“And you’ve already got Coop half convinced,” he retorted, and I gave a little shrug.
“I promised I’d pierce my navel whether he did it or not.”
The heat in Jake’s eyes sent another shiver through me. “Did you now?” He ran his finger along the hem of my shirt. “Just any piercing?”
“Something green to match my eyes and steel gray, so the gray-green matches his.”
Jake nodded slowly. “I approve.”
“Go with us when I do it?”
“You don’t even have to ask, Baby Girl. I’m going to want you there for my dragon too.”
“Hell yes.” I tilted my head. “I can’t wait to see you all inked up and colorful.”
“Yeah?” He raised his brows. “All this clean, smooth flesh not doing it for you?”
I snorted. “You know you do it for me and then some.”
“I do,” he murmured. “Doesn’t mean I don’t mind hearing about it.”
“Fair.” Stroking my fingers along his cheek to his chin, I asked, “Have I mentioned how much I love your beard?”
“I think I heard a moan or two in that direction that last time I ate you out.”
Biting my lower lip, I tried to swallow my laughter. If I didn’t think we’d get booted off the train, I might climb on his lap right here. Still, we had a few too many in our audience, and my exhibitionist kink wasn’t linked to a going to jail kink. “It feels so soft against my thighs.”
“Particularly since you got that perfect pussy of yours all waxed and neatened?” He raised his brows and the stakes. “’Cause I love how silky you are on my tongue.”
Heat speared through me, along with the warmth Jake’s fingers elicited as he slid his hand between my thighs and gripped my leg. “So it’s still perfect, even if it’s not all wild curls?”
Were we really having this conversation?
“Baby Girl, everything about you is perfect. I’m just glad Rachel promised me she would make sure any waxing she talked you into would be handled by a woman. I didn’t specify hetero, but I can handle a woman doing it but not a guy.”
The corners of my lips twitched as I leaned in close to whisper against his ear. “I promise you, the only men who have ever seen my pussy are the four of you.”
He rumbled with a bit of a growl before turning his head to catch my lips in a slow kiss. I just leaned into the contact, the heat gentle and giving as much as it was asking for comfort. I kept stroking his beard, savoring the soft brush of it against my cheeks. I hadn’t been kidding about how much I enjoyed the tickle of it against my thighs and more delicate parts. It just added a whole other level of sensation.
One last thrust of his tongue had my toes curling in my boots before he let me have a breath of air. “You’re dangerous and perfect.”
No lie, I liked that compliment. I just grinned, then kissed the tip of his nose and glanced at the time before holding up the book we were still reading. “We have a few more minutes.”
“Yeah, that’s not reminding my dick to behave, but we can’t fit all our luggage in the bathroom so you’re safe…” He nipped my ear. “For now.”
I could point out that I didn’t want to be safe, but the distraction gave him a few precious minutes of peace. I would make it up to him later.
In Stuttgart, Jake’s humor faded, and I took his hand as we made our way through the station. Fortunately, a good number of the people spoke English as well as German. French, I could do. Jake actually knew a few phrases, and he used them sparingly. I’d texted the guys that we’d arrived in the city and I’d be in touch as soon as we had news on Jake’s father.
Their responses were swift. Their flight departed in a couple of hours, so we had time to get to the hospital at the base. I knew what they were waiting for. If the news at the hospital was bad, Archie would be directing that flight to Germany. They would be here for Jake just like I was.
Jake led us out of the station. I wasn’t sure if we were going to get a taxi or hire a car. To be honest, I’d never been on a military base. Did we need to get permission to even go there? Or was there some other arrangement we could make? For now, I kept those questions to myself.
To my surprise, a familiar face waited for us as Jake and I crossed from the station entrance toward a parking lot. The dark-haired woman with the warm smile and a buttoned down, clean uniform strode toward us, and Jake released my hand and the suitcase to catch Klara in a hug.
She murmured something to him, and I held back to give them some space. Jake towered over the woman who had been as much a part of his childhood as his own mother. I remembered her, but I never equated her with family and a part of me felt bad about that. This wasn’t about me, at all. So I refused to dwell on that. I was here for Jake and for Klara.
“How is he?” Jake asked.
“He’s still in surgery,” she answered. “I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you with more details yet, I was hoping they’d finish by the time I’d done my report. Let’s get the two of you into the car. I need to check you in with base security, then you can stay with us…”
Hesitation flickered over her face, but Jake reached for the suitcase and nodded. “We’d like that.”
Relief flooded her eyes as she glanced at me. “Hello again, Frankie.”
“Hello, ma’am.”
“Klara,” she told me. “I might be an officer, but you definitely don’t report to me. Now, come on you two. You can catch
