Page 24 of Wildcat

As I lie with the love of my life asleep in my arms, it dawns on me, the shit I think it was Panther was talking about: the circle of life. He was so right; we are a perfect example of that. There is so much I’m going to have to do. First item on my list after we have our talk is to reach out to Judy and have a serious chat with her too. Find out options and see how much time she’s going to need from me. My condo, no, townhouse will be my next problem. I need to talk to my siblings and even Frankie’s, see if anyone is looking for a home. My fur babies are in for some changes too. I worry because Buddy and Chloe are getting up in age, though both are healthy. I’m really jumping the gun here. What if my ultimate dream is not Frankie’s? Better slow my ride down, I smile to myself.

As I continue to make my list, something hits me. How quiet it is out here in Bumfuck, Montana. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I mean, for Christ’s sake, I live in New York City. There is always noise, sirens, loud voices talking or shouting, kids playing, and at times even gunfire. Music is a staple of the city as are loud cars and don’t forget motorcycles. I’ve heard some of those noises during the day but once it gets dark here, all you hear is whatever Mother Nature has planned for you and an occasional wild animal or two calling out.

Right before I start to doze, after letting my dick calm down, I say a quick thank you to the powers that be. I never in a million years thought or dreamt I be at this place with this beautiful woman in my arms. Life is a mystery, that’s for fucking sure. My last thought before my brain goes to sleep is how I can’t wait to make Frankie mine again. Though again I’m scared to death because I don’t know how she’ll react. Don’t want to have the conversation on how many men she’s been with either. I just want to see her gorgeous face as she lets go as her body goes limp from an orgasm. Time and time again, until she screams for me to stop. Then I’ll do one more time just to see that look in her eyes and flush on her cheeks.

TWENTY-THREE

‘WILDCAT’

FRANKIE

Something hard is behind me is the thought I have right before I literally jump out of my bed. Something or someone rustles the covers as I’m reaching in my nightside table to grab my gun.

“Frankie. Beautiful, it’s me. Hey, Frankie, it’s Malcolm. Come on, calm down. FRANKIE, IT’S MALCOLM!!!”

The last loud scream gets my attention. Shit, I plop on the side of the bed, dropping my head in my hands. What a fucked-up way to wake up, though I feel pretty rested. I grab my phone to see the time. Holy shit, it’s ten o’clock in the morning, no wonder I’m rested, slept the goddamn day away. I put the phone back on the side table just as I feel the bed depress next to me and Malcolm’s arms wrap around me. I put my head to his chest and take a deep breath of all that is him. The light spattering of hair on his chest with that thin line that goes to the “promised land,” as I used to call it. That brings a tiny smile to my face.

“Morning, Malcolm.”

“Hey, Frankie, you okay?”

“Yeah. I don’t usually have someone in bed with me, so waking up feeling your rock-hard body behind me, it scared the shit out of me, and well, you see how I reacted. Thank God I didn’t get to my gun and shoot you.”

Malcolm just smiles down at me while pulling me even closer, if that’s possible. His heat, hands, and skin wrapped all around me, I can feel my nipples getting hard and my nether land getting wet. Welp, time to move. We need to talk before we do any of that sweaty, hot sex stuff. I hear a sigh, which tells me our minds are at the same place.

“I’m going to start coffee. In the bathroom under the sink are new toothbrushes. Do you want some breakfast? Not sure about you but I’m starving. Did we eat yesterday?”

“Yes, to all of that. Remember, somebody brought in sandwiches, which someone named Momma Diane made?”

“Oh shit, that’s right. And Momma Diane is Tink and Squirt’s mom. Well, yeah, we can get into all of my club drama later. So eggs, bacon, and turkey sausage sound good? And I think there’s still some cut-up fruit in the refrigerator too. I’ll go start everything, come out when you’re ready.”

“Hey, Frankie, this feels not only good but right. Though isn’t usually the guy making the coffee and breakfast? How’d I get so lucky? Go, woman, start the coffee and make me some breakfast. I have spoken, wench.”

Watching Malcolm fake pound on his chest brings a chuckle to my lips. Shit, this is how it could have been all these years. The love, heat, and companionship would have just kept growing between us. I mean, we could have had a toddler already if things hadn’t taken a total shit on us. But we can’t change the past and sure the hell don’t want to drag it with me now in the present. I remember talking to Spirit from the sanctuary. Well, actually, she was walking out of the therapist’s office and I was waiting to go in for a session. Our mutual therapist had to use the ladies’ room so we started talking. Just from the little she revealed she’s, if it’s possible, more fucked up than I am. She’s the one who started talking about trying to leave baggage in the past. That’s when our therapist walked in and congratulated her on listening to what she told her. With that, the curtain dropped and Spirit politely said her goodbyes and left.

In the kitchen as I’m thinking about that accidental meeting, I put that on my list too. Reach out to Spirit and see how she’s doing. I know Shadow has worked with her and told all of us in chapel that if Spirit wanted to become a Devil’s Handmaidens sister, she’d vouch for her. And that is saying a lot. I hear Malcolm moving around in the bedroom, so I pull out cream and grab the sugar jar, placing them on the island. Then I grab two mugs, filling them with fresh coffee. I have bacon and turkey sausages in the frying pans and as I go to grab the fresh eggs from the ranch, someone is knocking on my door. Are you kidding me?

Walking to the door, I peek through the little camera thing and see Shadow. Well shit, didn’t she go back to Panther’s ranch last night? I open the door just as she’s about to pound on it again.

“Morning, Shadow, what has you up and about this morning?”

She says nothing, just pushes her way in, walking directly to the kitchen.

“Is that coffee I’m smelling? Damn, I’d die for a cup about now. Hey, why are there two hot steaming mugs right there on the counter?”

Before I can answer, Malcolm walks out from the bedroom barefoot, jeans unbuttoned and no shirt. He has a towel around his neck and he’s drying his face. Damn, I can’t make this shit up. When Shadow whistles the towel drops immediately, hanging around his neck. Malcolm’s eyes come first to me then to Shadow, when he grimaces. Oh, damn he didn’t.

“What’s the matter, Malcolm, not happy to see my smiling face after you spent the night with my sister Wildcat here? Turn around, want to see if the wildcat left marks from those nails of hers. If not then you weren’t doing it right, ya know, not hitting the right ‘spot.’”

She makes the finger motion when she said spot. I can’t help it, between the smirk on Shadow’s face and the look of disbelief on Malcolm’s I snicker, then snort, and finally start to laugh. Both heads turn to me. I see Shadow’s eyes narrowing, taking it all in, while Malcolm just looks flabbergasted. Then he almost brings me to my knees.

“Fuck, Frankie, never thought I’d hear that ever again. Your laughter can light up a cloudy rainy day.”

Shadow’s head jerks to him, then me. Then she shakes her head. When she starts to sing off-key that is when I smile her way.

“Another one bites the dust. Yeah, yeah, another one bites the dust.”

Malcolm, with a huge grin on his face, joins her and together they serenade me as I cook the bacon and sausage. As I’m making the scrambled eggs, the two of them set the table. As I’m plating the food, Malcolm warms everyone’s coffee as Shadow grabs ketchup and hot sauce from the fridge. We all sit and dig in. Thank God I made more than enough. As I’m shoving eggs in my mouth, it dawns on me.

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