Page 47 of Frank's Felon
Frank got that distant look of his when something was bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I hope she’s okay. She returned briefly for Hayden’s farewell party, and then she left again abruptly. She didn’t say much while she was here either. She’s always been on the quiet side, but not like this.”
“You worry about her?”
“She’s pack.”
That said it all. Pack meant everything to Frank, which is why being cut off had hurt him so badly. His roots were here. Even though he had no family left, he had shifters who loved and cared about him. She wished he could see it. Either way, this pack—protecting it—was too engrained in Frank. He’d never leave here in a million years.
The more she understood about what plagued him, the more convinced she became that this is where he belonged. Once he confronted his past, and perhaps his alpha, he’d start to heal, but that could only happen if he remained here. She didn’t want Frank caught in the crossfire when her enemies finally caught up to her. He needed to stay here, reconnect with his pack in a way his soul craved as well as start the family he wanted. He deserved his own little Frankie.
Frank drew a finger over her brow. “You’re thinking too hard, Delilah. I don’t know what it’s about, but you’re frowning, and I don’t like when you frown.”
“You frown, too. A lot.”
“Not when I’m thinking of you.”
“Maybe I wasn’t thinking of you.”
“That’s a separate problem, one I intend to fix,” he said as he swung her over his shoulder.
“Frank! I can walk!”
He headed up the stairs. “If I do this right, you won’t be able to say that in an hour.”
“We’re not having sex in someone else’s house.”
“You didn’t say we’re not having sex. Progress.”
“But––”
He swatted her behind. “Yes, indeed. A lovely butt. Though I prefer the term ass. Has more flare, don’t you think?” He swatted her bottom again just as he set her feet down on the floor in his bedroom.
She poked him in the chest. “You are not in charge here.”
He grabbed her finger and popped it into his mouth where he swirled his tongue around it, giving her too many ideas.
“You play dirty, you know that?” she asked.
He caged her against the wall, leaned in and kissed her. Not the forceful kiss she had come to expect from him, but soft and slow, tender, as if he were relaxed. Or maybe she was the one who was relaxed. All the tension had drained away from her hours ago, from the moment she’d placed her hand in Frank’s.
Delilah wrapped her arms behind his neck and stood up on her toes, giving into the kiss as his hands smoothed their way down her back. For the first time in a long time, she felt free. She had told Frank what she had done, and he hadn’t batted an eye. The shifter understood her; he really understood her, and he accepted her just as she was.
Maybe this could work out with him and she could stay with him. His pack was a walk in the park compared to the pack she’d had. Best of all, she no longer had to worry about Tess. Her sister had a strong mate that cherished and protected her. Delilah could finally let go, and maybe think about herself for a while. That wouldn’t be selfish, would it? It certainly would be nice. Well, not just herself. Frank, too. She liked the idea of thinking about and worrying about him. He certainly wouldn’t let anyone harm her. Ever.
His hand pushed her pants down, and he inhaled deeply. “Want to lick you, Del.”
She nodded her head. He had her stripped and spread out on the bed in seconds. That fully erect cock of his bobbing as he moved toward her had her envisioning some licking of her own. As Frank kissed her inner thighs, sending delicious jolts of fire through her, Delilah caught his eyes. She smiled at him and realized that for the first time in a very long time, she felt safe, loved, and happy. Everyone had accepted her. Tess and Damien were satisfied with the answers she had given, and Frank knew the truth—most of it. She could actually make a life here. With that thought, Delilah laid back and let her shifter unleash one of his finer talents.
Chapter Eleven
FRANK
Frank approached the main gate, the only approach for cars from the state road. Mason was at his side. Five of Frank’s guards stood at the ready, even though the group of four visitors made no hostile moves.
“You smell that?” Mason whispered.
