54 - Frankie
54
Frankie
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I’m exhausted. The kind of bone-deep weariness that hollows out my insides. The trauma unit has a way of sucking the life out of me, one crisis at a time.
As I stand at the nurses’ station, closing out my day on the computer, my thoughts gravitate to my guys. I try to stay busy enough not to let the despair consume me.
But I miss them.
I miss them with an intensity that tortures and slays.
It’s been eighteen days since I left them on that dock. Eighteen days trapped in this hospital with nothing but loneliness and a broken heart to keep me company.
I’ve endured longer separations from them. But this time, it’s different. There’s no expiration date. It could take them months to reconcile.
It could take forever.
But I trust them. I have faith in their love. They’ll pull their stubborn heads out of their asses eventually. They’ll forgive one another. And maybe someday, they’ll forgive me.
On the bright side, it seems the stalker lost track of me. Or hasn’t found a way to torment me in the hospital. Makes me wonder how safe the island is. I often had the feeling someone was watching me there. Not to mention the man-shaped shadows in the windows.
I texted my concerns about this to Monty last week. He replied with, The island is the safest place on Earth.
Typical Monty.
Kody, on the other hand, continues to stalk me from the shadows here. He never lets me see him, but I know he comes every day. The guards confirm it when I ask.
He’s probably creeping into my room and sniffing my undies.
“Oh, my lord.” Nurse Letty runs up and shoves her arm under my nose. “Frankie, check my pulse. Hurry. I think I’m dying.”
What now?
I glance at her, but she’s not looking at me. Her mouth hangs open as she stares at something behind me.
Oh, no.
My neck stiffens, and I close my eyes. I don’t have the strength to resist any of them tonight.
“The Viking?” I whisper.
“Mm-hmm.” She grabs my elbow, drawing my gaze to her. “The Viking, the billionaire, and the caveman. Prepare yourself, honey. You’re not ready.”
I turn, and my heart stops.
Utterly stunned, I can’t move. Can’t breathe. The shock is so profound it takes a second for my mind to catch up with my body.
Standing there, together as a unified front, are Monty, Leo, and Kody. And they’re smiling.
Three grins on three beautiful faces.
They’re smiling and staring at me expectedly, and it’s goddamn contagious.
This isn’t real.
I’m hallucinating.
“Told you.” Letty pushes my jaw closed. “Don’t forget to breathe. Don’t want you passing out.”
She doesn’t know the details of my breakup. She only knows I’ve been sleeping in the on-call room while these three men try to drag me out.
She doesn’t know what this means.
They’re all here. Together.
Shimmery, sunshiny joy bursts through me. The grin on my face stretches so wide it hurts my cheeks. Tears of pure happiness blur my vision, but I don’t care.
All I can do is laugh, and the sound startles me. I cover my mouth.
I can’t believe it. After all this time, all the pain, the setbacks, the nights spent dreaming and hoping—it’s finally happening.
The reality hits me with such force that I stagger back a step, needing a moment to steady myself.
I feel alive, more alive than I’ve ever felt, every sense heightened and vibrant.
This is it.
This is what it feels like to have a dream come true.
“Time to come home.” Monty extends a hand, exuding enough authority to make my knees weak.
His perfectly styled hair, as black as a moonless night, frames his face with that square jawline I love so much. Goosebumps race across my skin as his arctic blue eyes lock onto mine. He’s a fantasy brought to life in his fitted suit.
And he’s waiting for me.
Here goes nothing.
I walk right up to him, bypassing his hand to lift on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his mouth. Chaste and quick. A kiss to test the waters.
He responds, his lips firm and commanding, a promise of things to come.
No growls from the other two.
No bloodshed.
Somebody pinch me.
I step back and move to Leo, spotting my bags on the floor behind him.
“We packed up all your things in the on-call room.” His beautifully unique eyes watch me intently.
Brown-blond braids tie back into a knot, adding a touch of the hills to his otherwise polished appearance. His surly temper is always close to the surface, but now there’s a calm determination in his gaze.
“Do you forgive me?” I ask.
“What do I need to forgive, love?”
“The kiss?” My brows pull together. “At the house? The one you walked in on?”
“You’ll be doing more than kissing him tonight. And every night ever after.”
It’s not just what he says but the dark, sensual way he says it that makes my core clench, and my heart beat faster.
I moisten my lips and whisper, “You got into another fight.”
Faded bruises linger just beneath the skin around his eyes. Those weren’t there when I stitched his head last week.
“Got into a few bar fights. But I’m working on that. Started seeing someone about it.”
“Really?”
“All of us are.” His hand comes up to cup my face, giving me the closeness I’ve missed so desperately. “We’re seeing Dr. Thurber here in town. He’s…kind.”
My nose burns, and I blink rapidly, fighting back tears. “I’ll be with you guys through the process. The four of us together make a damn good support system.”
“I know.”
I kiss him, tasting the fire and earthiness that is so uniquely him.
He pulls away, turning me toward Kody.
My broody lover stares down at me with animal magnetism, his black hair trimmed and finger-combed. His tanned complexion and muscled body have always reminded me of a dark Lycan prince. The way he looks at me is intoxicating, igniting a seductive fire that leaves me breathless, turned on, and a little afraid.
His carnal black eyes, which always hold a hint of sadness, now shine with something else.
Stars.
I throw myself into his arms, instantly enveloped by the scent of wood smoke and berry vodka. As our lips press together, I sink into his rugged tenderness. He’s here, and he’s not letting go.
“Let’s go home.” He lifts me against his chest and pivots toward the exit.
The brute is going to carry me out, and I won’t fight him. I want this closeness. I need it.
Leo and Monty grab my bags and follow us amid an eruption of cheers and whistles. The entire trauma unit gathered to witness our reunion. If only Rhett were here to see it.
I’m going home. With them. I can barely process it.
Locking my arms around Kody’s neck, I whisper, “Did you sneak into my room and sniff my underwear?”
“Yes.”
Knew it!
“Did you jerk off on me while I slept?”
“Thought about it.”
“Caveman.”
“Call me whatever you want. I’m yours.”
He carries me outside, where a chauffeured car is waiting. We all pile in, and I find myself sandwiched between Monty and Kody in the back seat.
“Keep your hands to yourself, on your lap.” Monty shoots me a stern look. “Or I’ll have you naked before we reach the dock.”
Damn, he’s intense.
I glance at Carl in the driver’s seat, and my ears grow hot.
“Carl has been briefed on our new dynamic and is here to protect us,” Monty says. “Nothing more.”
The other guards follow in the car behind us. I’m used to the constant audience.
“Okay.” I place my quivering hands on my lap.
“Good.” Monty’s fingers twitch on his thigh. “Now let’s talk.”
“Talk?”
“We have until we reach the island to say what needs to be said. The second we enter the house, we’ll be using our lips for something other than words.”
My mouth dries, and my nipples harden.
I haven’t had sex with Monty in fourteen months. He’s been celibate for over a year.
My body is ready. “What needs to be said?”
“I get that you’ve been in a polyamorous relationship for a while. But you haven’t been in one with me .”
“We’re not setting rules.” Leo twists in the front seat, staring back at us.
“I’ll remember that when my dick comes in contact with yours.” Monty grins.
Kinky, filthy bastard.
While Leo doesn’t smile back, he doesn’t recoil, either. He simply says, “All in.”
Holy fucking shit.
This is happening.
“I take full responsibility for everything that happens from this point forward,” Monty says. “All decisions go through me. Every concern. Every conflict. If something bothers you, come to me, and we’ll work it out as a team.”
“The self-proclaimed team leader.” Leo arches a brow.
“Yes. We need one until we iron out the bumps in the road. And there will be bumps.”
Pragmatic as always. He built a successful global enterprise with an iron fist. He’ll apply that same ruthless control to ensure our relationship doesn’t fail.
I nod with excitement, nervousness, and overwhelming happiness.
The drive to the dock is quick. We board Monty’s yacht, and the no-touching rule remains firmly in place.
“Tell me what I missed. I want to hear everything.” I curl up in the armchair in the cabin, hoping they’ll all squeeze onto the couch.
To my delight, they do.
They sit side by side, manspreading, legs touching, completely at ease with Monty in the middle.
What life is this?
“We were slow to work things out.” Monty stares at me, eyes burning as if he’s thinking about later tonight rather than the present. “Kody initiated the first heart-to-heart. We talked. Really talked. Then I paid a visit to Leo and left the ball in his court.”
“He framed Wolf’s sketch of the cockpit,” Leo says, his voice softer than usual.
Then he tells me the story.
Hearing him talk about his reaction to the gift breaks my heart and puts it back together again.
They explain how they worked things out maturely, and their reunion this afternoon fills me with a relief I can hardly describe.
It’s everything I hoped for and more.
As they update me on the past few weeks, we don’t bring up the stalker, the hired Russian mobster, or the failed attempts to find the cabin. We focus on the good things, their successes with their business ventures, and their sessions with Dr. Thurber.
“It’s what you wanted.” Kody’s voice drops, rumbling through me. “For us to be together. We’re doing it the right way.”
“But is it what you want?” My hands curl on my lap. “Or are you only here because I gave an ultimatum and forced you into this.”
“There’s no forced participation here, darling.” Monty smolders at me, his lids lowering. “Don’t get it wrong. We are all consenting, and we’ll spend all night proving it.”
Perspiration beads on my skin. What’s with this heat? I’m burning up.
Pulling the front of my scrubs away from my sweaty chest, I squeak, “Okay.”
Monty sees right through me.
We stare at each other across the space until something shifts in his expression.
He glances at his watch, out the window, and back to me.
“Hand me that pillow.” He motions at Kody.
A wordless conversation passes between them. Then Kody tugs the throw pillow from behind him and tosses it on the floor between Monty’s feet.
A swallow lodges in my throat.
I know what Monty will say before he says it.
“Come here.” He sits back, his baritone a silken caress.
Every nerve tingles with anticipation, charged with the electricity in his command. My heart thunders, breaths come faster, and heat rises through my skin.
Wetting my lips, I stand and walk to that pillow. “What about the no-touching rule?”
“Your clothes stay on until we reach the house.”
“And yours?”
“Depends on what you want.”
I start to lower my knees to the pillow, but he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his lap.
He stabs his hands into my hair, and God, I missed that commanding touch.
Guiding my face to his, he spears me with his eyes. The glacial depths ensnare me, like I’m stepping onto a frozen lake. Like the surface is cracking, and the danger is imminent. Because, of course, it is.
I’m about to be fucked by three Strakh men.
“Tell me what you want,” he demands.
“I want the impossible.”
“Nothing is impossible.”
“I want the four of us to be together.”
“We are together.”
The exact same conversation we had in the restaurant.
“Spell it out.” He lifts his hips beneath me, letting me feel the swollen state of his arousal. “I expect a more graphic answer this time.”
I lean back to look at the impressive erection tenting his slacks. I sweep my gaze over Kody’s lap, then Leo’s. Both hard. Painfully so, given how their zippers strain to contain them.
“She wants three dicks.” Kody shifts, adjusting himself.
“Let her answer,” Monty says.
I glower at his chiseled jaw.
He’s really going to make me say it.
Fine.
“I want three dicks. Double penetration. Don’t care which holes as long as you fill me until my eyes water, and I don’t know which way is up.” I peek at each of them, encouraged by the hunger in their expressions. “Before we go to the house, I would love nothing more than to kneel on this pillow and watch all of you stroke your cocks while I suck each one dry. It’s been a minute since you’ve had sex.” I look at Monty when I say that. “Let me take the edge off before we go inside.”
The yacht slows at the dock. We’re already home.
But the guards don’t enter the cabin. No one announces our arrival. Monty arranged everything.
“Was that graphic enough for you?” I ask.
“Yeah. It was fucking perfect.” Reclining, he stretches his arms along the back of the couch behind Leo and Kody. “Now put that filthy mouth on me.”
I’m still waiting for one of them to reach a breaking point and stop this before it starts.
But they don’t.
As I slide off his lap and kneel on the pillow, the sound of zippers rends the air.
Dicks. So many beautiful, glorious dicks. I don’t know where to look first.
Between Monty’s legs, his erection juts from the open fly of his suit pants. Thick, veiny, and glistening with precome, it stands tall and imposing like the man himself.
I want it. I need it.
I need all of them.
My breath quickens, and my pussy squeezes, throbbing like a second heartbeat.
Leo and Kody grind their hands against their cocks. I try to watch them simultaneously, taking in the entire view.
“Focus on him, love.” Leo drops his head back, watching me down the length of his nose as he pleasures himself. “We’ll get our turn.”
I can’t believe this is happening.
We’re together. Finally. And nothing is going to tear us apart again.