Hours later, the front door opened, and Frankie walked in with a scowl on her face. We sat at her dining room table, both sweaty and satisfied, holding court like kings. She froze in the front foyer, staring at us.
Travis cut her off as she opened her mouth, no doubt to yell at us, and beat her to it. “Nice of you to join us.”
“What are you doing here?” She asked, dropping her bag and crossing her arms over her chest. Damn that delicious chest. She looked good in a white Budweiser shirt over a black thermal, dark jeans and a tan beanie on her head with her dark locks framing her face beneath.
“Being manly,” I said, standing up and wiping my hands on the rag over my shoulder, “Your place was crying for help.”
“You—” she turned on her heel, looking around her space with fresh eyes. “You fixed my door?”
“And the porch step, and the towel rack, and the drawer.” I said.
“Drawers.” Travis said with a pointed stare, “Almost every single one of them. In every room.”
Her mouth dropped open slightly. “You two broke into my house to—do maintenance?” She stumbled over the thought, “Wait, did you use my spare key?”
“No,” I watched her closely as her face gave something away I couldn’t quite place. “Your mom lent us hers.” I closed the distance and stared down at her with a smirk. “You know I’m a big softy for Mrs. Blake.”
She looked around again, over at Travis, with a slow, quiet appraisal. Like she didn’t know what to say.
Then she swallowed hard and met my gaze. “No one has ever done that for me.”
I brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, “Get used to it. Because your mom is onto us, and I’m afraid if we walked away now, I’d break her heart. And I can’t stomach the thought.”
She poked her knuckles into my stomach and let me pull her in close. But I didn’t miss the sudden gloss in her eyes, as she tried to blink it away before burying her face in my shirt.
Travis joined us, coming up behind her and kissing the top of her head, before adding, “Next time we’ll start upstairs.”
She laughed just a little, and I kissed her lips, feeling her melt into me. Because I couldn’t not. Not when her heart was soft like clay and I wanted nothing more than to leave my fingerprints on every piece of it.
Frankie melted between us like butter on warm skin. One moment she was standing there, still stunned from the repairs, heart cracked wide open and eyes blinking like she didn’t think we could see her tears.
And then the next, she was under me on her couch.
She giggled when I pinned her down, and Travis locked the front door. “How long until the kids get home?”
“Uh,” she licked her lips as I pushed her shirt up over her head, revealing a black lace bralette thing that made my mouth water. “Um.”
“Frankie.” Travis said dominantly from behind the couch, undoing the buttons on his flannel. “What time do they get home, baby?”
“Fuck,” She cursed and moaned when I bit her nipple through the lace. “What day of the week is it? Thursday?” She panted, “Five. They go to after-school art camp on Thursdays until five. A friend drives them home.”
“Mmh,” I groaned, glancing at the clock over the television. “You mean we get you all alone for hours? Damn, the things I can do to this sexy little body in that time.”
“God,” She arched her back, feeding her lush tits into my hungry mouth and reached for Travis’s belt over the back of the couch. “This was not how I was planning to spend my afternoon.”
I chuckled, kissing my way down her stomach, spending time at each mark left in her skin from growing her babies until I got to the button of her jeans, and flicking it open. “Is this an okay alternative?” I asked, laying a wet kiss at the top of her panties.
She nodded, breathless, “Yes.”
But that wasn’t enough. I looked up at her, green eyes burning, flushed cheeks, wild hair falling over her shoulders. “I need to hear it, sweetheart.”
Her eyes locked on mine, fierce and tender. “I can’t imagine a better way to spend an afternoon,” She traced her fingers over my cheek before turning her attention up to Travis as he pulled his shirt off. “I regretted leaving you two behind last night.”
Last night, we forced her to practice skating like she had intended, and then let her go home alone, even though that was the last thing we wanted to do when she had an empty house waiting for her. But the invisible barrier she had up between us last night kept us from following her home and using her body against her to get what we wanted.
Today was a different story though, because we were using our dedication to caring for her as a weapon to earn her trust as well as our bodies to pleasure hers.
“Please.” She purred, eyes widening with each moment that passed, “Please, Eli.”
