again. The internship thing was out there, too.
Snagging the remote, Coop cranked up the sound on the game as she let out another laughing cry. Heh, I wasn’t the only one shifting in my seat.
“I want to take her to the studio tomorrow, too,” Bubba said. “Either of you have a problem with that?”
“Nope,” I told him. “But I’m showering with her in the morning.”
Coop swore, and I grinned.
“Shut up, ass. You just said you were going to wake her up. So get her all nice and dirty for me so I can clean her up in our shower.”
He rolled his eyes. “If I must…”
Then we laughed, even Bubba. The corner of his mouth quirked a little higher. I gave him two months.
Tops.
He wouldn’t hold out forever.
Then again…maybe he would.
I shrugged and focused on the game, because it was damn tempting to go use the bathroom in the hall to get myself off while I listened.
An hour later, they were at it again, and I left Coop and Bubba playing while I did just that.
It wasn’t anything close to the real thing, but fuck, it felt good to imagine it was her mouth on me making all those noises.
Archie apparently had something to prove tonight, and Baby Girl was all about it.
Time to up my game.
Chapter Six
Hands Down
Frankie
The studio was locked when we got there, but Ian had keys. At my raised brows, he grinned. “I told you, I made a deal with the owners. I’m tutoring kids on the piano and with the guitar, and they give me studio time.”
I loved the idea of him teaching. “I may have to come and watch that. I bet you’re an amazing teacher.”
“We’re about to find out, aren’t we?” he teased as he let us in, then locked us inside together. After entering the code on the security system, he rearmed it and then caught my hand as he led us down the hallway to the studio we’d used the last few times we’d been here.
I had my guitar this time, though, the one he’d gotten me for Christmas. I was also wearing one of my Torched shirts for inspiration. Ian had given it a grin when I changed after I got home from Mason’s. First day back, and it was like being a stranger in a strange land, even though I was intimately familiar with everything. I wasn’t sure what had really changed so much, but I felt one step to the right all day long.
“You’re quiet,” Ian murmured as he opened the studio door and flipped on the lights.
I shrugged.
“Hey.” He caught my arm as he set his case down and then curled his fingers over mine on the handle to my case. “If you’re too tired to do this, we don’t have to.”
Blowing out a breath, I gave him a smile and then slid an arm up to wrap around his neck. He shifted immediately, stepping into me, and the hand on my arm dropped to my ass. The weight sent a shiver through me, and I bit my lip before rising on my tip toes. It took no urging on my part for him to pull me into his kiss.
The first brush was gentle, but he didn’t linger there long before he curved his fingers against my ass and lifted. I locked my thighs to his hips and leaned into the kiss as his tongue swept inside to stake his claim. My whole body hummed just from that contact. The feel of him squeezing my ass just ramped my temperature and my pulse.
I bit down on his lower lip, a gentle sting, and then I was against the wall as he devoured my mouth and ground his hips into mine. There were too many clothes to get the right amount of friction, but it still felt good and my nipples stabbed at my bra. Sweat dampened the back of my neck, and I half hooked my fingers into his shirt to tug, but he caught my wrists and then they were pinned above my head as he coaxed my mouth wider, and all I could do was squirm in what little room he allowed me.
Shock and no small amount of awe danced through me with every lick of his tongue or roll of his hips. The weight of his chest crushing my breasts just made me ache for more. I longed to touch him, but any tug on my wrists only tightened his grip, and that in turn