Page 30 of Scotch: Unraveled

“I missed this, Rory… missed you…” She moans deep and throaty, throwing a changeup in her hip rotation. “Love you,” she says and as she keeps up her grinding. I don’t think she realizes what she’s said.

“Ya still love me?” I practically growl those words, needing to hear her answer.

“Yes,” she mumbles. “Never stopped…”

Fuck me, I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear those words until I heard them. Frankie never stopped loving me. When I pull her toward me, it’s with far less finesse than I intended, but I need her lips. Moving my hands to hold her cheeks, I use my whole mouth—lips, tongue, teeth—to show her how I feel. She holds on to my wrists as she kisses back, rolling her hips over my length, and it feels so good I’m surprised my heart hasn’t stopped. She tries to pull away to release a moan, but I hold her mouth captive against mine, owning it as my due spoil.

A light sheen of sweat has broken out over both our bodies and as she continues to plunder my mouth with her own, Frankie moves one of my hands down to find her clit. Along with her continued glide, her hips begin to buck erratically and I know she’s close. “Come on, baby. Take it. It’s yars,mo leannan.”

On the final downglide, she clamps around me and lets loose an orgasmic battle cry. And I get to watch her break apart above me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Your turn,” she mouths, too spent to utter an actual sound. I nod and flip us so I can take her at the angle I need. Only a handful more strokes and I press my forehead in the crook of her neck as I come inside her. My beautiful Frankie.

I collapse, bringing more of my weight down on top of her and she circles her arms around me to hold me close. This is home. “I’m never letting ya go again, fair warning,” I tell her as I shift us so that she’s lying mostly on top of me now. “Rest now, Frankie. We’ll figure everything else out later.”

Remarkably, she plants a kiss on the center of my chest, then drops her cheek to rest exactly where she’d placed that kiss. Her breaths even out and I know she’s fallen asleep. Whatever happened tonight, I smell the stink of Rodrick all over it. If that bastard thinks to keep harassing my woman, he’s got a shock coming.

And that’s my promise. To him… and to her. On that thought, I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes.

I let her doze on me for a while, but the pull of that giant bed in my room becomes too much to resist. Ever since we set it up, I’ve been picturing spooning next to this woman. She barely even stirs when I shift her off and then reach around her body to heft her up into my arms and carry her to bed.

After laying her down and pulling the comforter up over her naked body, I begin to back away to round the bed when she surprises me by reaching her hand out to grasp mine, stopping my retreat. “You’re not leaving?” she asks.

“No,mo leannan. Not leaving, just moving around the bed. Didn’t wanna wake you.”

She smiles sleepily and releases my hand in order to flip back the comforter on my side, so I waste no more time standing around like an idiot and climb in next to her. I was right; it’s the softest fucking bed I’ve ever lain in. Even softer than the one she had when we were younger. We were both broke back then.

Frankie doesn’t even give me the chance to pull her against me, nuzzling her ass against my dick. As soon as she settles, my arms get wrapped around her and we both drift off.

The daylight barely peeked though the bedroom curtains when my eyes popped open. My thigh smarts having her leg, hand or whatever other part of her she pressed down on it last night while we were enjoying each other’s company. I rolled onto my side to face her, propping my head up on my bent arm watching her sleep.

She looks so peaceful sleeping. I take this time to get up and limp to the bathroom so I can take a few ibuprofen for the pain. While I’m up I check on the babes. Caity showed up with them when I got home yesterday. She told me about Frankie’s work emergency after I updated Duke on the Anguino Cartel situation. The lasses’re still off in dreamland. Good. It gives me more time with the woman I love before I have to be a da again.

Unfortunately, when I slide back under the covers, the movement wakes up Frankie. Fortunately, she turns her stunning brown eyes on me and smiles.

“Morning,” she says.

“Morning,mo leannan. How’re ya feeling?”

“Fine. Sore, if I’m honest. But the good kind—like after a good workout. I haven’t…um… been with a man since… well it had been years.”

She doesn’t have to tell me how many. I knew it last night it had been eight of ’em. “We gotta talk,” I whisper, staring at her laying beside me, in awe of the fact that she’s here. After all we’ve been through, life brought us together again. It’s a goddam miracle.

“I know,” she answers, solemnly.

“What had you so rattled last night?”

She sighs. “Rodrick.”

At his name my body goes taut. “Go on,” I urge.

“He stopped me. It was dark and we were alone. He said some reallynastythings.” She emphasizes the word nasty and I can read every bit of her meaning in her eyes. Though, I don’t need to because she gives it to me straight. “He tried to drag me from my car but I held on to that door for dear life until I could get it locked. Rory, I was so scared he was going to rape me that I sped off—left the scene.”

The frown spreads over my face but I keep silent, attempting to rein in my temper.

“What if he comes after me, raids the compound—I’m so sorry I brought this on you.” Tears roll down her cheeks. I reach my thumb over to wipe them away.

“These’re the only tears ya cry, hear me? He didn’t call it in. That was a rogue cop doing bad, but even if he brought the fucking army down on us, you did nothing wrong.”

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