promised. “You won’t miss a word from them.”
Relief rippled across her face, and she bent to give him a kiss before she glanced over her shoulder at me and winked.
Then she sauntered out of the kitchen.
“And, Angel,” Bubba called. “Shirt off and eyes closed.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, and I swore my jaw dropped. I managed to pop it closed before Bubba focused on me.
“Still in?” he asked in a quiet voice.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.” That was probably one of the hottest things I’d ever heard. Okay, definitely in the top ten. “Just tell me where you want me.”
“I’m blindfolding her,” he murmured as he stood and drained his coffee. I followed suit. “I’m not sure I’m up for you touching her while I’m there, but I figure we’ll go one step at a time. But once we’re in there, not a word.” Then he paused. “Not a single word. She likes the idea of not knowing which of us is touching her.”
“Done. Anything else I need to know?”
“She likes to be spanked.” And tied up apparently, but I wasn’t going to bring that up. For the moment. “And she’s still learning what she likes, so…we talk about new stuff first. So if you do touch, nothing outside of what you’ve done before.”
“I can handle that.”
“And, Coop? Thanks for understanding that this isn’t easy for me and for not being a dick about it.”
“Nah, man. We have enough problems, this is never going to be one. You want to test the waters, we test the waters. I’m good if you are.”
There wasn’t much more to say after that, and he led the way down the hall. The cats had scattered at some point. I caught sight of Tory darting into the old master suite and vanishing under one of the beds. Bubba paused in the doorway to her room, so I hung back a second until he beckoned me forward with a curl of his fingers.
Oh. Fuck. I got why he had to stop.
She sat on her knees in the middle of the bed, hands loose on her thighs with her palms up and her eyes closed. The wintry sunlight filtering through the blinds highlighted her fading tan from the summer, and damn, she was beautiful.
With a jerk of his head, Bubba motioned me into the room, so I headed in and started over to the desk. I figured if he wanted the space, I’d give it to them. Besides, I kind of wanted to know where this was going.
I leaned against the desk, arms folded, as goosebumps rippled over Frankie’s skin. Bubba knelt on the bed behind her and used a bandana to cover her eyes and tied it gently behind her head. Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Her nipples went stiff and peaked, and I swore my cock pulsed. Not saying a word, he trailed his fingers up and down her spine, then followed the motion with his lips.
Tracking Frankie’s expression though held me riveted. The flush on her cheeks had deepened, and it stretched down her neck to her chest. She let out the softest of groans, and I shifted, doing my best to stay quiet, but my whole dick twitched at that sound.
Bubba had moved to her ass, and he was still petting and kissing, but I wasn’t the only one getting turned on. Each time she started to squirm, she gave me a flash of her pussy, and it was deep pink, flushed, and very damp. Sweat dotted my brow and the back of my neck. Even the fact I was shirtless didn’t seem to cool me off.
Her head tilted back, lips parted, as another sound escaped her. Another captivating part of being with Frankie was every reaction she had was so open and visceral. She guarded nothing. Held nothing back. And even those nights when I had to listen to someone else getting her off, I enjoyed the hell out of her pleasure.
Bubba had his hands on her breasts, massaging them, and each time he circled her nipples, he’d pause to squeeze them. Wrapped completely around her, he buried his face in her throat, licking and nipping, but the way he framed her put her on display. When he slid his hands down to her thighs and eased them apart, I was torn between staring at her nipples and where he was going next.
One of my hands flexed, and my palms itched to ease some of the