“Good morning, Angel.” When she wrapped her arms around me, I settled my weight against her. Then tucked my face into the crook of her neck and blew a raspberry against her pulse point.
Laughter spilled out of her as I danced my fingers down her ribs, and then we were wrestling. Thank fuck for a huge bed. Considering we nearly went off the side of it.
Still laughing, I rolled off the bed and landed a light slap against her ass. “I’ll go make your coffee, and then we’ll work on music. Sound good?”
“It does, though—are you going to get me coffee like that?” At the sultry note, I glanced down at myself and then over at her, where she lay on her side, propped up on her elbow.
“Well, only if you promise to warm my dick up if it gets so cold it tries to fall off.” The tease just rolled right out of me and Frankie’s eyes lit up.
“Promise, I’ll warm you right up.”
“Then yes, ma’am,” I continued with a wink. “Your naked coffee will be right with you.”
Her laughter followed me down the stairs. Despite the joking about the cold, it was undeniably chilly down here. I managed to not turn into a popsicle. Not that it slowed her down when I came back, she settled right down on her knees in front of me at the fire and blew my fucking mind.
Totally worth a second trip to get her hot coffee since the first cup got cold.
When we moved to the studio to work, Frankie had a new idea. “Ian?”
“Hmm?”
I glanced up from the lyric sheet to where she stood wearing just my shirt. To be honest, I wasn’t even sure she had panties on under that jersey. I couldn’t wait to find out later.
“Think I can offer you a little challenge?”
I set the music on the holder on the piano and raised my brows. “You can offer me anything you want, Angel.”
She grinned. “But will you do it?”
“Ahh,” I said slowly. “Do you really want whatever it is?”
“Yes, please, sir.” She was killing me in all the right ways.
“What do you want me to do?”
After directing me to settle on the bench, she opened my pajama bottoms and fisted my cock.
“Angel, I have no objections—”
“Shh,” she scolded, then winked. “Please.”
I mimed zipping my lips as she stroked me from base to tip. Sitting still took discipline. Then she answered my question about the panties when she straddled my lap and sank right down on my cock.
Her sigh echoed my own. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she shifted just a little and flexed around me. The urge to thrust upward had me bracing her ass. The heat of that soft skin against my thighs was a tease, whether I was still in pants or not.
“Okay,” she said. “Now—I thought if you could play, we could work on that bridge.”
“Like this?” Realization dawned. “Naughty, Angel.”
She grinned slowly. “If you can play video games, Ian, I am almost certain you can play music.”
“Almost certain?”
The challenge dripping off that statement sent a fresh pulse of heat right to my dick. The warm, velvet glove of her pussy wrapped around me was the absolute best kind of distraction.
“Hold on to me,” I ordered, and she tightened her thighs and arms as I scooted us forward. Each bumping movement sent me surging up into her and she let out a huff. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes went a little shiny. “Good girl,” I praised and she bit her lip. “You remember the bridge from the drive?”
“I do,” she told me, though her voice was definitely on the heated side.
“Excellent.” It took me a second to get my fingers onto the right keys and put my foot on the pedals. “Challenge accepted, Angel.”
One thing neither of us considered was that each time I had to press a foot pedal, it lifted my hips a fraction and let me thrust gently, though a thrust all the same.
Four full passes on the whole song, bridge included, and we nailed it. “It’s perfect,” she whispered before her mouth found mine. We didn’t even make it off the bench as I rocked her against my lap.
Rising, I took two steps to press her against the wall as I thrust my cock inside her, and she twisted her hips, writhing up to meet me. The frantic pace seemed almost too fast, but the orgasm threatened to spill out of me.
Her pussy spasmed around me a split-second later as she let out a soft cry and I came in a rush. Thankfully, the wall was right there, or we would have both ended up in a graceless heap on the floor.
With butterfly kisses, she helped me pull myself back together. Sweat dampened my forehead where I leaned it against hers and she smiled at me. “Was there a winner in that challenge?” I was more curious than anything.
Frankie laughed. “Yes. Us.”
Boneless and far more relaxed, we eventually cleaned up and went back to work on the song. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t just the buzz of impending pleasure that made it sound so good.
“I love it,” she said.
“Yeah?” I glanced at her then back at the music. This song had been damn elusive. All the others had fallen into place—but this one was about the future, and I wanted it to be…
“It’s full of hope and dreams, and it doesn’t promise anything more than hard work and companionship. I love it,” she repeated. “I love that it sounds like vows in some ways.”
Oh.
“You caught that, huh?”
“I get your music, Ian. It’s your love language. I know it took me a long time to hear what you were trying to say. But I know to listen now—I won’t miss anything. Not again.”
Wrapping an arm around her, I hugged her tight. “Keys and Kisses,” I told her. “That’s what I’m calling this one.”
She smiled.
“The keys to your heart, the kisses you share, and the life you opened to all of us.”
“The kisses you all gave me," she answered. “The keys you already had, and the life you all have given to me.”
I chuckled. “It works.”
“It does.”
Leaning back, I took a moment to study her. “I have a surprise for you tonight.”
“Another one?”
“Hmm… one I’m hoping you’ll enjoy as much as the one you just gave me.”
“Do you really want me to have this surprise?”
“Yes.” Archie would want her to have it too.
“Then you just tell me what you need me to do.”
Love filled me. “First, we’re going through the whole list. I want to play them all and hear you sing. I want you to hear them with me. When we’re done, we’ll pick out what we want on the album.”
That was our plan.
It took about three hours to get through all of them. We only paused to adjust a lyric or work through a particular refrain. Six months of work finalized in an afternoon.
Sure, we’d probably have more tweaks once the label got ahold of it. But we had a second album.
Archie texted that he would be there after dinner. I told him to come on up when he arrived. We showered after the studio time, then got a fire lit. Frankie ambled down to heat dinner while I had my shower.
We’d already changed the sheets on the bed. That was definitely a two-person job. We dined on the floor—no wine—though we kept it chilled for later.