“Now wait here and I’ll get your discharge papers,” Catalina told Mike.
Before she walked out, she placed her hand on Frankie’s arm.
“He’s okay. Just badly bruised ribs, not broken.” She winked before she exited the room.
Rye and Nate walked closer. Nate placed his hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Bad fire, huh?”
Mike looked at Frankie then back at Nate.
“We got everyone out,” Mike said.
“What exactly happened?” Rye asked after he squeezed his brother’s shoulder.
It was all quite overwhelming to watch. The love between them. The camaraderie shared by first responders. Her eyes welled up as she twisted her fingers together.
As Mike explained what happened, she began having that anxious, worried sensation again. He sat on the side of the bed, his legs apart as he told the story about the fire, about the family of six and rescuing the child and grandmother. It was commendable but also frightening.
“Did they wrap your ribs then?” Nate asked, and Mike lifted his shirt.
She saw the bandages. “They’re sure they’re not broken?” she asked, moving closer but not getting too close.
He looked at her. He had soot on his cheeks and neck, and the smell of smoke lingered in the room and especially on him.
He reached out, grabbed the knot of her shirt, and pulled her between his legs. His hands squeezed her ass.
“Not broken. Only bruised. Everything is fine, Frankie.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and held his gaze. He used the grip on her ass to pull her closer. She placed her hands on his shoulders to be sure she wouldn’t press against his ribs.
“Mike, your ribs,” she scolded.
“Kiss me, Francesca. Now,” he ordered.
Frankie held his gaze. She saw the desire, the need in his gorgeous brown eyes, and she kissed his lips softly. He plunged his tongue between her lips and pulled her tight against him. His hands explored her body over her skirt and T-shirt. He finally released her lips, and they were both panting.
“I missed you. I didn’t want to leave you this morning.”
“I missed you, too. I especially wish you hadn’t left me either. But then that grandmother and her grandchild might not have made it. I’m glad that you’re safe.”
He hugged her to him as Catalina came back into the room with discharge papers.
* * * *
Turbo headed back to work, Nate and Rye had to answer some phone calls, and Frankie helped Mike get undressed so he could shower.
Mike watched her and could feel her hands shaking. She was very upset about him getting hurt. He felt a mix of emotions. For one, he never really worried about getting injured on the job or off because he knew it was part of being a fireman. There had been plenty of times there was concern or each of them had gotten hurt. But having Frankie in their lives made things feel different. He was more worried about her, and today’s events had made him realize how much he already cared for her.
“I can do that,” he whispered as she undid the bandages and began to unwrap his ribs. She gently held his upper arm, and her dainty fingers against his muscles aroused him. He licked his lower lips and watched her.
“Let me, Mike. You need a shower. Then Nate can re-wrap these and you can get some rest.”
She finished removing the bandages, and as his purple and reddened skin appeared, she bit her lower lip and looked so sad.
He caressed under her hair and against her neck and head, making her look at him.
“I’m okay, baby. Please stop worrying so much.”
She turned her head slightly, with tears in her eyes, and kissed the inside of his wrist. His cock hardened.
“I don’t like seeing you injured. I don’t like bruises.”
He stroked her lower lip with his thumb. “I don’t either,” he said and glanced toward her shoulder that the T-shirt covered.
“I’m fine. This is more serious.”
“Not from my perspective. You deserve pampering and gentleness, not to be shoved against a mirror and wall.”
She held his gaze in silence then lowered, keeping her eyes glued to his as she bent down on one knee. She kissed his belly then along his ribs. His cock hardened, his body ached, and he hissed when she undid his pants and pushed them down. He stepped from his jeans and briefs as he ran his fingers through her hair.
She licked the tip of his cock, and he pulled back.
“Fuck, baby. I want to be so deep inside of you right now.”
“You can’t be. You’re hurt.”
“Fuck, I ain’t that hurt.”
He pulled her up, his hand under her hair gripping a handful, and he kissed her deeply. She kissed him back, and he felt hotter than the damn fire he’d been in today.
Their lips parted, and he reached for her top.
“Get undressed and come in the shower with me.”
“I want to, but...”
“I’m telling you to.”
He pushed her shirt up and over her head. Her large breasts overflowed from her bra. She was a damn pin-up model, and she belonged to him and his brothers.
She reached back to undo her skirt, and he unclipped her bra and cupped her breasts. He felt frantic. He flinched and gulped as he leaned forward to suckle her breast.
“Mike, please. I don’t want you feeling any pain.”
He pulled on her nipple, speaking to her with it between his teeth. “No pain. Only pleasure.”
He swirled his tongue around her areola then suckled more of her breast. She moaned and grabbed a hold of his cock, stroking it with her palm and fingers.
“Shower. Now,” he demanded and pulled back.
She looked incredible with her platinum-blonde hair cascading down over her breast. He reached in, turned on the shower, and tested the temperature. He reached for her hand. She looked so sweet, so young and petite. It aroused something carnal, possessive, and needy inside of him.
He pulled her in and under the spray of water from the multiple showerheads. They were surrounded by the vibrating rhythm.
Running his hands along her hips and ass, he pulled her closer and rubbed his cock against her belly and his chest against her ribs. “I love how you feel in my arms when you’re naked and pressed against me.”
He felt her hands massage his hips then go lower over his ass. He flexed.
“And I love how you feel, too. All muscle, so sexy and hard.”
“Hard for you, baby.” He cupped her cheeks, leaned down, and kissed her deeply. She covered his hands and pushed them away, and she kissed the inside of them as the water flowed around them. She was such an incredible sight.
Water dripped from her hardened nipples, and her beautiful platinum-blonde hair fell in wet, long streaks over her shoulders. Her mesmerizing blue eyes sparkled with desire as she began lowering to her knees.
When her full lips parted and her tongue peeked out to swipe against the tip of his cock, he moaned.
“God, baby, you’re a seductress.”
“You bring it out in me.” She pulled his cock between her lips and suckled.
He wanted to come right there. To hear her words. For her to tell him he made her feel like a seductress and want to be one fed his ego immensely. He felt harder than a steel rod, and he prayed he could handle making love to her in this shower, but his fucking ribs were sore as hell.
She cupped his balls and massaged them in her palm as she stroked his cock with her mouth and tongue.
“Fuck, Frankie, you’re killing me. That feels so damn good. I want inside of you, woman. I want to get lost in that warm, tight pussy.”
She released his cock.
“On the bed, not here. You’ll hurt yourself worse.” She stood up, grabbed the soap, and made quick work with it. They didn’t say anything to one another as they shampooed, washed up, rinsed one another, and then turned off the water. She reached for the towel, handing him one first, and then she dried herself.
She shocked him again when she reached for his hand.
“Come on, Mike. I’m going to take care of you.”
He gulped down the lump of emotion that consumed him in that instant.
I love her. Holy fuck, I’m in love with Francesca.
He dropped his towel then shoved hers apart and away from her body when they made it to the bed. He kissed her deeply, and she pulled back.
“Let me.” She gently pressed her palm against his belly.
He let her run the show. It was out of his control. At least for tonight.
She spread his thighs and ran those sexy, dainty hands of hers up and down the inside of his groin. The tips of her fingers teased his cock and balls. It was torture, but he was enjoying it.
“Frankie, I need you.”
She licked his cock and began to suck on him again. His cock grew harder and thicker. He gripped her hair.
He held her gaze. “Get up here,” he said, voice shaking because he felt so hungry for her.
She slowly released his cock, and her striking blue eyes locked onto his as she eased her way up his body.
“Any pain?” she whispered.
He didn’t respond. She got the hint and slowly took his cock, aligned it with her cunt, and sank down on him.
He closed his eyes as he cupped her breasts and enjoyed the feeling of being so deep inside of Frankie.
“I love being inside of you.”
He opened his eyes. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and the wet tips tickled his pectoral muscles.
“I love the scent of you. The smell of your hair, your perfume, your sexy, wet pussy.”
“Oh God, Mike.” She began to ride him faster. She rocked on top of him, fucking him, milking his cock. He pulled on her nipples, massaged her breasts, and then counterthrust up against her.
“Oh. Be careful,” she reprimanded him, and he clenched his teeth and thrust upward hard and fast when she fell forward.
“I’m fine. You do it to me. I fucking love you. Every inch of you, Frankie.”
He pulled her down and kissed her. He rolled her to her back and fought the pain he felt in his ribs. They seemed numb against Frankie’s body and power over him. He rocked into her as he kissed her and shoved his cock as deep as he could get into her. He released her lips, and she screamed out her release, and he followed, grunting, panting, and then lying over her.
“Oh God, Mike.” She cupped his cheeks. She had tears in her eyes. “I love you, too.”
He smiled then rolled off of her and to his side. Then the pain kicked in.
* * * *
Frankie kissed along Mike’s chest. She used her mouth to explore his tattoos. The floral-like pattern encased in fire, the firefighter’s helmet, a date eleven years ago, and an American flag with another date and the word, “brothers.” She paused as she realized she had seen the same tattoos on Nate, Rye, and Turbo, too. At first she had seen only the flags. Her focus was on their bodies and, of course, how they made her feel. She lost all focus when they touched her, made love to her, and had her screaming in ecstasy.
Mike reached up and ran his fingers through her hair.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
She ran her finger over the flag tattoo and then the word, “brothers.”
“All four of you have the same tattoo and the same date.”
He glanced down at his arm.
“That was a special day.”
She heard Nate’s voice and turned to see him standing in the doorway. He looked at her, and she felt all aroused and wet all over again.
“Why don’t you tell her about it, Nate? It was a big day for you.” Mike used his good arm to pull her against his side. She snuggled up against Mike, despite her attempt at giving him room.
“I’m good, sweets. I want you right by my side,” he said, and she smiled at him.
Nate walked over, pulling his shirt up over his head before he sat down on the bed. She reached out and ran her fingers along the flag and the identical date.
“Ten years ago, which seems like a lifetime from now, I prepared to leave for the Marine Corp like I had since joining the service at nineteen.”
“Nineteen? You were so young.”
He smiled.
“Baby, you have no idea. I had experienced war before. Nearly got killed in a low-profile mission, and when I came back in between tours, my brothers and I talked about our family.”
“We discussed the bond we have. We wanted what our mom and fathers have,” Mike added.
“Wait, mom and fathers? You mean a ménage?”
Nate smiled. He cupped her chin, and his eyes swept over her bare breasts. “They live a couple of hours south of here. They have a gorgeous place on the beach. They’d love you, Francesca.”
She felt her heart race.
“My brothers and I did everything together. And during those first few years apart, things got a little crazy,” Nate explained.
“Rye got into some serious trouble. He was fighting, messing around in illegal boxing matches, and then he got in over his head with some mobster types.”
“Oh God, how did he get out of trouble?” she asked.
Mike chuckled. “Let’s just say Turbo, Nate, and I went into a fistfight packing guns.”
“We made it so that Rye would never have to worry about anyone messing with him or trying to drag him back into underground trouble.”
She couldn’t imagine Rye fighting illegally. He did have big muscles, and he was very physically fit, but still, he was so sweet and didn’t seem to fit the personality of a fighter.
“I wasn’t that bad off. Don’t let them bullshit you,” Rye said, joining them in the bedroom.
She looked him over, trying to imagine him in some wild cage fight in an old abandoned warehouse down some dark alley. Why she thought it was sexy she didn’t know. But she was glad his brothers had helped him out of trouble and from going down the wrong path.
He climbed right up onto the bed and caressed up her bare calves and thighs to her waist. He kissed her inner thighs. “I was bad-ass, baby. We kicked ass that night.” He licked her skin under her knee, and Mike chuckled.
“We were fucking lucky,” Mike stated.
“That’s why we drank so much afterward. We were on a high,” Nate said.
She put it together. “Oh, so you got drunk and celebrated your victory by getting matching tattoos?”
Rye spread her thighs and used his thumbs to manipulate her pussy.
“No, Nate was leaving for a tour of duty in the Middle East on some secret mission. His commanders told him it was dangerous and he might not make it back alive.”
The tears instantly filled her eyes, and she saw the seriousness in Rye’s eyes and heard it in the tone of his voice. She looked at Nate, who held the same unreadable expression. “Oh God, Nate, you were in Iraq?”
He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.
“I’ve been a lot of places, darling. I’ve done a lot of crazy shit to survive.” He held her gaze and looked over her face as if memorizing every detail. “I often wondered why I lived and why I even existed. Now I know.”
She didn’t know what he meant, and then it hit her.
“To take care of your brothers and watch over them,” she whispered.
“For my brothers and me to take care and watch over you.” His words hit her straight in the heart, and then he kissed her.
Rye took that moment to stroke a finger into her pussy.
Nate took complete control of the situation and kissed her thoroughly, and then he paused.
“We want you.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He got up off the bed and stripped off his pants and briefs.
Rye pulled his fingers from her pussy and jumped up from the bed. He ran to the side dresser, and Nate lifted her up to straddle his body, leaving his legs to hang over the side of the bed. She looked over Nate’s head and locked gazes with Mike. He rolled to
his side, flinching as he leaned on his arm and elbow, and watched with interest.
“Best fucking seat in the house,” he said.
She felt her cheeks warm and then felt Nate align his cock with her pussy and thrust up into her.
She gasped and held on to his shoulders until he worked his thick cock all the way in.
His hands felt so good and powerful as he manipulated her body, cupping her breasts while thrusting up.
She tried to hold on and ride him, but suddenly she felt the cool liquid to her anus and Rye’s fingers press into her ass.
“Damn, Frankie, you have got to have the best ass.” He leaned down and bit her gently on the ass cheek.
“Rye,” she said, but it came out more like a moan than a reprimand.
Mike chuckled. “Her tits look great, too, as they bob and sway each time Nate thrusts into her pussy.”
“Mike,” she scolded, and Nate held her hips and thrust upward. Sure enough, her breasts moved and bounced.
As they made comments, and she was about to reprimand them some more, she felt Rye pull his finger from her ass and replace it with his cock.
She stiffened a moment and then gasped as she felt Rye’s cock sink deeper between her anal muscles.
Both Nate and Rye began to move into her, thrusting, rocking, and grabbing her everywhere. Rye cupped her breasts from behind as he thrust into her ass. She felt her belly tighten and her heart soar with love and adoration for these men. They were such a deep part of her, and the realization brought tears to her eyes. She suddenly wanted to give them everything she could. She thought she heard the bed dip but could hardly focus as her body erupted and she screamed her first release.
She was trying to recover, her body building up again already as Nate and Rye continued to make love to her. They slowed their pace. Nate cupped her breasts, and Rye grabbed her hips and massaged her ass cheeks. Then she sensed Mike moving closer. His eyes scrunched together, but he held his cock in his hand and looked determined.
“I want in, too.”
She licked her lips. She wanted to ask if he was okay, but that fierce, determined look in his eyes warned her not to. She moved her head closer and immediately pulled his cock between her lips. From there on out, she was in some kind of erotic fog.
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