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Leaving her on the bed, he went into the attached bathroom. After washing his hands, he ran a washcloth under warm water and brought it back to the bed. Cleaning between her legs, he smiled at her fluttering eyelids, too heavy to stay open.
“Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
He had done what he promised—shut off her brain, turned off the emotion and grief, and had her just feeling. Feeling him mastering her body until he wrung out back-to-back orgasms.
Smiling, he pulled the shorts back over her hips, then rose above her and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead.
She was fast asleep.
Frankie
It was quiet, eerily quiet. She could hear birds chirping in the distance, but the lack of city noise was her first reminder things were different. The snoring man next to her was the second. Opening her eye slightly, she peeked at him, and the memories of the night before rushed back to her.
Of course, she wouldn’t marry him. She said those words under coercion while he was withholding an orgasm from her… and oh, what an orgasm it was. No,theywere. She hadn’t known her body could feel that way.
The reason she was lying here next to a stranger hit her like an asteroid crashing to Earth. The few seconds of peaceful ignorance were gone, and grief reappeared. A dark, aching, overwhelming sense of loss flooded her. There wasn’t an orgasm on the planet that could take away the depth of her emptiness.
She edged out of bed, so she didn’t wake Shane, and quietly padded to the bathroom. She peed, then went back into the bedroom and looked around. She needed more clothes than what she was wearing. Seeing nothing out in the open, she gave up on that idea. Crouching low, she made her way to his side of the bed, where his phone was plugged into the charger. Swiping it, she tucked it into her palm before moving toward the door.
The silence caused her to pause. Had he woken? Palms sweating, she turned to check. No, he was still asleep and had rolled over to his side. Letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, she crept to the bedroom door.
She made it out of the bedroom, down the hall, and out of the front room unnoticed. Slipping on her shoes, she quietly sashayed out the back door. Her heart pounded in her ears as she ran down the driveway. Making it to the end, she slowed to a walk when she turned onto the main road. She had gotten this far; surely, she would be okay. Once she got to the end of the road, she would call a rideshare and hide out until it arrived.
She was just about there when she heard tires crunching on the gravel behind her. Taking off running, she was surprised by the footsteps that were quick to catch up with her. Snatching her arm and spinning her around, she was facing a furious Shane.
“Where the hell do you think you are going, little girl?” Hands fisted on his hips, his glare sent shivers down her spine.
“Home.” She faced him head on. “And you can’t stop me.” Maybe those were the wrong words to say to an angry giant.
“Oh? I can’t, can’t I?” He stalked to her, staring down at her, nose to nose.
“No!” She crossed her arms over her chest and stared back. “If I want to go home, then I’m going to go home.”
“You are trying my patience, little girl.”
“I don’t care what I’m trying. Just leave me alone.” Her words held bravado, but inside, she was trembling. Before she lost the courage, she sidestepped the obstacle in her way and restarted her journey.
Oomph.
The air was knocked out of her when her stomach came in contact with his shoulder. It took her a second to realize he was walking, with her over his shoulder, back toward the house.
Kicking his front while pounding his back with her fist, she made it hard for him. She wasn’t a short girl by any stretch of the imagination.
“Put me down, damnit!”
He headed toward the truck with a grinning Brad behind the wheel.
“I said, put me down, now!” She kicked harder.
“Stop”—he swatted her butt—“kicking me.”
Hiding the wince by burying her face in his shoulder, she did the next most reasonable thing a woman being carried against her will to a truck she didn’t want to be in would do—she bit him… hard. Frankie was an easy-going person, but kill her entire family, kidnap and spank her, and you got an entirely different woman.
The volley of swats that rained down on her upper thighs had her releasing the flesh between her teeth.
“You will pay for that,” he gritted out, depositing her less than gracefully in the backseat of the truck before getting in next to her and slamming the door.
Brad’s chuckle filled the air as he gunned it back down his driveway to the cabin. Frankie found absolutely no humor in the situation.
