The clamp of her pussy on my cock dragged my own orgasm out, and I swallowed her screams, even as I answered them with my own moan. It was my turn to fight shaking legs as we clung to each other.
I hadn’t totally meant to fuck her in the shower, but there was just something about a naked, wet Frankie I couldn’t resist. A soft laugh escaped me, and I kissed her throat, then up to her jawline.
“What?” she asked, combing her fingers through my hair.
“I was just thinking that I can’t resist you naked and wet.” I grinned.
“And that’s funny?”
“Pretty much.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “’Cause I can’t resist you dry and naked. Or wet and clothed. Or dry and clothed for that matter.”
Her laughter eddied up to join mine, and she shook her head. “I adore you.”
“Right back atcha.” With care, I eased out of her, and we both let out a long sigh. We’d almost finished showering when helping her wash her breasts turned so interesting. “What do you say we kidnap the boys and drag them around the Tower tomorrow?”
“Oh,” she said with a sigh. “I like that idea, but don’t leave Archie alone with the crown jewels. I do not need him to get any ideas.”
A snort escaped me. “Give that up. You know him—he’s going to drown you in jewels if he thinks you’ll let him.”
Her soft ‘hmm’ made me smile. Over the years, Frankie had always been so resistant to letting us take care of her. Not anymore. Not that I was complaining, because she insisted on looking after us too.
“What about the British Museum?” She tilted her head up to look at me as she finished rinsing off. “They have the Rosetta Stone and the mummies and…”
I pressed a finger to her lips. “Sold, Baby Girl. We have a couple more days here, and we should have time to really dig into more sights.”
“There’s so much history here.” That was my girl. She made a huge splash on a stage, singing her heart out and looking sexy as fuck, and now she wanted to go nerd out at history.
“I love you,” I told her before giving her another long, lingering kiss that might have kept us in the shower longer, but her stomach protested.
One did not simply forget to feed the Frankie. With some reluctance, I shut off the shower, and then we were out and toweling off. I caught her watching me in the mirror as I ran the towel over my chest.
“Like what you see?”
“Oh yes,” she said. “I love the way your muscles move when you’re drying off. It’s really sexy.”
I flexed my glutes, and Frankie’s grin grew.
“Yeah, I figured those were the muscles you were admiring.” Not that I minded.
“Hey,” she told me, all innocence. “I like your ass. A lot.” Then she slapped my ass right before she scooted out the door and into the bedroom.
I laughed and managed to snap the towel to catch her on one butt cheek. “I like your ass too. And I’ll happily spank it if that’s what you’re angling for.”
“Maybe later,” she teased, but glanced over at me. “I kind of do like being spanked.”
“Oh, I know.” But laughter from the other room carried as did the scent of food. We got dressed, Frankie went with sleep shorts and one of my sweatshirts, and I just dragged on loose drawstring pants and a T-shirt. We all slept naked so much these days, it didn’t faze me, but at the moment, we had company.
And Rachel.
“Hey…” I said as she ran her fingers through her damp hair. “Don’t fuss over Rachel too much. You moved her to tears tonight when you were singing, though she tried to hide it.”
“Awww…”
“Yeah,” I said. “You move me to tears often, but my masculinity can handle it.”
Her delighted smile warmed me up. The sound of my cell ringing distracted me, and I glanced around for it. Took me a minute to locate it in my discarded jeans. My mother’s name flashed up on the screen, and I nodded to Frankie.
“Go eat, I’ll check in with Mom and the girls and be right out, okay?”
“Okay,” she murmured, then blew me a kiss before opening the door.
“Hey, Mom,” I greeted as I answered the phone. “I know, I should have called you guys but we’ve—”
“Jake,” Mom interrupted. “There’s been an accident.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cats in the Cradle
Frankie
“You don’t—”
I glared at Jake, and he closed his mouth.
“Thanks, Baby Girl,” he murmured before pulling me tighter against him. We were waiting for the express train to take us to Paris from London. Then from there, we would take a second train to Germany and then to the base his father was stationed at. From the moment Jake walked out of the bedroom with that wounded look in his eyes, we’d become a whirlwind of activity.
Archie had booked our train tickets while Jake left a message for Klara. It had been late there, but all Alicia had known was there had been a training accident and Jake’s dad was in surgery. Klara returned Jake’s call, but his dad was still in surgery. They didn’t know how serious it was yet.
No way could he not go, especially since we were in London, just hours away. Nor could I let him go alone. KC and the girls had offered some suggestions on the trains. We could do a flight, but with his father in surgery, trains would get us there in plenty of time and might prove a distraction.
The express from London to Paris was something we’d always wanted to do too. Still, not the way we wanted to do it.
Ian pulled Jake away for a moment to talk to him, and Archie pressed a card into my hand. I glanced down at the black card, then up at him.
“Don’t argue,” he
