Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,109
my semi into a raging hard-on in nothing flat. “Blue Bobs are our thing.”
The heat gathering around my balls and the tension in my gut let go at the same time as I laughed my ass off and then kicked the door closed. “That’s war.” It took me less time than anything to strip us both, and then I dragged her into the shower with me. Two fingers hooked into her, I groaned at how wet she already was, and she fisted me as I lifted her, then I pushed in as she sank down.
Fuck.
Right there.
Eyes closed, I savored the warm fist of her pussy wrapping me up tight and her low groan as she had to stretch for me. Never a complaint, and I knew better than to rush it, but I just wanted to be in her all the way, and she let out a half-scream when I thrust deep.
“Blue Bobs…” I whispered in a strained voice as she squirmed against me. The brush of her hardened nipples to my chest was a distraction, but she dug her fingers into my back as though she wanted me closer, so I gave another little thrust that had us both hissing. “Was a one-time thing… I didn’t know the candy would do that.”
“You didn’t know…” she groaned and bit down on my ear lobe as she rolled her hips, and I dragged back, only to slam into her again. Fuck, I could do this all night. “That if you jerked off with blue candy that it would turn your dick and your balls blue?”
“I was thirteen,” I hissed as I curled my own fingers against her ass and dragged her out a little so her shoulders rested on the wall. She braced one arm out as I spread my feet and tucked her legs a little tighter around my waist. “I’d been masturbating for all of about five minutes when I tried it. I didn’t know it would stain my skin.”
Frankie laughed, and the shadows in her eyes eased. Dragging myself out to the tip, I grinned and thrust in again.
“Fuck,” she cried, then bit her lower lip. God that was sexy. Her breasts bouncing as I began to rock into her, increasing the pace until we were both shaking, distracted me almost as much as her litany of curses. I needed her to come, desperately, because my balls were about to explode. I pressed a finger right up to her ass and her eyes rolled back in her head, and she squeezed me so tight, it was hard to pull out and push back in.
The liquid rush poured through me, and I sealed my mouth to hers as she wrapped her arms around me, and we stood there under the steaming water, panting.
“I thought there was something wrong, which is why I asked for your help,” I admitted softly. And she’d looked, then even done some research to see if blue balls and blue cock were an actual problem. It had taken me forever to own up to the candy, but she’d been so damn serious and worried. Then when I explained, she’d stared at me like I was an alien for about three seconds.
But she hadn’t laughed at me for like three months.
Right around the time the damn dye finally all vanished.
Smurf balls.
I never ate another damn Blue Bob again, thank you very much.
“Coop,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“You can give me your Blue Bobs anytime.”
Laughter cracked through me, and I slid my hand to her knee and squeezed. Her shriek of laughter filled the bathroom. And we made a fucking mess with the water.
But I did end up pinning her to the wall again and making her scream a second time.
Only after the shower and she was pulling on clean pajamas while I finished soaking up the mess and squeezing out the towels, did she ask, “Did Jake go after Reed?”
I sighed.
“Pretend you don’t know?” I suggested. “Jake’s going to do what Jake does. And that asshole deserved it.”
Frankie considered me for a long moment, then said, “I hope he punched him in the balls for me.”
I grinned. “Oh, I promise you…he did.”
“Yay. Now…tacos.” And then she skipped up the hall, and I chuckled. Maybe kicking asses to keep them away from her was okay as long as she knew about it.
Good. To. Know.
I’d have to tell Jake.
Chapter Twenty-One
I Do It For Her (And Us)
Ian
Archie’s text hit my phone and Jake’s after we reached the gym. I had Jake’s phone