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I could hear my dad already starting in with the water works behind me.
I focused only on Samantha. “If we want this, it can be the start of our family. S’pose we’d probably have to get hitched if it works out that we wanna adopt him—”
“I-I—What’s happening right now?” Samantha’s heart was pounding. The veins in her neck were ticking away to the rhythm of her heartbeat, her eyes moving back and forth between mine. “What are you asking me?”
“Will you be my family? I love you. I don’t ever wanna let you go… Marry me?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
SAMANTHA
“You sure?” Frank asked me. He stepped in front of me, lifting the bottom of my sweater as I looked up at him. “Kinda put you on the spot earlier.”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, raising my arms and tilting my chin up for a kiss. “I’ll marry you.” I’d never wanted anything more.
I was still really nervous about raising a teenager, but Frank believed in me, and I wanted Murphy in our life just as much as he did. He belonged in our lives. I was sure of it. I’d seen it in his eyes that first day at the library. And taking Murphy in was healing a little bit of the abandoned boy in Frank’s soul. It was easy to see the change in him when he smiled, like it came easier to him now. Maybe it had a little something to do with me too.
We’d spent several days in the hospital with Murphy before he’d been released, getting to know him and hanging out so he wasn’t alone, and already, we felt like some kind of family. He loved word puzzles, and we talked endlessly about books. His favorite was The BFG, one of my faves too.
Frank moaned softly, only stopping his kisses to tug my sweater over my head. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I promised as he offered that smile to me, leaning down to kiss my lips again. “Do you think your parents will be comfortable in Jackson?”
“Yeah,” he said, kneeling in front of me. He pulled me down with him, and we were face to face in front of the couch. The flames crackled slowly in the fireplace, warming us. “I’m pretty sure they could tell I needed to be alone with you. Besides, the hotel room I got ’em is pretty fancy. They’ll love it, and we’ll see ’em tomorrow.”
Reaching for me, the glint in his eyes now promised naughty things as he lifted me into his arms and turned, laying me down on the rug in front of the stone hearth. He’d replaced the dead deer above the fireplace with the collage I’d made for him with all the pictures I’d been taking since our first date: selfies he’d grudgingly allowed me to take of us together in his truck on our birthday, a picture of us on our date at Paulo’s, of our barely eaten birthday cake, and pictures of Grum, always with his tongue hanging out. There were candids of Abey and Murphy when we visited him, of the library and Coffee Shot, and of Main Street after the storm. Frank still made a face every time I pulled my phone out for another picture, but when I gave him the framed collage, he was so choked up, he couldn’t speak. It was picture proof of our love.
“This might be our last chance to do this for a while. We’re gonna have a teenager livin’ with us soon. But I promised to make love to you in front of my fire, and when I make a promise, I keep to it.”
“Oh,” I breathed, and he laughed at me.
Lifting my skirt around my waist and bunching it up, he ran his hands up and down my legs, his fingers pressing into the outsides of my thighs and his thumbs inching closer and closer to the ache that had formed between them.
“Goddamn, you are so fuckin’ beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I’m yours?” I asked as he changed his mind and pulled the skirt down and off. My underwear went next, and then his eyes zeroed in between my legs.
“You are,” he whispered, his eyes moving up my body slowly. “Take off your bra.”
I did what he commanded, watching the lust descend over his face when it had been discarded. I was completely naked, my hair spread out beneath me on the floor.
Frank licked his lips, like he was starving. “Spread your legs for me.”
Bending my knees, I opened them slowly, exposing myself to him, and he clutched a hand to his bare chest. I’d never felt so beautiful.
But he was still wearing his jeans. “Get rid of those,” I said, reaching up to finger his fly. “Let me see you too.”
A sly smile lifted his lips. “Yes, ma’am.” He stood, unzipping his jeans, and he pushed them down.
I watched as the bulge beneath appeared. My heart was hammering against my ribs inside my chest. His boxer briefs came off next, and I was reeling just looking at his body. I’d never seen anything bigger or stronger or more beautiful, and I’d never met anyone more capable of love.
He was beautiful everywhere I looked, and suddenly, I wasn’t on my back anymore. I scrambled up on my knees in front of him, and then his cock was in my mouth, my fingernails digging crescent moons into his ass cheeks as I sucked him down my throat.
“Fuck,” he breathed, and he tangled his hand in my hair, guiding me gently as he pumped slowly into my mouth. “Samantha,” he whispered, and I looked up, loving how his eyes closed in pleasure and his head fell back on his shoulders. All that graying chest hair turned me on like nothing else could. Well, other than the muscles beneath. But then he spoke, and I was flat-out done for. “Oh,” he breathed. “Good girl.”
Those two words were my undoing, no matter when he said them, and they made me wild.
But they made him wild too.
