Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,108
jacket and shoes. Then I just changed into softer pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. I had zero intentions of going anywhere else tonight.
A text to Trina to make sure she wasn’t giving Mom hell had elicited the response of fuck off from my little sister because she was busy. Well, that wasn’t all that new, but I was ready for this phase of hers to be over. I loved my kid sister, but I didn’t like wanting to strangle her.
I hadn’t spoken to Mom since the day before—before Dad dropped his fucking bomb on me. Falling onto the sofa, I flipped the TV on and skimmed Netflix until I found some series of docs that Frankie had been watching and left it queued up. It was that or bad comedies. Maybe an action flick. It would really depend on how Archie handled her mood before they got back here.
Tiddles yowled at me, and even Tory poked her head around the corner and glanced around the room before the white cat hurried over to leap into my lap. She purred immediately and started kneading my thigh. Tiddles, on the other hand, yowled again.
“Right,” I said. “Fuck. Sorry, guys.”
I dislodged Tory and headed into the kitchen to put out their food. We were all late tonight because of the meeting, and they were definitely put out at the delay. Tabby wandered out as I served up the wet food. Then I checked their dry and water. I’d taken care of the litter box and washed my hands by the time the door opened to let Frankie and Archie in on a wave of cold air.
When she slid her icy cold hands under my shirt and onto my back, I dragged her closer and chuckled. “Frankie-pop. You need a hot shower.”
“That sounds amazing. Archie is offering to get a hot tub installed here.” She laughed, but it wasn’t quite a humor-filled one, more like a sad one desperately looking for some real humor.
“Is he now?” I eyed the man in question. “Well, as long as he understands that there will be shenanigans in said hot tub…”
“I’m pretty sure he can handle it,” Archie rumbled dryly as he settled his jacket on the back of a chair and dropped his keys next to mine. We’d all started just leaving them in the dish in the center of the table. At least we’d done the dishes that morning, or Jake had.
“How’s your hangover?” Frankie asked, leaning back to search my face. Worry crinkled her brow, and I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“Don’t you have heat in that expensive damn car?” I asked Archie. “Why the fuck is she so cold?”
“Because,” he said, arms folded and a faint smile on his lips, “we had to wait for the train, so she opened the window and screamed at it until it was past.”
I raised my brows and glanced down at her. Her eyes were bright with a hint of unshed tears and her face red. “Okay,” I said, then picked her up. “Naked and in the shower with you.” She let out a laugh as I carried her down the hall.
“I’m starving.”
“Right, there’s food. But you’re half-frozen, and we don’t want you to get sick.” In the bathroom, I set her on the counter before I got the water started. “Hey, Arch, there’s tacos in the microwave.”
Frankie’s stomach rumbled, and she glared. “I want tacos.”
Before she could hop off the counter, I blocked her in and cupped her face. “I need you to take a shower and warm up. Just in and out if necessary, I won’t even try to pin you to the wall until I have you screaming…” Fuck what was left of the hangover. The best cure in the world was sitting right in front of me.
“You won’t?” She fisted my shirt and dragged me closer, and I grinned. “What if I want you to?”
“Well,” I said, making a face and squinting at her. “I mean…if you insist…”
When she skated that icy hand down into my pajama bottoms and wrapped it around my poor, unsuspecting dick, I yelped.
“You have a cruel streak.”
“Awww…” She stroked me slowly, and I clamped my hands down on the counter to keep from bucking into her touch. It might have been cold as fuck when she got started, but her hand was a lot warmer now. She whispered a kiss along my jaw as she gave me a careful squeeze at the base and teased