Page 11 of Behemoth

Turning, not realizing how close he is standing to me, I have to reach out a hand to his chest. A chest that is hard as a rock. My lady parts start to tingle. It has been so long since I touched a man let alone was with one intimately; it’s playing havoc on my senses.

Needing a minute to catch my breath, I go around this hunk of man and work on the flowers. Tingles run up my back, letting me know someone is watching me. I turn to see Francis leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. I catch his eye, giving him a shy smile. One minute he is in the doorway, the next he is right in front of me, his arms caging me in against the countertop.

"Grace, you look...goddamn…gorgeous. You take my breath away, darlin’."

He doesn't say anything else but looks intently at me. His eyes are full of emotion and desire, which makes my heart beat a bit faster. What is wrong with me? It isn't like I don't see good-looking men at the clinic, for God's sake. As I'm trying to get myself under control, his hand comes up and his finger traces my hairline to my ear, pushing my hair behind it. Then his finger rolls over my lips softly. The callous on his fingertip feels awesome on my skin, and I let out a soft moan. Immediately his eyes shoot to mine. I see the same intensity in his, as I am sure he sees in mine.

There is so much chemistry between us; it is combustible, has been every time we have met at the hospital for a quick bite, but that was in public, now it is private. He leans into me and lightly touches his lips to mine for just a second. When he pulls away my lips follow, as I don’t want him to stop. He moves back, but his hands stay where they are.

"Grace, would you be upset if I asked Damien to come with us tonight? Since we both work tomorrow, it’s going to be an early night, and I don't want him to feel left out. Don't get me wrong, I want to spend time with you, darlin’, but I kind of need Damien's okay, since he is the man in your life. You okay with that?”

I feel my heart blossom at his words. God, he is such a treasure. And as crazy as it sounds, again I feel like he can read my thoughts and desires. All I can do is nod my head. Francis gives my hands at my sides a squeeze, and then he turns and goes looking for Damien. I hear him ask my son if he is interested in joining us for dinner.

From the loud burst of joy Damien shouts out, I assume he is letting Francis know that he would indeed like to go out with us.

With that part handled, I reach for the phone to let Donna know she is off the hook for tonight.

Dinner went just fine. Watching Francis and Damien together my heart melted. Francis was patient and allowed Damien to just be himself. And my son seemed fascinated with Francis. He had a ton of questions for him, who I’m shocked answered each and every one, even the ones which were a bit intrusive.

After arriving back to my house, Damien got ready for bed and then asked Francis if he could show him his room before he went to sleep. They were in there for quite a bit of time before my son came out to say goodnight. He then fist bumped with Francis than thanked him for the books he brought him. Then he gave me a kiss and headed to his room. My eyes were on him until I lost sight, then I turned to Francis.

“Would you like to stay for a bit? I can offer you beer, wine, soda, or water.”

He smiles my way and takes a seat on my couch. Stretching his arms to the back of it, he seems to make himself at home.

“Sure, darlin’, I can go for a bottled water. Ate too much tonight, full as can be. Would love to continue our conversation from dinner. Loved hearing about how you single handedly put yourself through school while holding down a job, then graduated and found a position at the hospital, and bought this little house for Damien and you. Please, grab some waters and take a load off.”

I smile in his general direction and walk to the fridge, grabbing the waters and doing exactly what Francis said…taking a load off and spending some time further getting to know him.

CHAPTER TEN

Grace

Since that ‘first family date,' as I call it, whenever they can Francis and Damien are together. Watching them makes my heart happy. Yeah, I can admit my error in thinking all bikers are like Wrecker and his club.

Francis is nothing like Damien's biological father. He actually treats Damien like he’s his own child. And Damien is blossoming from all the male attention. It’s like Francis is straight out of my head. Feels like he reads my thoughts constantly because he is truly my dream man come true. My son finally has a wonderful role model and I can’t tell who is enjoying themselves more, Damien or Francis.

The last couple of weeks have been extremely hectic with work, the clinic, Francis’ shifts at the firehouse, and the obligations he has with the Grimm Wolves MC. If I am being honest, his club still scares me a bit, seeing the only other one I know is Wrecker's, and they are insane. Before Francis takes Damien and me to his club, he wants to build on what we have. I totally get it. Neither of our lives have been what I would classify as normal, so we are trying to find our way. And I like that he wants to spend quality time with just us.

As I drive home from the hospital, I think about the text I received earlier today. Francis isn't on shift at the firehouse, so he asked if he could pick up Damien and take him to the park. They love running around, playing ball, and eating ice cream after. He always texts me first to see if it is okay so I can explain it to Donna, the sitter I have watching Damien. She isn’t a fan of Francis, or she was until he stopped by late one night as she was leaving. When she saw his kutte with the club name across the back, she became very cold toward him, almost hostile and rude. We spoke about it and even though I totally understand her concern, Donna said she didn’t want to see me make the same mistake twice. Donna knows who Damien's father is and she hates him, never hiding that fact except from my son. Damien is young and naïve, and as not to hurt him we don't speak about Wrecker that often. He knows he is not coming back but doesn't know he is in prison. Maybe when he is older I will tell him, but I want him to enjoy being as normal of a kid as he can. Donna’s attitude toward Francis surprised me at first, but just like Francis, he is slowly bringing her around with just being himself.

Realizing I have some time to myself, I decide to stop at the grocery store to pick up a couple of things. My boys will be hungry when they get home. Just that thought brings a smile to my face. I've never had this and damn it feels so good. To have someone in my life that is on my side, who supports me, is the best. Francis and I haven't had much time alone, usually only after Damien goes to bed; so we are either on the couch making out like teenagers or have even gone into my room for some privacy, just a few times though. I’m not a prude but with my son in the house we’ve only taken it so far. Most of our encounters have taken place if Damien was out with my parents or at Donna’s playing with her fur babies.

We haven't gotten around to doing the deed or having crazy monkey sex yet, unfortunately. But damn does Francis know what he is doing and what I want. Between his kisses, hands, and mouth, I am just about always turned on when he is close to me. My body is constantly humming. I really want him, all of him, but am afraid to push him. I know he is hiding things still, because even though his hands have touched my body, he won't let me do the same, not even under his T-shirt.

Every time I try, he pulls my hands out and manages to distract me. It is frustrating as hell since I’ve seen the scarring there. I saw the scars when I stitched him up, but I think there are some even worse ones he is worried I’ll feel or see.

So he has managed to get me off with his fingers, and hands down, they have to be the best orgasms of my life. He watches me while taking his time, almost like he is reading what my desires are, and gives me exactly what I want. He doesn't rush and never misses where I need him to be. And God does he like to play, like bringing me right to the point of no return, then suddenly slowing down while keeping me turned on. I want to jump his bones, but am not sure enough of myself to attempt that. Wrecker was abusive in many ways, and my self-confidence suffered because of him. Francis tells me constantly how pretty I am, what a good mom I am, and how smart I am. Not to mention how sexy I am. He is definitely good for my confidence and ego.

Lost in my thoughts, pushing the cart through the store, I come to an abrupt stop when someone grabs my cart. When I look up, I gasp as I see some of the Satan's Flaming Marauders MC standing around my cart. Shit, just what I don't need today. Before I can even say anything, the smirks fall from their faces, which pale as they look behind me.

As I turn, I see Francis' brothers from his club walking down the aisle. I know three from when they brought Francis in the emergency room that first day after the fight, I believe their names are Chains, Fury and Bad Dog but the fourth one...I have no idea who he is. He looks really pissed or better yet furious, which literally scares the crap out of me. He is tall, close to Francis’ height, and huge; this guy is ripped. He walks right up to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I look at his kutte and see the patch: President. Damn, this is Brick. Francis and I have spoken about this guy. Francis looks up to him and even considers him like an older brother. He told me Brick took care of him in the early years, helping him to deal with the abuse he suffered as a child. Brick also supports Francis in his dual lifestyle.

"Assholes, you’ve been warned not to come near Grace or her kid. So unless you are here to pick up some ass wipes, can one of ya explain to me why we are seeing you at all?"

"Look, Brick, we were just checking in on Wrecker's family. Our prez explained Wrecker doesn't want anyone with his ol’ lady and kid. Thought that was relayed. No disrespect intended, though."

I can feel the immediate change in all of Francis' brothers. They become more alert and stand taller, shoulders back, ready for anything.

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