Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,11
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.”