m blindfolding her,” he murmured as he stood and drained his coffee. I followed suit. “I’m not sure I’m up for you touching her while I’m there, but I figure we’ll go one step at a time. But once we’re in there, not a word.” Then he paused. “Not a single word. She likes the idea of not knowing which of us is touching her.”

  “Done. Anything else I need to know?”

  “She likes to be spanked.” And tied up apparently, but I wasn’t going to bring that up. For the moment. “And she’s still learning what she likes, so…we talk about new stuff first. So if you do touch, nothing outside of what you’ve done before.”

  “I can handle that.”

  “And, Coop? Thanks for understanding that this isn’t easy for me and for not being a dick about it.”

  “Nah, man. We have enough problems, this is never going to be one. You want to test the waters, we test the waters. I’m good if you are.”

  There wasn’t much more to say after that, and he led the way down the hall. The cats had scattered at some point. I caught sight of Tory darting into the old master suite and vanishing under one of the beds. Bubba paused in the doorway to her room, so I hung back a second until he beckoned me forward with a curl of his fingers.

  Oh. Fuck. I got why he had to stop.

  She sat on her knees in the middle of the bed, hands loose on her thighs with her palms up and her eyes closed. The wintry sunlight filtering through the blinds highlighted her fading tan from the summer, and damn, she was beautiful.

  With a jerk of his head, Bubba motioned me into the room, so I headed in and started over to the desk. I figured if he wanted the space, I’d give it to them. Besides, I kind of wanted to know where this was going.

  I leaned against the desk, arms folded, as goosebumps rippled over Frankie’s skin. Bubba knelt on the bed behind her and used a bandana to cover her eyes and tied it gently behind her head. Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Her nipples went stiff and peaked, and I swore my cock pulsed. Not saying a word, he trailed his fingers up and down her spine, then followed the motion with his lips.

  Tracking Frankie’s expression though held me riveted. The flush on her cheeks had deepened, and it stretched down her neck to her chest. She let out the softest of groans, and I shifted, doing my best to stay quiet, but my whole dick twitched at that sound.

  Bubba had moved to her ass, and he was still petting and kissing, but I wasn’t the only one getting turned on. Each time she started to squirm, she gave me a flash of her pussy, and it was deep pink, flushed, and very damp. Sweat dotted my brow and the back of my neck. Even the fact I was shirtless didn’t seem to cool me off.

  Her head tilted back, lips parted, as another sound escaped her. Another captivating part of being with Frankie was every reaction she had was so open and visceral. She guarded nothing. Held nothing back. And even those nights when I had to listen to someone else getting her off, I enjoyed the hell out of her pleasure.

  Bubba had his hands on her breasts, massaging them, and each time he circled her nipples, he’d pause to squeeze them. Wrapped completely around her, he buried his face in her throat, licking and nipping, but the way he framed her put her on display. When he slid his hands down to her thighs and eased them apart, I was torn between staring at her nipples and where he was going next.

  One of my hands flexed, and my palms itched to ease some of the strain in my dick. There was no way to hide the tent in the sweatpants now, especially not with Frankie’s breath coming in short, hot pants. A cry fell from her lips, and I glanced down as he slid his hand between her thighs and speared two fingers into her. The rocking of her hips had me wanting to surge forward, but I stayed right where I was.

  The whole point here was two-fold—giving Frankie pleasure and seeing if Bubba could handle it. God, my balls hurt watching this. They hurt in the best way. He slid his free arm up to catch her chin with his fingers and tilted her face. All at once, she stiffened as a sharper cry broke forth, and he kissed the sound right off her lips, chasing it with his tongue. Probably the same way I did. I wanted to swallow every bit of her pleasure.

  Finally, he eased his fingers from her and spread her wide before he glanced over at me. The indecision on his face was utterly absent as he gave her pussy the lightest of smacks, then nodded to me and then down at her.

  Fuck man, he did not have to invite me twice. I crossed the room in two strides and went to my knees, even as he lifted her and spread her thighs wider, cradling her against him, and I darted my tongue along her slick labia. A shout came from above, but I just canted my gaze up to where she and Bubba kissed with ferocity as I swirled my tongue through her soft folds and almost groaned at the sweet muskiness. I fucking loved how she tasted.

  As much as I wanted to savor, my cock hurt and I wanted to make her come again. I dipped my tongue into her, keeping her thighs apart with my hands, then up to her clit. The swollen little nubbin strained at the first brush of my tongue, and a whimper ripped free of her. When I locked my lips around her clit and thrummed it with a combination of humming and tongue strikes, her hips bucked like mad and her cries grew more desperate. Another gla
nce up, and I found Bubba had started tweaking her nipples in time with her gasps, and I had the perfect view of her falling absolutely apart.

  Another few licks, and I wiped my cheeks against the covers. Frankie looked wrecked and flushed, and then Bubba shifted her again, and at this angle, I couldn’t miss the way he lifted her leg and then pushed himself up into her. His sweats had vanished, and the first push of him up into her had her crying out all over again. Tears slid out from beneath the bandana, but she let out a stream of curses that almost made me laugh.

  “Holy fuck, fuck, fuck…” It was beautiful and hilarious and perfect. Then she added, “Oh fuck, thank you…oh… Can I suck you? Can I please, Ian? Can I? I know you said quiet…oh…”

  Frankie rarely asked for what she wanted, and fuck, I wanted to give it to her, but Bubba slowed his thrusting to look past her shoulder to me and then down at her. He pressed a kiss to her ear and then rolled them so they were on their sides. Snagging a pillow, he eased it below her head before he pushed her leg higher, bracing it out of his way for access, and then he looked at me.

  He’d already let me play way more than I expected, but he just smiled faintly and then nodded to her.

  Licking her lips, Frankie panted as Bubba started to thrust again. Holy shit? Fine, I shoved the sweats down and moved to kneel at her face. It wasn’t going to take me long, I was fucking dying to come. A couple of strokes, and I’d be a goner. As it was, I fisted myself so I didn’t just come all over her face.

  She’d made a specific request about facials—as in never. I intended to honor that request. The moment I tapped my dick against her lips though, she smiled with such abandon, my whole heart constricted, and another cry escaped her as she opened up and wrapped her mouth around my cock.

  Holy fuck.

  Hot, wet heat closed around me, and I had to remember to be easy, to not choke her. I didn’t brag about my dick, but I knew exactly how big it was. She didn’t give me much choice as she half-swallowed me right toward her throat. The hot suction had all the liquid heat gathering in my balls.