Skin Walkers: Baymac

by Susan Bliler

  As if to confirm it, his cock jerked and Grace inhaled sharply.

  “That’s not all though.” He lowered his head and stared at her intently. “I love you, Grace. This whole time I’ve been hoping, wanting, praying for you to be mine.” His eyes narrowed as he pleaded, “Be mine.”

  Tears pooled in her eyes and her heart convulsed with the happiness that seared her. She nodded and swallowed hard.

  Baymac claimed her mouth and it wasn’t like the first time. No, this wasn’t soft and easy. It was demanding, claiming. She claimed him back, twining her arms around his neck and letting her legs fall open. She writhed against him, her wet pussy sliding against him.

  He groaned and then he was sliding into her. She didn’t know if she’d last, because she was already close.

  “This ain’t gonna last long, Angel. Please tell me your close.”

  She wanted to smile, wanted to nod, but as his hips worked against hers, his thick erection filling her, stretching her, all she could manage was a soft mewl against his lips as her pussy fluttered in warning.

  Baymac smoothed a hand up her thigh, lifting her leg higher before he cupped her ass. The friction against her clit was too good. Grace cried out, her body clinging to his as he continued to rut into her, his hips working in feverish thrusts that worked to draw out her orgasm. Her arms and legs tightened around him, and she detonated around him again this time screaming a shocked, “BAYMAC!”

  That was all it took. One more thrust and he erupted inside her, shooting his warm release long and deep into her womb.

  Grace’s body arched and his balls tightened with each convulsing jet that emptied into his mate.

  Baymac claimed her body all through the night and sometime near dawn they lay in each other’s arms, drunk on sleepiness and lust. Grace lay sprawled across his bare chest, her hair fanned out over his shoulder as he drew little circles on the smooth skin of her back.

  Quietly Grace asked, “Mac?” Emotion overwhelmed her because she couldn’t believe this was happening to her…for her! She was trying to hold back happy tears as she nestled into Baymac’s warm embrace, drinking in the masculine scent of him that was all hers now.

  In the dark, Baymac pressed his lips to her temple and squeezed her tight. “Woman, I’m gonna love you like you’ve never been loved. Quit worrying.”

  The tears she’d been holding back fell from her eyes yet she continued to smile through the emotion. “It’s like Pat Benatar says.” She sniffed, “Yeah, my good buddy, Patricia, says, ‘Just when you think you’ve got it down. Your heart securely tied and bound, they whisper promises in the dark.”

  “Ain’t promises, woman. Promises can be broken, but not this. Never this.” He pulled back and bowed his body to press his forehead to hers. “I Baymac Southon, take you, Grace Rowland, to be my friend, my lover, the mother of my children, my wife, my mate…my Angel. I will be your strength in times of weakness, your want in times of need, your joy in times of sorrow. I will sacrifice my health, my triumph, my hopes, and my desires to put your needs ahead of my own. I promise to cherish and respect you, to care for you, and protect your life and lives of our children with my very own. I vow to comfort and encourage you, to guard and keep you, and to love you until my time on this earth ends.”

  She was crying in earnest now. “Me too,” she clutched at his chest. “Me too, Mac.”

  Chapter 27

  Baymac woke alone in bed. It was odd. He was an extremely light sleeper and his protective instincts were still on high alert where Grace was concerned because he’d only just claimed her. She’d had to have worked extremely hard to sneak out of bed without waking him.

  Sitting up, he flared his nostrils and scanned the room. The space was empty, but Grace’s scent lingered. It was sweet and earthy full of feminine heat and need. His dick instantly hardened but he ignored it as he rose from the bed and stepped into a pair of black cotton pants that hung low on his lean hips.

  He padded out to the living room and Grace was there pacing in front of the empty hearth. The room felt cold and the scent of her dread slammed into him, halting his footsteps. “Grace? What’s wrong?”

  “I know it’s Christmas eve, but I can’t wait another day.” She shoved a little bag toward him. “Merry Christmas, Baymac.”

  Something about the way her voice quivered and her hands shook had fear snaking through him. His nostrils flared and he scented her anxiety. Whatever she was giving him, she was worried about.

  Dipping his eyes to the bag, he grinned when he saw more knitted material inside. It was the same puke green color that matched his scarf. At first he thought maybe she’d made him a hat to go with Wilson, but when he pulled out the present, he stared at it puzzled.

  At first confusion clouded Baymac’s eyes before she saw realization dawn. Speared brows slowly inched upward and tightened eyes slowly rounded. His eyes shot from the item in his hand and collided with hers. “Grace?”

  Grinning, she nodded slowly as butterflies flitted into a crazy frenzy in her belly. She couldn’t quite gauge his reaction yet, and the longer it took, the more nervous she grew. Finally, Baymac blinked rapidly and she was on the verge of screaming with the need to know how he felt, but when his face fell she inhaled sharply and recoiled as if she’d been slapped. He’s not happy! And that hurt her more than anything Otto had ever done to her.

  Grace took a step back, but then Baymac’s hands shot out and caught her hip. He pulled her to him, bowing his big body to curl around hers as he buried his face in her neck. She wasn’t even breathing now, holding her breath, arms suspended and not touching him, waiting to see what this meant. When Baymac’s shoulders shook and he hugged her up tight, relief crashed over her so fully that she broke too and started sobbing, throwing her arms around him she clung to him as tightly as he clung to her. “B-Baymac?” she cried. “Is this… Is this happy?”

  His head jerked up and down against her skin, and she was the happiest woman on the face of the earth. He was happy! The knitted baby booties fisted in his hand as he hugged her up tight and she hugged him back. They stayed like that, bodies shaking with their happiness as they shared it with each other.

  After long minutes, Baymac dropped onto his butt and pulled her down into his lap. He unfolded his hand and stared at the puke green booties. “We’re gonna match.”

  Grace nodded.

  He sniffed hard and brushed her hair back from her face before pressing his lips to her forehead and swiping at his own cheeks. “Woman,” he growled against her skin, but there was no venom in his words. “What are you doing to me? I used to be strong, you know. Made of iron.”

  “Having a baby is only going to make you stronger.”

  “Yeah,” he snorted a laugh and sniffed again. “How you figure?”

  “You know how you’re all crazy protective of me?”

  He nodded.

  “Now imagine a smaller me with zero capability of defending or caring for itself. A little tiny me that looks at you like you’re the most significant thing in the universe, cause that’s what you’ll be to our baby.”

  Holy shit! And didn’t that feel like a nut punch. With her words, his protective instincts surged to the fore and he was already getting crazy, snarly, defensive about a baby that wasn’t even here yet. His eyes dipped to her belly and worry seized him. “You can’t ever leave the cabin again!”

  “Baymac!” she laughed and slapped his chest and he wasn’t exactly sure how to tell her he wasn’t kidding. Seriously! Anything could happen. Any-thing! What if she fell? What if someone around her was sick? What if there was an earthquake, a volcano? Christ, a comet could be hurtling toward earth right now and….

  “Easy!” she gripped his cheeks and pressed her forehead to his before he even realized a constant rolling growl was rattling his chest. “Breathe, Mac. Just breathe.”

  But how was he supposed to do that? There was so much preparation to be done to make sure everything would be safe when the baby arriv
ed. For a minute he considered taking her to Commander Conn Drago’s underground bunker until the baby was born, but her bubbling laughter pulled him from his thoughts.

  “It’s going to be alright, baby. We’ll take it one day at a time.” She looked deep into his eyes, “Okay?”

  He nodded but had to ask. “You’re sure? One hundred percent?”

  “I’ve been ill since the day of the wreck. At first I thought it was the accident, then nerves, and then you said your claiming would make me queasy, but then I realized I was late. She shrugged her shoulders up to her ears. “I went and saw Jenny while you were asleep. It’s confirmed. One hundred percent.”

  Standing, he grabbed her under the arms and lifted her into the air, beaming up at her as he spun them in slow circles, Grace’s hands resting on his shoulders. “Squishy, little, lyric memorizing, Grace of my heart is giving me a child.”

  She nodded. “You scared?”

  Fuck yes! “Hell no!”

  ***

  Christmas morning came, and when Grace’s eyes fluttered open, Baymac was leaning over her watching her comfortably as if he’d been doing it for hours. They’d made love long into the night in what he called celebratory sex. It had been divine.

  “Morning, my love.” She reached up and cupped his cheek.

  Baymac turned his head and kissed her palm. “Morning, Angel,” he murmured. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake. I got you a present. RedKnife helped me bring it in early this morning while you slept.”

  “Nothing can be better than what you’ve already given me, Baymac.” He shook his head with a grin. “Wrong.” Dipping his eyes to the halo around her throat he beamed, “That was just as much for me as it was for you.” He eased up off the bed and grabbed Grace’s hand, pulling her with him. “But this gift is one hundred percent yours.” He led her out of the room and stalled in the hallway. Going on gut instinct, he covered her eyes. He knew his Grace believed in the spirit of the holiday and he wanted to keep that alive in her.

  “What are you doing?” she beamed excitedly as his large hands settled over her face blocking her view as her eyelashes tickled his palms.

  “Suspense,” he breathed at her ear. His grin widened when she shivered. “It’s all about the build-up, Angel.” Then he was walking, his solid body firm behind hers as he guided her into the main room of his cabin. He studied the space like he was seeing it for the first time, trying to view it how Grace would in mere seconds and he prayed she approved.

  He’d erected a tree like the one they’d seen at Kris and Mary Clay’s cabin. He’d even borrowed their pine bough idea and strung them up around the perimeter of the cabin, mingled with twinkling Christmas lights that shone brightly off Grace’s prize.

  Stepping to the side, he was about to reveal his gift to her when he stilled a moment, realization slamming into him at all that she had given him. This! This was what she loved about Christmas. He could finally see the spirit of the holiday the way she did. It was about gifting moments, hours, lifetimes of happiness to those people that you loved, and right now he was so damn excited to see her delight at her gift that his hands were starting to shake. God, he loved this woman.

  Slowly, he peeled his hands from her eyes and waited. First there was a flutter of sooty lashes and then a genuine blink and then her eyes were focusing. Her mouth fell open and all expression left her face. In the space of one blink of the Christmas lights on the tree her face went from shocked to delighted to overwhelmed and then tears were flooding her eyes.

  “A…a piano,” she breathed reverently as she stepped forward and ran her hands over the glossy black surface tentatively as if it were an apparition that would fade on contact. Her head whipped around and that huge smile was back as she asked in disbelief, “You got me a piano?”

  Prouder than he’d ever been, Baymac nodded, feeling like a dope because he couldn’t shake the damn smile that split his face.

  “Oh my God!” Grace dropped onto the bench seat and ghosted her fingers over the keys before looking up at him. “You got me a piano! Baymac! Can I play it?”

  “Hell yeah, Angel!” He sat on the bench too, his body facing opposite hers as he bumped her shoulder. “It’s yours! You play it any damn time you want. Day or night.” He thought for sure she’d tease him about playing anytime, but nope. She was staring at the piano keys now as if they were old friends she hadn’t seen in a hundred years. One finger hit a key and it sounded ghostly in the cabin, sending chills blasting up his arms. She kept hitting that same key, but there was a pattern to her timing. She hit another key and then another until her other hand lifted and started working a steady rhythm and then both hands were working simultaneously. The most hauntingly beautiful sound came from the instrument and Baymac sat up straighter, his inner beasts suddenly brushing just beneath his skin as they strained to get closer to the sound. Grace kept playing and he turned to stare at her in accusatory awe. This! She’d been hiding this from the world? Looking over his shoulder, he turned to watch her hands as they flew across the keys faster and more elegantly than he could have ever imagined possible.

  Drawing a deep breath in through his nose, Baymac let his head fall back and his eyes closed as he drank in the scent of his mate. His ears adoring the music she was creating. He leaned his shoulder into hers again just to have the feel of her against him as what was in her heart poured out through her fingers and filled his ears. This! This right here, right now was fucking happiness! It was a happiness he wasn’t sure he deserved, but he knew for a fact Grace deserved it and he’d do whatever he could to keep this going, to keep her going, to keep them going. She was his world and as long as she was willing to gift him with the power and light of her beautiful soul, he was gonna accept what she was giving because she was right. His Grace was fucking magic and she’d made him a believer. His chest swelled with love and his throat convulsed as he attempted to swallow down his emotion. This! This was happiness.

  She smiled that beaming smile that made his insides feel wobbly. “A piano, your halo, our baby.” Moisture rimmed her eyes. “You’ve given me the best three gifts anyone could hope for.”

  “Four.” He turned and straddled the bench, pulling her into his body and holding her tight.

  “Four.”

  “You forgot my heart. It’s all yours too.”

  She craned her neck up to kiss him softly before breathing against his lips, “Grace wins every time.”

  “Yes,” he smiled back unabashedly, plucking at her lips with his own. “Yes, Grace does.”

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  My pack territory is in Central Montana, between Stone Crow Estates and the North Fortress. Born and raised in an untamed location that bridges the gap between rolling prairies and majestic mountain peaks, I am born to a family that also bridges the gap between cultures. My father’s people boast a fiercely proud Scottish ancestry while my mother’s tribes descend from two savagely beautiful and unique nations (White Clay and Nakoda) that inspire my Skin Walker series.

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