by Lauren Wood
I was nervous to see Frank and I tried to stop the trembling in my hands. He always did this to me and the more I tried to fight it, the more I realized how impossible it all was to do. I loved Frank, always would, no matter what and I couldn’t stand to see him locked up.
Matt led me back to the cells and told me that I had five minutes. He was acting gruff, but we both knew that I would take as long as I wanted to. He was acting that way because of Frank. I knew that Matt was a big softie, but Frank rubbed him raw. He wasn’t the only one.
“What are you doing here? I didn’t think I would see you again.”
“Yeah, well, there you are in here again. I just got back in town and heard about your arrest.”
He grinned ruefully. “I don’t think Hartford is ready for a MC right now.”
“I bet. I don’t think they are ever going to let it happen, not on Matt’s watch. I want to say that he had a friend or a family member that was in one. Something happened. It’s all fuzzy at the moment, but he has a real dislike for the lifestyle.”
“I can see that. So, what do I owe the pleasure? Are you here to rub it in?”
I frowned a little because he thought that of me.
“No, I thought you would need a signature to get out of here. If you push back your date a little bit, it won’t be too hard to get some time to figure things out.”
That had him standing up. “You’d do that for me?”
I nodded that I would.
“Why?”
I sighed and wondered the same thing myself. It was hard to say really. There were many reasons, but only one resonated so loudly.
“Because I love you Frank and I always will. I’d rather see you on the run, then here in jail.”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear that?”’
“Well that’s the last time you will. I know you’re going to go. I’ll deal with the blowback.”
“No, if I still have a chance with you, I’ll stay here and see it through. I’ll get some time, but not too much. I’ll be out before you know it.”
“Really?” Why did I melt when I heard that?
“Yes, I’ve always loved you. That was the problem. You scared me, but life without you is far worse than a little fear.”
“What about the blonde skank?”
“She was there, pawing on me and I finally had to tell her off. You know that I don’t want any of them. They aren’t you and you’re the only one that I want.”
I started to say something several times, but I wasn’t sure what it was. How did I describe how I felt inside?
“Come here?”
“What?”
“Just come here and stop being so hard headed.”
I moved forward, and he pulled me to him, kissing me through the bars. It wasn’t as romantic and free as I would have hoped, but it was what I needed. This man made me feel brand new and damn if I could fight it. I just couldn’t.
Frank
Two Years Later
I was nervous, rolling out of the gates of the jail. It had been almost twenty-two months since I went in and I was finally out. I took a plea down to a lesser time and watched my P’s and Q’s when I was in jail. I was out early for good behavior and I was ready to get home. A lot of things had happened since I left and though I never wanted to go to jail and I’d wanted to prolong it as much as possible, when we found out that Gemma was pregnant, there was nothing to do but get it done and over with. My thinking was that maybe Cassandra wouldn’t remember.
I hadn’t seen her since she was born, not wanting Gemma to take her to the jail and today was the day. I don’t know if I was more worried to see her or to see Gemma. Either way, I was nervous as hell and when the sun finally hit me, I shielded my eyes and looked out into the parking lot. I saw Gemma and she was holding our daughter.
Walking up to them, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Everything that I wanted was right there and I knew that Gemma would wait for me. We had a lot to do and a lot of good times ahead of us, I was sure of it. Promises to them both included that I would keep my nose clean and never go to jail again. I meant it too. I’d pick Gemma and Cassandra over and over again. It was hard to stay clean in jail, but I had and now I was out.
Gemma hugged me as I got closer and I could see our daughter was eyeing me.
“This is your daddy, Cassie.”
She looked at me and I had to wonder what was going through her mind. Her eyes were so expressive, and I wanted to hold her, but I didn’t want to scare her. She already looked so much like her mother and she had had my eyes. She was perfect and when she reached for me, my heart couldn’t take anymore.
I was not a man of emotions, not usually, but there was something about the way she said daddy and looked up at me. I knew then that I was just as in love with her as I was with Gemma.
“She’s perfect.”
She looked at me as if she knew. Of course, she did.
“You ready to get out of here?”
I was, but I wanted to hold Cassie for another moment before we put her into the back seat. There was a lot that was going through my head and I knew that there was a long road ahead of us, but as long as I had my girls, I knew that everything was going to be okay. I was sure of it for some reason.
Gemma put the baby up and she got into drive. I didn’t have my license at the time. It was just one of many things that had to be fixed, but I was going to take it one night at a time. Tonight, I had my mind on something that we hadn’t done in a long time. I was ready for Gemma, more than ready and at the moment, it was the only thing that I could think about.
She took my hand as we pulled out of the parking lot and I promised myself that I would never be back.
“Are you ready to go home?”
I nodded that I was. We lived at the cabin now and I was thankful that Gemma was here. I just couldn’t stop looking at her.
“What?”
“Nothing baby. I’ve just missed you so damn much.”
She kissed me again. “I’ve missed you too baby. We both have.”
“She’s finally down for the night.”
“Good. That means that we can have some grown-up time.”
I was back from visiting some family. Gemma had insisted because she knew if I didn’t go, there would be a lot of family here at the cabin and I didn’t want that. It would be hard to get rid of them and I wasn’t trying to see them for long.
Gemma was in the kitchen, washing dishes from dinner and she looked beautiful. I was leaning against the doorframe, just watching her and I knew that if I ever left her again, it was going to be when I was dead. I never wanted to leave her side again. I just couldn’t.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Is my hair all messed up?”
It was. She was being sarcastic because it was in a knot on top of her head. She had this mothering thing down and I was glad that I chose her to be the mother of my daughter. She was perfect and sexier than ever before. Her hips and breasts were a little larger and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
“Yes, but I love it. I love everything about you Gemma.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to the dishes. She was trying to chasten me to keep me off of her, but I thought I’d done pretty good not to ravish her when I saw her in the parking lot. I hadn’t been able to obviously, but now, there was no reason why I couldn’t.
“The dishes can wait.”
Gemma wasn’t going to play, and she turned her back to me and kept on washing dishes. I don’t know why that bothered me as much as it did, but I wasn’t going to be able to wait.
Her back was to me and I moved up against her, making sure she could feel the breath on the back of her neck. I watched her shiver and I loved it even more. Kissing her softly, she turned her head slightly to the other side so that I had better view of her neck and she was inviting me in. My arms wrapped around her and I pulled her up against me. I wanted her to feel how hard I was for her. I was ready in all ways and I
heard the gasp that came from between her lips when she felt how solid I was.
“Are you wet?”
I hadn’t touched her that much, but I knew Gemma and I knew that she was looking forward to this just as much as I was. It was hard not to be ready after waiting so long. Sex had always been something that we did well, and I was trying my best not to let it get to me too much. I wanted to last.
“Yes.”
“Good, because if I don’t get inside of you right now, I think I’m going to lose it. You just had to wear that skirt, didn’t you? You’ve been teasing me all day.”
“I don’t have any panties on either.”
That made me suck in air as I moved a hand to the bottom hem and moved up her leg. I wanted to feel her and sure enough, not a piece of fabric in sight.
“Open your legs a little more.”
“Don’t you want to go to the bedroom?”
“Later, for now I need you right here.”
She trembled against me and she opened her legs up a little bit more to give me access. She wasn’t just a little wet, she was soaked, and I let out a groan. Fuck she felt good and so damn hot. I knew she was going to be tight, choking me out because it had been so long. I couldn’t wait any longer and the skirt came up with another gasp from Gemma. I pushed her forward a little and she grabbed the sink.
“Frank, we shouldn’t…”
Gemma didn’t get to finish the sentence because my hand was on her nub. It was engorged and in need of attention. I couldn’t stop from doing just that, rubbing her back and forth while I unzipped and released myself. I wanted this to be perfect, thinking about every single night I was inside, but I couldn’t wait. Never had it been like this, in the kitchen with her hands wet from the dishwater, but it seemed like the perfect way, our way.
“Frank, please baby.”
I knew what she wanted, and I was thankful that nothing had changed. I slid inside of her as quickly as I could and hissed with the sudden, hot, damp, tightness that surrounded me in its loving embrace.
“Fucking hell.”
She giggled and pushed her ass back against me to grind in. “You feel good baby?”
Gemma was clenching me, suffocating my shaft within her folds. It was too much, and I pulled out to save myself. Pushing back in, she whimpered, and I did it several more times, getting my dick wet with her juices so that I could slide in faster.
Her head went forward, and she started to push off of the sink into me, making each thrust hard enough to jiggle her ass. I bit my lip, watching the show and trying not to lose it too soon. She felt so damn good that I was ready to blow my lid already.
I moved faster, trying to push her over the edge before I was unable to stop myself. She felt so good and I needed the numbing effect of plowing in over and over again to lessen her hold on me. Gemma started to scream out loudly and I loved the way she sounded. It let me know that she was feeling good and it was all that I needed. I knew that she was going to come seconds before she did and covered my cock with her extra juices. The noise level rose, and I continued to batter her insides until I couldn’t anymore.
Pushing deep and pulling her up against me, I filled her with my seed and hoped that it took again. I kissed her neck, her back and then moved her face so that I could half-ass kiss her lips. She tasted so good and I never wanted to let her go.
Finally, I pulled out and she turned around for a proper kiss, her lips as insistent as mine.
“Let’s finish this off in the bedroom Frank. I need to ride you.”
I was already hard again. Gemma was always really good at riding and I was ready for more. It was damn good to be home. Really damn good.
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