Chapter Twenty-Two
Amie knew that asking to go on a walk was probably the last thing Frank wanted, but she’d had so limited time just him and her. And she really wanted to talk to him about their son. He needed to know.
“Sure,” he said and left her at the front door before coming back a few moments later.
She glanced at the blanket under his arm and smiled. “A blanket?”
He shrugged. “I figured we could watch the stars or something.”
God. Frank was such a good man. She’d loved him from the very moment she’d laid eyes on him, and now here he was, being that amazing man all over again.
They walked down to the park. He laid out the blanket and for a little while they lay there and just stared up at the sky.
“I stopped doing this after you left me,” he admitted.
She hated that. Hated that she’d stopped him from doing something he’d taught her to love. “Why?”
“It felt wrong to do it without you. This was our thing, remember?”
She sighed, letting the cool breeze run over her skin. “Yeah. You used to tell me all about the stars and I’d sit there acting like I understood.”
He chuckled. “I used to wonder how I got you to be quiet for so long.”
“Smart-ass! I’ve seen some really active children running around here.” She laughed. “It’s a wonder how any parent gets anything done in this town.”
Frank was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. I guess they like their kids.”
“Oh, and you don’t? What, don’t you want kids of your own?” Her heart tripped at the base of her throat. She’d tried to throw the question in casually so she could re-direct the conversation to their son.
“No, not really.” His answer caught her off guard. He didn’t want kids. No children meant she didn’t even need to discuss French fry with him just yet. Not when Frank was clearly not open to the idea of kids. Maybe she could work him into changing his mind.
“Frank, I have to tell you something―”
“Hey, guys,” someone called out to them.
They flipped onto their stomachs and glanced up at the some of the ladies from the party.
“How’s it going?” Frank asked.
“Great! Frank,” Cheryl said with a smile, “we are just loving the changes Amie has brought to our town.”
“She really has given the town a new, updated outlook.” Sherri grinned. “We love having her here.”
Amie was left speechless. No one had ever spoken like that of her, to anyone. She smiled and waved as the women left, her mind busy with the wonderful things they’d said.
“Ready to go back?”
She met Frank’s gaze and realized it was time to stop hiding behind her uncle. He wasn’t going to control her any longer. She wanted Frank and she’d have him. They’d figure something out about their son. Not like her baby boy was going anywhere now. He was her heart and Frank would learn to love their son or she’d have to go on as she was, without him in her life again.
They raced back to the house, rushing up the stairs to his room and tossing the door closed behind them.
He kissed her. Deep. Hard. Hungry. Every brush of his lips melted more of her willpower and any thoughts of stopping. Clothes came off in the time it took her to take a breath, and then his body was over hers on the bed, his lips branding her as his.
That all-consuming kiss lasted but a short moment before he moved to her chest. Her gasp of pleasure as his mouth encased her nipple was loud. She didn’t care. She could only feel at that point. Feel his tongue flicking back and forth over her hard little tip while his hand molded the flesh of her other breast in his grasp.
When he sucked hard on her nipple, she swore lights exploded behind her lids. Her body shook. She couldn’t stop the rocking of her hips, searching for his cock to enter her. To fill her. Another full-body shiver, and his dick slipped to the entrance of her sex. That didn’t last.
With every moan out of her lips, he moved farther down her body, until he was lying between her thighs. She dug her nails into the bedding and glanced down, past her quivering belly to meet his golden stare.
“You and me, babe.” His look turned possessive. She groaned. “There’s no going back after this.”
“God, yes!”
He licked at her clit, slowly, lazily. A harsh whimper tore from her throat. “Frank . . . I really need to talk to you about something.”
“Just give me a sec, love.”
Another slow lick and she groaned, gripped his short hair in her fists, and pushed him into her crotch. Maybe later. “You need to get a move on. If you don’t hurry up I’m going to start giving orders.”
He gave a soft growl that sounded like a chuckle. “So what are you telling me?”
“Make me come. Do it now, do it fast, and please don’t make me wait any longer.”
He licked at her clit in quick flicks. Her muscles tensed in expectation.
“Oh, god!” she choked out.
His hot breath caressed her folds as he swiped his tongue repeatedly over her pussy and drove it into her channel. It was unlike anything she’d felt before. She rocked repeatedly, wiggling her hips over his lips. Her blood burned, firing each of her cells.
She couldn’t form a coherent sentence if her life depended on it. In a second or two, Frank would lick her to the point that she’d scream and come and then she’d lose herself in the moment. She needed that so badly.
He shoved his face in her pussy, burying his tongue in her.
“Oh, fuck!”
He fucked her pussy with his tongue. Every single thrust was a dream, slick, erotic, hot. Harsh breaths pounded out of her lips. She came apart with a single one of his growls. Tension snapped inside her, rushing air out of her lungs and leaving her breathless. A quick explosion of bliss and her body filled with joy as she rode the pleasure wave.
She screamed his name. Oh, so loud. She shook down to her core. Her legs felt liquefied and oxygen fought its way into her lungs. She tried hard to stay aware of what was happening but it was hard. Especially when she knew there was more coming. A lot more. He crawled up her body, kissing her with lips that still held the taste of her own climax.
He slipped into her pussy in a quick, hard drive. A rush of pleasure tore a scream from her lips. He felt so good inside her. So perfect. She dug her nails into his slick shoulders and panted. She tugged his head down for a kiss, raking her nails into his short hair and clutching the strands at the back of his head.
The world ceased to exist. She curled her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at the small of his back. His body turned into a fine-tuned machine bent on breaking her and pulling every last orgasm from her body. She clung to him, letting him own her with each thrust. Her body no longer hers but his now.
They kissed in a fiery blaze that heated her already scorching flesh. Nothing but the feel of his tongue delving deep into her mouth at the same time he filled her with his cock. He slipped a hand between their sweaty bodies and rubbed circles over her swollen clit. She tore away from the kiss with a moan.
“Christ, Frank!”
He swiped his cool wet tongue over her neck, rubbing over her harsh beating pulse. “Let go, baby.”
One tap on her clit and she came apart. A scream flew from her lips as her back arched off the bed. Her body vibrated with each new wave of pleasure flooding her core.
Taking choppy breaths, she opened her eyes to meet his bright ones. With his cock still rock hard, he pulled out of her. In the moment it took her to gasp, she was on her stomach with him lifting her ass high in the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see him clenching his jaw.
“Stay this way, baby,” he said with his voice low, rough. “I need to be inside you.”
God, she needed him inside her, too. Again. Again. She’d never tire of him being in her, filling her. Digging her nails into the sheets, she leaned down and waited. He slid his hands down her back, kissed her cheeks, and a moment later pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. His thick shaft stretched her as he took her in a quick thrust.
“Oh!” She whimpered low. Tension wound into a tight ball of need in her core. It shocked her how quickly she was ready to come. He drove forth and pulled back. Each slide slickening her pussy. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her in place. Another thrust. Harder now.
“Yes! God, that feels good.”
Her words seemed to propel him into increasing his speed. All she could do was enjoy the ride. His cock rubbed her pussy walls in a friction she’d pay to feel forever. A shiver raced down her spine, sparking never-used pleasure cells to life. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock.
“Fuck!”
He dropped to all fours behind her, not once missing a beat. He continued in a rapid pace that increased the sizzle in her blood with each glide. She was lost to the sensations. Lost to how close she was to flying.
Then he rubbed her super-sensitized clit in quick flicks and sent her soaring.
“Oh. My. God!”
She became lost in the moment. In the fire and the waves of joy. Adrenaline filled her veins and gave her an almost giddy sensation she couldn’t push away. It grew with every contraction around his cock. His teeth scraped the back of her shoulder in a bite that only enhanced her orgasm. His thrusts stopped suddenly, his body tensed, and then he growled. His hand bit into her hip, his nails digging into her flesh hard enough to leave wounds.
“You’re mine, Amie. There was never any doubt. Always mine.”
His orgasm shook him hard enough that she felt it when he plastered his chest to her back. The bite turned painful enough to make her scream louder as he filled her with his seed. For long moments she continued to have aftershocks of mini orgasms. To her pleasure, he continued to jerk in her channel. Her pussy squeezed at his cock, not willing to give up a single drop of his cum.