Running Free (Woodland Creek)(34)

“We’d have to be something to be official. We’re nothing, Gun.”

I roll my eyes at her and playfully bite the flesh on her belly. “How many times do I have to tell you, woman? We are not ‘nothing.’ We’re something. In fact, you’re my girlfriend.”

She gasps and sits up on her elbows, furrowing her brows together. “I came back to apologize, not put labels on whatever it is we are.”

Sitting up on my haunches, I push her knees apart and drag my gaze over her *. Her lips glisten with her need for me. No matter what spews from her mouth, I know she wants me. She may not have convinced her mind yet, but her body most definitely wants me. That’ll have to do for now.

“I’m your boyfriend,” I tell her in a matter-of-fact tone before bringing my lips to those between her legs.

“Oh… ”

Her fingers tangle in my hair while I show her exactly what it is good boyfriends do. I take her closer and closer to the edge of sanity with each swirl of my tongue on her clit until I know she’s dangling over the edge.

“Say it,” I demand, pulling just far enough away from her that all she can feel is my hot breath.

“Damn you, Gun!”

“I’m not getting you off until you admit you want me and we’re something. Say it, hádanka.”

She relaxes and pushes me back to where she throbs for me. “Fine, I’m your woman. Now eat my * before I end up in the paper for homicide.”

I’m smiling as I lick her a few more times until she’s shuddering and gasping for air. I don’t wait for her to catch her breath and am soon on my knees, fisting my cock as I position myself between her. Last time, I took her slow. This time, during make-up sex, I’m going to f*ck my girl.

With a hard thrust, I slam into her. She cries out and clutches the sheets beside her as I drive into her tight heat. “No more running, Frankie. We’re something. You got that?”

Her wild eyes are on me as she nods frantically and when I push her knees against her chest, a sexy mewl escapes her. From this position, my balls slap her ass and I know it won’t be long before I’m coming too.

She reaches around and clutches onto my balls, causing my vision to go black with pleasure. All of it — her contracting *, her sweet moans, and now her massaging my balls — I lose myself to a f*cking epic climax.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” I say with a growl, as my nuts tighten and I pour into her, hot and furious.

She wiggles her legs around me and I scoot closer to her, crushing her with my massive body. Despite her labored breaths, she’s happy as a f*cking lark to have me on top of her this way. Slipping my hands into her hair, I kiss her in a way I hope conveys how much she means to me.

“Make-up sex is kind of fun. Maybe we should fight more often,” she muses aloud.

I chuckle and nibble her lip before rolling onto my back, dragging her on top of me. “As long as our next fight includes me spanking you, I guess I can get on board with it.”

She swats at me but I seize her wrists and draw her to me for another kiss.

“I f*cking missed you, woman.”

Her sigh into my mouth is one of contentedness and my heart pounds nearly through my chest for her. For as long as Carla and I were together, I never felt like I’d walk through the depths of hell for her. Sure, I would have protected her at all costs because she was my wife. But with Frankie, something’s different. It’s like she tethered her heart to mine and the only way to sever that link is death.

I don’t plan on dying any time soon.

And I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to her.

I’m such a lovesick fool at the moment that I’m already wondering how I can talk her into moving in with me. She’s the independent type so I’ll have to tread lightly, this I know.

“Suzie starts school soon,” she tells me, a smile upon her lips. “Otis wants to homeschool her but I think she needs to be around other kids her age.”

I think about the dark-skinned little girl — so adorable and innocent. She’s lucky to have someone like Frankie in her life. With that thought, a dark one enters my mind.

“Did you know a Jennifer Collins?” I blurt out.

The smile on her face falls and she shakes her head. “Don’t say it, Gun. Please.”

I hug her to me and stroke her back. “Last night. After you bolted, I got called in. I’m sorry, Frankie.”

Frankie, the ever resilient and tough cookie, begins to cry and it guts me. Fucking guts me.

“She was pregnant!”

My belly drops at her admission and I swallow down the bile rising in my throat. “I’m so sorry, hádanka.”

She sits up and glares at me, tears staining her pink cheeks. “We have to find who’s doing this. Some * has a vendetta against me! Was it Jared? I’ll break his f*cking nose again and then I’ll—”

“You’ll do nothing because it wasn’t him.” I sigh. “Babe, it was a bear.”

“Fuck that,” she snarls and scrambles off me.

“Where’re you going?” Panic spikes through me at the thought of her leaving me again. Her emotional outbursts are confusing.

“I’m going to go kill this ‘so-called bear’ and end this today.” Her bare chest heaves each time she takes a furious breath.