Page 118 of Undone

I decide to make a pot of decaf while thinking of the man out in the woods. He’s intense. Every time his eyes landed on me, I find myself transported back in time where my feet and heart got stuck.

“I won’t get sucked in by him again. I won’t.” I swear to myself, as I gaze out the window wondering if all my boys will come home.

I hold the cup of tea in my hands as I sit by the fire. It’s gone cold. They’ve been gone over an hour. Humming sounds in the distance—an army of chainsaws buzzing. I jump from my seat glancing out the window. A line of headlights zipping through the woods come closer. I throw on my coat and step into my boots, running to meet them.

They zip into the field circling me as the engines cut. Then I see him. Smith has Trapper cradled in his arms as his snowmobile is towed by the one in front of him; enabling him to cradle my baby.

His lips are pressed in a thin line. Dried blood reflects off his coat.

“I need to get him inside.”

“What happened? Trapper?” I gently press my hand to his head. He whimpers.

“Probably coyotes. He’s lucky he got away.”

Smith carries him in, putting him down by the fire. A few of his men follow. “Luce,” his eyes find me, “get some towels and hot water. Pledge, get my med kit from the truck.”

“He needs a vet.”

“We already called one. She’ll be here any minute.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, picking up Trapper’s paw and giving it a slight squeeze. I gather the things Smith asked for and return.

Kneeling by Trapper’s side, I smooth the fur on the top of his head. “This is my fault. I’m sorry. I knew I should’ve kept you on a leash.”

“Don’t put this on you. It could’ve been anyone’s dog. They need to run free. It’s what they were born to do.”

I pick up a rag and dip it into the warm water, carefully washing blood from his fur.

“Easy there. He’s in a lot of pain… he might bite.” Smith takes out his kit and speaks in a low tone, calming Trapper, as he begins to inspect his wounds. The vet arrives within thirty minutes and takes over administering a sedative and injecting Trapper with a powerful antibiotic.

I look up from Trapper. Luce is exhausted, dark crescent circles are under each of her eyes. Her long lashes are dark against her pale skin. Her hand still clutches one of Trapper’s paws. “Easy boy.” I lift Luce and carry her to her bed. Dawn is still hours away. I’ll stay up and watch the dog. If he makes it through the night; he’ll be okay.

I sit in an arm chair and watch the flames and monitor the dog’s steady breathing. Finally, when dawn breaks, I scrub my gritty eyes and yawn. I need sleep. Walking as quietly as I can, I move towards the hall of bedrooms.

I shut the door behind me, closing my eyes. The air smells of her honeysuckle skin. I’m hard as a rock as I reach down, taking off my boots. My heart races faster than a bird’s wings as my eyes adjust to the dark and I cross the bare floor. Her soft snores tickle my heart as I reach the foot of the bed where my queen sleeps.

My finger reaches out to trace her cheek. I push a lock of hair from my angel’s face. My body shudders with need.

“I love you, baby. Don’t give up on us now,” I whisper.

Careful not to wake her, I unbuckle my belt and step out of my jeans. I unfasten the holster at my ankle and place my Glock on her dresser. I leave my boxer briefs on, even though they are feeling tight as hell right about now. I lift my sweater over my head and crawl into bed next to her.

I inhale shakily as my lips find the back of my love’s neck. She stopped taking my calls or answer my texts when it was clear I was okay after Canada…but she can’t avoid all two-hundred-forty plus pounds of me pressed up against her.

She moans in her sleep, pressing her heart-shaped butt against me. I hiss as it hits me where I need her the most. My arms wrap around her tight. I’m never letting this one go. I bury my face against the nape of her neck breathing deep. I’m so hard I could cry; I’m burning so much for her.

Her skin is hot butter as I skim the tips of my fingers down her tailbone and up around to her front where they creep under her tank and reach her rosy tits.

I groan, biting my lip as my fingers tug on her nipples before my large palms cover each breast. My hips have a mind of their own as they surge forward, pressing my thick as fuck cock, between her cheeks.

My briefs are full of pre-cum. It’s been too long since I’ve had her.

One hand fall from her breast, sliding down her smooth tummy to cup her mound.

“Lucas?” My name falls from her lips, in a sigh.

“I’m here baby. I’m never leaving you again.” My fingers find the jewel nestled between her honey-blonde curls and rub back and forth as I whisper in her ear how much I’ve missed her… how much I want her.

---