sunny, and the guys had reminded us to keep the tats out of the sun—not going to be a problem—and it would probably take a week or so before the scabs fell off—didn’t that sound charming—and we had all the supplies necessary.
Three steps out to the car, Ian clapped Jake on the back as they laughed and we all winced.
Yeah, that would take some getting used to.
“Frankie’s mine for the afternoon,” Jake called as soon as we were back at the lodge. “You guys fuck off and do whatever.”
Then he had my hand in his, and we headed up the stairs.
“Car picks us up at six,” Archie called.
“We’ll be ready!”
That was a few hours off. “Picks us up for what?” I asked as Jake pulled me into his room and closed the door. He turned the lock and leaned against it, grinning at me.
“For a surprise,” he said, and I raised my eyebrows. The ring on my finger had seemed so heavy when he’d first slipped it on, but now I loved the feel of it there.
“Why am I getting a surprise? It’s your birthday.”
“Exactly,” he told me as he stripped off his coat, then reached for his shirt and tugged it off, even as he toed off his shoes. “My birthday.”
I went to unzip my coat, but he caught my hands.
“Nope.”
“No?”
He shook his head once, then unzipped his jeans, and I got to enjoy watching him strip those off and the boxers with them. I would never get tired of looking at Jake or the way his muscles rippled as he moved.
“No,” he said, narrowing the distance between us. “My birthday remember?” Tugging the zipper, he peeled it downward and shivers raced over my skin. “I want to unwrap my present.”
“So now I’m your present?” I teased, but who was I kidding? My nipples were two stiff peaks straining in his direction, and the tension coiling in my belly had already pulled taut. I wasn’t even close to naked, and I was already so turned on, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Fingers under the hem of my shirt, he traced a path against my abdomen. “You’re the best present I ever got.”
I swallowed around the lump in my throat as he tugged the shirt up with extreme care as he got to my shoulder. With gentle urging, he turned me around and slid his hands down my arms.
“This is going to sound really sexist, but I love the fact that you have my name on you,” he half-growled the words. “Ours. Our names. Our girl. Right there, and if any asshole gets too close to you, there is no mistaking who you belong to.”
Yep, the possessive edge to those words sent another shudder through me as he dipped his hands to my pants and rolled them down. Unlike the guys, I’d just gone with stretchy warm pants rather than jeans. They peeled right down, panties and all. He paused to press his lips to the curve of my ass and then dragged his teeth along before he bit me near my hip.
I didn’t even have to ask what he was doing as he sucked on the skin. They loved to leave little love bites on me. I had a whole pattern of them, and they’d been on display during the tattoo session. Thank God, the guys there hadn’t said a word.
“Hands on the bed,” Jake ordered, and I pressed my palms to the end of it, to brace myself as he tugged off my boots and tossed them behind him. They landed with a pair of thumps. Then he had me stepping out of the pants. My socks went next, and that just left my bra.
Glancing over my shoulder, I found Jake sitting back on his heels staring up at me. “I love that my name is on you, too,” I told him. “I can officially say you guys are mine. No one else gets to touch.”
“Not again,” he promised. “No one else will touch me again.” With light fingers, he traced a path down my thigh and up again. “Frankie…do you have any idea of all the things I want to do with you?”
I could think of a few. I smiled. “Well, we’ve done a lot of things we’ve never done before…or at least, I haven’t.”
His pale blue eyes lifted to lock on mine as he dipped his fingers between my thighs, and I shifted my stance to widen it. The drag of his fingers along