I rolled my eyes. “I’m not getting a ‘property of’ tramp stamp.”
Another beat of silence.
“It could be small,” Jake said, and then Coop added, “We could even put it in French. Then I could get really turned on every time I saw it.”
Another beat, then they both snickered like they were twelve.
“Do I want to know?”
“I was thinking about tattooing your ass,” Coop admitted. “Where only we got to see it.”
“No,” Jake growled. “To tattoo her ass, some dude will be looking at it. And he’d have to touch it. I think not.”
“Then what were you thinking about?” Coop challenged him.
“I was thinking she could be a little more discreet and just get a four tattoo.”
A four.
“Oh,” Coop said, then snickered all over again. “Fantastic. I love it.”
They were both cracking up, and the joke finally sank in. I sat up, grabbed my pillow, and began beating them.
We didn’t get to sleep for a while.
Not until I got pinned to the bed by both of them again. Then I was too boneless to care about their fantastic dick jokes. Or much else for that matter.
Chapter Twenty-Two
More Hearts than Mine
Archie
The sound of Frankie’s laughter drifted up the hall when I went to bed. I wasn’t too proud to admit how long I’d lain there and just savored the sound, even as I envied the hell out of the fact it was Coop and Jake in there with her. Admittedly, I couldn’t quite wrap my head around the idea they shared her so readily between them. I’d given it half a shot with Ian right there, but I couldn’t say it would be a regular occurrence.
And here she thought she was the selfish one. I got her wanting all of them, too. I could do that. I could share her with them, but I wanted my time, too. Seeing her kiss them or cuddle with them, that was fine, but if there was active sex going on…well, I wanted it to be my hands on her and her hands on me. That was why I left her when it was Bubba’s turn. They needed their privacy, too.
Still, waking that next morning, I reached for her first thing and she wasn’t there. That part sucked.
No lie.
I dragged myself out of bed, threw on some sweats and shoes, then headed down to the gym. Grandpa didn’t build this place, but he’d added a few amenities. The lodge had been designed to be more of a cozy escape, and it was absolutely perfect for the holidays. When I’d told him I wanted to bring Frankie here for Christmas, he’d teased me this might be a bit of a too romantic getaway, but that had been it.
Her room was quiet as I passed it, and the temptation to stick my head in was mitigated only by the fact that I didn’t need to see Jake’s or Coop’s naked asses. Downstairs, I grabbed water from the kitchen and checked the spread. The housekeeper and the cook had both been by. It was almost ten. Breakfast was set up to stay warm, and all I had to do was turn the coffee maker on.
Today, I’d try my hand at the espresso machine. But I wasn’t waking anyone. We had big plans tonight.
They needed their sleep.
Bubba found me in the gym when I hit the second mile of my run on the treadmill. He grunted a morning and then hit the second treadmill. Normally, I’d have my headphones in, but since it was indoors and the sound wouldn’t carry upstairs, I had music blasting from the speakers. We just ran.
Five miles was a good distance. I could go longer, but I didn’t need it. I’d started running to clear my head when I’d been at boarding school. I fucking hated living in the back pockets of all the other kids there. It was better than living with Edward or Muriel, but the urge to run had started there, and it was a good way to just get out from under the rest.
Jake and Bubba ran for other reasons. Me? I ran for my sanity.
I left Bubba to his run and moved to the weights. I wasn’t gonna do much of a workout. The skiing yesterday had left me decently sore. But that was almost all legs and running was legs. I needed to do arms.
“Hey,” Bubba said, joining me when I grabbed a pair of twenty-fives to warm my biceps up. “What’s on