Running Free (Woodland Creek)(41)
Slipping an arm under her, I haul her up the bed and settle on top of her. Once I’ve guided my thickness back into her throbbing sex, I find her mouth with mine. We’re not even aware of our bodies as we kiss — we’re simply sharing our souls. Emotions and sensations are on high-alert as we make love. As I thrust into her, tangling my tongue with hers, I pray that wherever Mom is that she’d put in a good word for us.
Frankie deserves a happy ending and I want to be the one to give it to her.
“Gun,” she whimpers as her climax nears.
I kiss her deeply until she unravels in my arms. Her * clenches around me and I can’t hold back my own release. Once we’ve come down from our high, I snuggle into her hair and kiss her neck.
“You’re mine, hádanka.”
“It will always be you, Gunnar Mason,” she says with a happy sigh. “You’re mine too, you know. Sometimes I think it was you that imprinted on me, not the other way around.”
I chuckle at her words and lift up to look at her pretty face. “What exactly does this imprint entail? Does it mean you’ll be my sexual slave for life or my barefoot and pregnant housewife?”
She rolls her eyes but smiles. “No you, pig.” Her lips fall back down and she regards me seriously. “It means that I’ll never love another. That I’ll be one-hundred percent devoted to you. I’ll be yours in every sense of the word.”
The idea of her being completely mine for the rest of my years is a feeling I never want to leave my heart. Ever.
“I don’t need no imprint telling me that shit,” I tell her with a smug grin. “I knew you were mine the first time I saw you.”
And it’s true. From the moment I laid eyes on this woman, she snared me in her trap and tied her heart to mine. I willingly handed it over and don’t ever want it back. I’ll be happy spending my years with her doing whatever it takes to make her happy.
“Hádanka, give the old man a rest. He said he can feed himself.”
She shoots me a fierce glare that says back off but drops the spoon back into the pudding. I wink at her, causing her cheeks to tinge pink, and stand from the hospital chair. Strolling over to Otis’s bedside beside her, I put an arm around her waist and smile at him. “Looking better, Otis. Thanks for trying to save Suzie.”
His annoyed expression morphs into a happy one. It’s clear he loves Suzie like his own. He’ll make a great grandfather one day to our kids. My sperm may be terrible swimmers but I’m going to do anything in my power to make her a mom one day. Frankie is so good with Suzie and deserves more kids. I don’t care if we have to adopt the whole goddamned animal shelter — I’ll give her the family she deserves.
“You did all the work, Detective.” His voice is raspy but I can tell he’s strong and will make it through this eventually.
“I had a little help from my friends,” I tell him. “I’m just glad to see you’ll be okay.”
He smiles. “I’ll be just fine. They’ll probably let me out of here in the next day or two.”
The door pushes open and a tiny, mousy female nurse with dark hair streaked with grey pulled into a bun walks in. Her wide eyes are kind and she smiles at all three of us.
“Mr. Brock, how are you feeling?” she questions as she checks his vitals.
He winces with pain I’ve yet to see on him and I raise a speculative brow at him. The look he flashes me says, just go with it.
“Oh, Sheila, I’m hurting. Thought I might need a little help in the bathroom though,” he replies, giving her impressive puppy dog eyes for an owl. “Last time you took such great care of me.”
She blushes at his kind words and sets to helping him get out of the bed. My eyes find the old man’s again and he winks at me. Bastard likes this nurse. Well good for him. I hope he goes for her.
“That’s our cue to leave, Otis. Be good,” Frankie chides, clearly sensing his duplicitous motives, “but not too good. Who needs a swan when you can have a mouse?”
I’m not sure what it means but I figure it’s shifter-speak for go for the nurse.
“Where is Suzie anyway? In school already?” Otis questions as he sits up.
Frankie groans and I chuckle. “Ugh, no,” she says in annoyance. “I left her with Luca. He’s a terrible f*cking babysitter. We need to get back before he’s taught her how to maim small animals or some shit. Love you.”
The last part is blurted out with nonchalance and she heads for the door. I glance over at the old man who now has tears in his eyes.
“I love you, too, darlin’,” he assures her. “Always have. Always will.”
My heart is full but my belly is empty as we leave. “Want to stop off at the house and grab a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before we pick up the kiddo? Surely she can’t maim too many animals in an hour.”
Frankie giggles and throws herself into my arms. Her brown eyes dance with a happiness I’ve never seen exist in them. “Your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches always lead to wild, dirty sex.”
My eyes darken and I seize her lips with a kiss that promises more wild and dirty sex than she could ever imagine. “You like my sandwich and sex sessions.”
“Last time I ran away,” she says with a laugh, arguing my words.