Chapter Eleven – Frankie

The journey back down was slower since they walked in their human forms, hand in hand. Her wet clothes slowly dried as the evening breeze blew the scent of heather toward them. She was happy and relaxed, present in the moment. With their plans in place, she could let go of what tomorrow might bring and instead focus on her mate. And Adam was her mate. The disconnect when she first met him, the fear that they were not matched had gone. This evening, spending time with him alone had made her see he was hers and she was his. Forever.

Although the mystery surrounding her heart and his blood transfusion intrigued her. Were they playing host to two other people who had been mates in real life? Was it possible that part of those two people could live on through Frankie and Adam?

Frankie lived in a world where anything was possible. When you had lived through your heart being destroyed, and then given the chance of a new life, you came to believe in dreams and miracles. Especially since, being a shifter, it was harder to find a match. But the doctors had succeeded. And she would be forever grateful.

As they reached Adam’s car, the stars above came out, one by one they twinkled in the inky blue sky.

“The universe is so vast. We’re so small in comparison, a blink of an eye and we’re gone.” Frankie wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck, and he looked up at the stars.

“Isn’t it a comfort to think that there may be part of us that carries on after death? A part of us that remains?” He looked into her eyes, and she focused on him and only him as the sky darkened and the moon appeared above the horizon.

“Don’t we promise each other forever?” Frankie asked. “When we take a mate, we promise forever. That’s what makes shifters so special.”

“Very special.” Adam opened the door of his super sleek car. “And this special lady needs to get out of her damp clothes.”

“I’m going to get your upholstery wet,” Frankie observed as she stood in the cool night air and a shiver passed through her. Maybe shifting in the cold mountain pool wasn’t the best idea, but she’d wanted to feel alive, to feel free. To shake off all the things that held her back and made her scared. Since the virus that took hold of her life and shook her until she nearly died, she’d made an effort to do extraordinary things, and not shy away from life.

“I can dry it.” He placed his hand on her thigh, touching the fabric to see how wet her clothes were. Did he have any idea of the effect he had on her? As their eyes locked together, she got her answer. “Your jeans aren’t soaking wet anymore.” Adam’s voice was a whisper of desire.

“I won’t be needing that bath then.” She glanced at him from under her lashes and then slipped away from him to slide into the passenger seat of his car.

“We can take a shower together, instead.” He rested one arm on the roof of the car and the other on the open car door.

“Or we could skip straight to bed.” Frankie stretched theatrically and yawned. “I am tired.”

“Not too tired, I hope.” Adam bent down and kissed her quickly, before shutting the door and jogging around to the driver’s side. In no time they were crawling down the side of the mountain, his car navigating the sharp corners with ease, and his headlights illuminating their way.

“I love it here.” Frankie rolled the window down a couple of inches and breathed in the scent of pine and damp earth. “This is the perfect place to raise a family.” She turned to face Adam. “I’m not saying yes to kids. I’m just saying...”

“I get it. Look, Frankie, we just need to take one day at a time. See what happens.” He made a face. “Which reminds me, I don’t have any protection.”

“Condoms?” Frankie asked.

“Yes. I don’t sleep around. And I didn’t expect us to... Not tonight.” He looked at her awkwardly.

“Don’t you ever sleep with your hotel guests?” Frankie teased, knowing Adam was too straight-laced for that.

“It would be unprofessional,” he confirmed her suspicions.

She giggled. “So what do we do?”

“I could go to the store,” he offered.

“And have Beverly spreading gossip?” Frankie teased.

“I can live with that. For you.” His eyes darkened with desire, and she longed to tell him to pull the car over to the side of the road so she could undo his zipper and straddle him, and make passionate love to him in his expensive car.

She sighed. Take a chance. Would it be so bad if she did get pregnant? Frankie thought back to her own childhood and the deep ache in her heart that Ruth could never take away. But she had so much she wanted to teach their children. And was it fair to Adam to deny him children of his own? Little people, who would be there to give him comfort and support if she did pass away prematurely?

“Pull over.” Her words were met with a worried glance. “Please.” If they were going to stop, it had to be before they reached a busier road. Making love in a car where people could see them was not something she could do. But here, where no one rarely came...

“Is everything all right?” Adam asked as he turned the steering wheel and maneuvered the car to the side of the road. It didn’t leave much room for anyone to pass if they were in a vehicle, but if another car did come this way then at least Adam would be alerted by the lights.

“Everything is perfect.” She unclipped her seatbelt and leaned over him, brushing against his hard length as she tried to find the lever to slide his seat back.

“Can I help?” His hand covered hers and he guided her to the lever. Together, they pulled it up and he used his feet to push the seat back as far as it would go. “Better?”

“Much.” She sat back in her seat, but he caught her around the waist and pulled her close, his mouth crushing hers. She whimpered against him, her need almost too much and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her core. It was no good, only one thing would ease her need, and that was hidden in his pants.

What about her pants? She really hadn’t thought out the logistics of what she intended.

“Want some help?” he asked as he released her.

She took in a large gulp of air as she sagged back in her seat. “Yes, please.”

He unclipped his seatbelt and reached for her, his hand sliding between her thighs. She gasped as he pinched her clit through the fabric of her jeans, and opened her thighs wider. Adam rubbed his hand along the length of her sex, pressing against her opening. Her nipples hardened, demanding attention. Damn it, her whole body wanted attention.

“Am I reading the signals correctly?” he asked in his matter-of-fact way.

She chuckled before biting down on her bottom lip as he pressed his middle finger against her sex, while his thumb rubbed her clit. “Yes.”

“You know I don’t have protection. Do you want me to...relieve you?” he asked, his voice hoarse with his own need.

“I was thinking of mutual relief.” She placed her hand over his groin and stroked his hard length, feeling him respond.

“In the back seat?” he asked, moving to unzip her jeans and slide his hand inside them. Pushing her panties aside, her stroked her mound, before rubbing his fingers lightly over her clit.

“I’m more of a front seat kind of a girl.” She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, but left her panties on. Hiding her embarrassment, she let her hair fall down over her face as she murmured, “I’ve never done this before.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” Adam said as he helped her take first one foot and then the other out of her jeans. She left them in a heap in the footwell while she tackled the next issue, climbing onto Adam’s lap.

However, her man had ideas of his own and he lifted her up and placed her on his lap. She turned herself to face him, sliding one knee on each side of his thighs, her head close to the ceiling of the car. “This always looks so sexy in movies.”

“It looks incredibly sexy from where I’m sitting.” He hooked his large hand around her neck and pulled her toward him, their mouths crushed together, as she fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and eased his cock out. His breath hissed between his teeth as she stroked her hand up and down his hard length. Up and down, her hand rolled over the head of his cock, and Adam’s hips lifted off the seat as he strained for more.

She wanted to give him everything. What was he thinking when she thought they could live together and squash the need to procreate? That was what life was for. Lifting her bottom up, she moved her panties to one side and guided herself down onto his cock. She paused, the head of his cock brushing her outer lips. For several seconds, she brushed herself against him, until his breathing became jagged.

“Fuck, I’m going to explode.”

She smiled down at him as she kissed him. “What would your bear say about your language?”

“I don’t feel quaint in any way,” he ground out, his hands on her hips as he lifted his hips off the seat, searching for relief.

Slowly, she eased herself down on to him. Adam’s cock entered her, filling her, creating an intoxicating friction as he slid deeper and deeper inside her. Frankie curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, her mouth questing for his as she impaled herself on him. Rocking her body back and forth, she circled her hips, increasing her arousal as she made love to her man. Adam let her take control, his hands cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, sending her arousal into the stratosphere and then out to mingle with the stars.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” he said against her mouth.

“Then don’t.” She flexed her inner muscles, pulsing around his cock.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.” She tipped his head back and looked him in the eye as she rode him to the edge of his climax and then took him over.

His seed pumped into her, filling her with the potential of life. As she came, she understood that she had gone out and conquered her fears, but only now with Adam’s essence filling her did she understand that tonight, she had overcome her biggest fear and let Adam in.