Running Free (Woodland Creek)(29)

She giggles but sets to undoing her pants while I rip off my clothes in record speed. Once we’re both naked and she’s spread open before me, I grin at her.

“You’re so damn gorgeous, Frankie. I’m going to enjoy f*cking you under the moonlight like a couple of wild animals.”

Her eyes darken with one of the many enigmatic things that hide just below her surface and I nearly ask her what she’s thinking about. But when she grabs onto my cock between us, all rational thoughts are gone and I can only think about making love to her. With my eyes on her, I push her hand away and fist my cock. She gasps when I tease her wet as hell entrance.

I want to slam into her.

I want her to scream into the night as I take her.

But what I mostly want to do is feel every perfect, tight inch of her. Slow and teasing — a preface of the insane pleasure that’s to come.

“You’re different, Frances Aleen. I’ll learn what makes you that way eventually. To me, you’re worth every difficult, painstaking puzzle piece. I will figure you out and I can’t wait to see the beautiful picture when I’m done. You’re mine, hádanka.”

I push slowly into her and she whimpers. Once I’m seated deep inside of her, I cover her chilled flesh with mine and find her mouth. Our kisses are slow and unrushed despite both of us needing to get back to work. Right now, nothing else matters aside from each other.

Cradling her jaw with my palm, I kiss her with every ounce of passion I feel for her. My intrigue, desire, and happiness pours from me into her. I hope she can sense that despite not knowing her long, I’d do anything for her. I’ll protect her at all costs and continue to do whatever it takes for her to want to spend more time with me.

Eventually, she’ll let me love her the way I want to.

“Oh, God,” she moans, her body tightening with an impending climax. “Don’t stop, Gun.”

I continue my steady thrusting and murmur my words against her lips. “I’ll never stop, Frankie. Never.”

My soft words seem to send her over the edge and she shudders uncontrollably beneath me. Every time she climaxes, I swear, her skin heats to superhuman degrees. It drives me wild with need and the way her tight body clenches with every spasm of pleasure around my cock, I’m soon pouring my worthless seed into her.

I wish I could give this woman what every woman deep down desires. It makes me wonder if that’s the real reason Carla stepped out on our marriage — because I couldn’t give her what she ultimately wanted. With Frankie, I sense she’s a better woman. I woman of integrity and honesty, much like my mother was.

Frankie’s the type of woman any man with any sense would want a future with. Images of her flitting around the house chasing after Cutie Pie and decorating the Christmas tree with me fill my head.

“I don’t want you to get a big head or anything,” she says with a sigh, “but you’re amazing in the sack.”

I bellow with laughter again and press a kiss to her cold nose. “How can I not get a big head with that comment? In fact, speaking of big heads,” I tell her, “a certain head is getting big again. Do you feel me?”

When I thrust slightly into her, she groans in playful annoyance. “You’re also annoying, bossy, rude, and hairy.”

Raising my eyebrows at her in mock horror, I argue. “Hairy? Did you see the motherf*cker you used to be with? He’s way more of a hairy beast than me.”

She laughs. “You’re more offended by hairy than annoying, bossy, and rude?”

I’m nodding and about to argue some more when the woods around us go f*cking wild with animal noises. Wolves howling. Birds chirping. Owls hooting. Bears growling. It’s a f*cking zoo out there.

“Holy shit,” she hisses.

Her skin burns beneath me and I begin to wonder if she’s coming down with the flu or something.

“Gun, get off me. Now!”

When I don’t move, she screams and shoves me away as hard as she can. I’m still trying to process what the f*ck is going on when she scrambles to her feet and makes a beeline for the trees. Her naked ass jiggles with every long stride away from me.

“Frankie! What the hell is going on? Get back here and put some goddamned clothes on!”

She dives into darkness, out of my sight, and I yank my jeans up. Not bothering with shoes, I buckle my pants up along the way as I haul ass after her. Once into the thicket, my feet scream at each bite of the thorns and sticks on the forest floor. It’s dark and she’s nowhere to be f*cking found.

“Frankie! It’s not safe to be out here alone!”

Animals all around are going nuts with creepy-ass noises causing a shiver to run through me. I sure as hell am not going to do a good job of finding her half-naked and barefoot. With a grunt of frustration, I trot back to our blanket and quickly dress. I snatch up her clothes and shove them and the blanket back into the backpack.

I spend the next two hours searching the woods. I’m pissed and f*cking worried as hell. I don’t know if she was spooked by something or if she’s trying to get away from me. Eventually, I admit defeat and head back to the bar, hoping for some reason she’s there.

When I walk in and scan the bar, I don’t see her. Anxiety blooms in my chest and I nearly explode. The place is practically empty aside from Luca, still perched at the bar, and a few workers including Casey.