26. Frankie
26
FRANKIE
R eath’s shower was massive and luxurious. The tiles were a cool dark blue and laid in a chevron pattern, and there was a massive copper rain shower head above. I worked some shampoo into my hair, singing a favorite TayTay song, and shook my hips.
I had a terrible voice, but when I was in a good mood, I liked to sing.
I hummed another favorite tune. I was definitely in a good mood.
Multiple orgasms would do that to a person. After our wild time on the kitchen counter and living room floor, Reath had carried me to his bed. He had a sleek, low bed in his kickass bedroom. The room was done in shades of gray and navy blue. He’d proceeded to fuck me again with that big cock of his.
I smiled and ducked my head under the water. He’d done things to me that I hadn’t imagined were possible. Yummy, delicious things.
The man had intense focus and stamina.
I’d gone to sleep with him wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair and one muscled leg pinning me to the sheets. I’d drifted off to sleep warm, satisfied, and safe.
My smile dissolved, and I stared blankly at the blue tiles.
Safe .
I’d been in his arms, and at the time, there’d been nowhere else that I wanted to be.
I felt a skitter of fear and swallowed.
I couldn’t fall for him. That would be a stupid mistake. Really stupid.
I could, though. I could easily fall in love with Reath Fury.
No . It was against the rules. His, mine, and ours.
I heard the shower door open and Reath stepped in. I jolted. I hadn’t heard him come into the bathroom.
“Hey.” His big hand slid around my hips. “You asleep in here?”
“Ha ha, no.” God, that body. Gorgeous bronze skin and all those muscles. Instantly, I felt a damp rush between my legs.
I should put some space between us. Get my head on straight. But as his fingers slid over my skin, my brain just stopped functioning.
I ran my hands over his chest. My fingers splayed over the scar of a bullet wound, then ran down a ragged line. The scars were all shades paler than his dark skin.
“This must have hurt,” I murmured.
“It was a long time ago.”
But I knew all these scars were probably part of the demons that haunted him in his sleep. Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to one scar, then the next.
“Frankie.” He made a low sound.
Then I saw a graze and bruise along his jaw. I frowned. It hadn’t been there last night.
“When did this happen?”
He stared at me for a beat.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I got a lead on Auclair last night.”
“You went after him?” My heart thumped. I hadn’t even known he’d left the bed, let alone the warehouse.
Reath nodded. “Colt stayed with you. You were protected.”
Of course I was. I gently ran my fingers over his jawline. “What happened?”
A muscle ticked in Reath’s jaw. “He got away.”
It seemed that was all I was getting. Still, he’d shared, and he was safe. That was all that mattered. I went up on my toes and kissed his bruise.
All kinds of feelings flitted through me, and I couldn’t lie. They freaked me out. I’d just given myself the mental lecture on not falling for this man.
Then he tipped my face up and kissed me.
I kissed him back wildly. I pressed into him. I was a big ball of need.
Desire, I could do. I latched onto it.
With a hum, he pinned me to the tiles. I lowered my hands and found his cock, stroked him.
“What’s the rush?” he murmured.
“I want you.” I didn’t want slow. I didn’t want emotion.
I pumped his cock and his hips thrust forward.
Then I lowered to my knees.
“Frankie…”
Keeping one hand wrapped around his impressive erection, I pressed my hand to his hard thigh. I felt the muscles flex under my palm. Then I opened my mouth and licked the head of his cock. He muttered a sharp curse and slapped a hand against the tiles. I sucked him between my lips, and he was smooth, hard, and warm. He tangled a hand in my wet hair.
“You like my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” His voice was a low rasp. “You love driving me crazy.”
I sucked him harder, loving hearing that deep voice filled with raw arousal. He thrust forward, and his cock nudged the back of my throat. I dug my fingers into his hard thigh. I breathed through my nose and moved up and down, humming with pleasure.
“I like watching you suck it deep, like you can’t get enough.” His voice sounded like grit. “But I’m not coming in your mouth, Frankie.” He pulled me off and lifted me. “I need to be inside you.”
Our gazes locked as I licked my lips. I saw a need that matched my own. I shivered, and he reached out and turned the water off.
“No condom in here,” I murmured.
He hitched me higher, then strode out. “That can be solved.”
Even though we were both wet, he set me on the bed.
God, he was so handsome. I wanted him moving inside me. I wanted to watch him come while we were joined together.
No, Frankie. This is just sex.
I turned onto my hands and knees on the bed. This would be less personal, less intimate. I sensed his gaze drop to my ass and glanced over my shoulder.
There . Heat scorching enough to burn.
“Hurry up,” I ordered.
He rolled the condom on and then was behind me. His hand stroked over my ass, between my legs.
I moaned and pushed back against his fingers. Two slid inside me, and his thumb brushed my clit.
“Reath, God —”
He kept working me. He already knew my body so well after only one night together. He knew just the right pressure to have me mewling.
“I love watching the way your skin flushes and feeling your pussy clench on my fingers.” He added another finger and I felt the stretch.
I was lost. And I didn’t want to be found.
Then he pulled his hand free.
“No…”
He gripped my hips. “Hold on, my sexy scientist. This is going to be hard.”
I wanted him so badly. I pushed back and felt his cock rub against my ass.
“ Please ,” I murmured.
He notched the head of his cock in place, then surged forward. He filled me. All the way, completely. I pressed my cheek to the covers, my hands twisting.
I was a little sensitive from our earlier sessions, and I felt every inch of him. I looked back and saw him looking down. Looking at where we were joined, where his cock was inside me.
His chest heaved. Need was stark on his features.
His hips drew back, then he rammed forward.
With a cry, my head flew back. “ Yes .” I felt him everywhere.
He gripped my hips. “Yes, fuck, Frankie.”
He powered inside me, deep and fast. I rocked back into every thrust.
He slid a hand around my body and found my clit. He fucked me harder, fingering me. Our movements turned wild, desperate.
“Baby, yes. Reath—” I couldn’t stop babbling.
Then I came hard, my vision flaring white.
I would’ve dropped forward if he hadn’t held me up. Those strong, muscled arms holding me tight. His body bent over me, his lips hot on the side of my neck.
“You fit me just right.” His voice was a low growl.
“I love taking your cock,” I breathed.
That sent him over the edge. Reath let out a muted roar and rammed into me one last time. He arched into me as he came.
Slowly, the world came back into focus. I could hear his heavy breathing over my own soft pants.
I turned my head and smiled against his arm. “Good morning.”
“It definitely is.” He pulled out, then lazily glided back inside. I bit my lip. “I think we need another shower.”