The dog in question rolled over onto her back, begging for tummy rubs.
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"If I'm outta your league then it's time for me to find a different game." He looked so cool and calm, as solid as a rock. Franki almost
laughed, thinking there should be an ocean crashing around him. "Y'know ... all the things I worried about Inside, I knew I didn't have to worry
about my dog. I knew you'd take care of her, no matter how mad you might be with me for dropping out of sight." Her smile picked up a flirting edge to
it, "And she likes you because she expects only the best in everything."
The dog in question rolled over onto her back, begging for tummy rubs. |
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"I been a called a lot of things, honey, but the best? Yeah. Not so much."
He shakes his head, teases her with a mock-serious narrowing to his eyes ... and she responds well. She runs a hand down his face and just fixes him with a look he wants to take her up on. But there's an underlying sadness in his eyes, a lack of belief in the luck of this draw. He blinks it away. He reaches out a hand but it's not her face he strokes ... it's the curve at the base of her spine, where there's bare skin exposed as she leans over him. He hears it when her breath catches and he blows a soft puff of air across her the side of her neck even as he lets that big hand slide over the swell of her bottom to draw her in a bit tighter. "You got any idea what you do to me, Franki?" I'm just the guy they bring in to scare all the other guys shitless...
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His hands feel wonderful, but it's his eyes that keep her attention. Any thoughts she had of just blowing the moment away with a silly comment fade away in
that fleeting expression. "Let's see ... I drop out of sight ... I get you hurt ... I cause trouble ... " He voice is halting, she can't
quite look at him and she doesn't want to let go, his hands are warm and it feels so good to be close to him. "Bud ... I suck as a girlfriend."
It's something of a shock to realize she'd like to be his girlfriend, to have something more with him than just the occasional fuck.
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Bud puts a finger under her chin and lifts it up until Franki's eyes meet his. He reads the fear of failure, the fear of rejection. He wishes to god he
wasn't injured. He'd pick her up, hold her tight, show her ... but instead he has to use words. He's not always good that way.
"You don't suck as MY girlfriend, beautiful. In fact, you make me very happy as my girlfriend. You know what?" He wipes a little tear away from the corner of her eye. She shakes her head. "I make a pretty good boyfriend. I open doors. I take you out nice places on dates. I even wear a tie when I take you to dinner and dancing. Did you know I can dance?" She fights a smile. He cups her cheek in his hand. "Franki, we got going for us. We just gotta trust in it, I think. I'm willing to try -- my best. How about you, honey? You want to be in love with me?" I'm just the guy they bring in to scare all the other guys shitless...
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Half-unbelieving thoughts ran through Franki's mind. 'He wants me? Really for real? He wants ME? After yesterday, after everything?' She almost
shook her head. Her luck was never that good. Except maybe where Bud White was concerned. He was the only one who seemed to think she was more than a
convenience. And certainly the only one who never used her. And he kept saying the same kind of things, that she was worth something more than what she could
do for him, she was worth something just for being herself. That she deserved a guy who treated her better. She didn't think that. But he did. And
maybe he had something going on that she didn't. And this time, she was going to trust her gut feeling where he was concerned.
"Yeah!" She leans in to snuggle closer, almost laughing out loud, disbelieving and joyous. "Yeah, I wanna be with you, Bud White." Her eyes are bright and warm and she stops to kiss him for a moment. "We're gonna drive each other nuts, and you know what? I don't care. You're the best guy I've ever met and I wanna be with you." She's almost singing it , not caring who overhears her sounding like a lovesick teenager. "Besides, Spooky would never forgive me for passing up a guy who treats her like the princess she is. So you're stuck with me now."
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"And by the way, you really are the best." Her expression is all wide-eyed innocence. For about two seconds. "So ... any chance of getting
out of earshot of Dino and his crew, ya think?" Her fingers are playing with the buttons on his shirt and they start to stray lower while she tries
unsuccessfully to look as though she hasn't been desperately trying to get his clothes off.
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Bud feels his pulse tighten. There's that look in Franki's eyes; that hitch in her voice; the way her tone has shifted to just
this side of indecent. She's fingering his shirt. Her knee slides against the inside of his thigh.
"I think I just heard my nurse tell her patient it was time he got in bed," Bud says softly. His voice is all man, all mystery, all hushed. "Lead the way, Nurse Franki. I promise to be a good patient … and a patient man." Franki's giggles as they shut the bedroom door can no doubt be heard down the hall and all the way to the kitchen. They don't care so much. Not after everything they've been through to get here to this "now." Bud leans back into the door and draws Franki into his body with his good arm. He lowers his face to take her lips. She tastes like a piece of heaven to him. She works his buttons loose; he loves the feel of her little hands tracing over the contours of his chest. She mumbles two words: "the chair." Bud follows the nod of her head. "The chair," he responds, nodding, then taking her hand in his and dragging her urgently across the room toward the overstuffed chair along the wall there. He drops down into it and Franki straddles him. He looks up at her as she looks down at him; his eyes slide nearly shut as she wiggles against his lap. Bud whispers, "Help me out here … you got two good hands to my one. God, I missed you, honey. Missed you so much …" I'm just the guy they bring in to scare all the other guys shitless...
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His voice shakes her. That combination of desire and trust in her is something she can't remember ever experiencing before. She works the zipper carefully,
freeing him. Her hands close lightly on his erection, stroking gently, half-shy. The sudden hiss of breath tells her how sensitized he already is. She kisses
him again, murmurs "Missed you too," before sliding to her knees in front of the chair. A single long inhalation, he even smells good to her, clean
and very male, she urges him forward a little, licks him like he was candy. It's easy to take him in her mouth, size aside. And she plays with him. Not
teasing, just enjoying the way he feels and the way his hand tightens in her hair but he doesn't push. So many guys think they have to push a woman down
onto them, but not him. Her tongue traces over his head and she loves the sound he makes, somewhere between a gasp and a groan.
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In the world where Bud was raised, there were so many different expectations and understandings. It still almost frightens him when a woman drops to her knees
and takes him the way Franki has. There's something about always being told about this sex act as if it's something guys do with hookers -- not
something they'd ever do with their own girl. But girls nowadays got other thoughts about this. And he just has to learn to relax and let them do what they
want.
He watches Franki through eyelids droopy with lust and need. The look she gives him makes his knees shake. When'd he ever merit such a look from a woman like Franki? Mesmerized, he finds himself tracing the outline of her upper lips with his finger. When she pulls away, he slides that lone good hand of his around her forearm and draws her up toward him. If he had two good hands, he'd lift her until she was over him and he'd put ... But he only has the one good hand and it's awaful busy bringing Franki close enough to kiss. So it's up to her to decide what happens next ... I'm just the guy they bring in to scare all the other guys shitless...
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...A hero rises...
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It's easy to want Bud White. Most men, it's not so easy. She's just good at hiding that with a practiced smile and a sway of her rear that makes
them all think what she wants them to think. But Bud never seems to fall for that kind of thing. And the way he looks at her shakes her down to her bones.
Whatever is playing out between them is not just sex, not even 'friends with benefits' which is something Franki has had a few times in her life.
He's such a straightforward guy, she knows that and likes that best about him. Everything he is, is right there on the surface, even when he's naked.
Maybe especially when he's naked. And he kisses her like she was fragile.
"Let me take care of you." And she carefully doesn't think that she might mean more than just sex. It's a big enough chair that she can straddle Bud's lap, long as she's careful. But Bud is not a small man and she needs his good arm around her waist for balance. Doesn't hurt either that it feels good to be held by him. She eases herself onto him slowly, slowly, just enjoying the moment. His size in her, his breath against her skin, his arm around her. Right now, everything is juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust fine. |
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Some time later ...
Franki yawned and stretched languidly before turning to the man beside her. "G'morning, birthday boy. How you feeling this morning?" Bud pried one eye open and tried to glare at her. "M'not awake yet." "Oh, really?" She laughed and wrapped an arm over his chest. "Then I guess I got you trapped." His eyes stayed closed, but a little smile curved up one corner of his mouth. "Trapped huh? Gonna have your wicked way with me? Didn't they warn you about messing with cops?" "I ain't scared of no cops!" "Famous last words," Bud grunted and rolled over, pulling Franki under him and giving her his best threatening glare while she wriggled and laughed and tried to get away. Her laughter echoed down the hallway. "You must be feeling better, big guy. Want some breakfast? I think they got coffee on down there."
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While Bud wanted breakfast, what he'd wanted just then wasn't being served in the kitchen. And by the time he and Franki finally stumbled from the
bedroom, the only thing left over from the others in the house was a bit of coffee. Franki found eggs, toast and other things to make him a hearty scrambled
egg concoction. As they were finishing their feast, Dino popped in to let them know he'd just received word from their confidential and well-placed source
that the threat against Franki had gone on the run.
Bud asked about this confidential source -- who was it? All Dino would do is smile until Bud told him to spill or he'd come after him cast first, which made Dino grin wider. "I do so like you when you're being so sweet and girlish, Bud." Dino shook his head and sighed as he poured himself some coffee. "Can't say who the source is. Just that it's government, though not necessarily our government. And I'd bet my own life on his assessment of the threat -- in fact, I have in the past." Bud glances at Franki, who's jiggling about on the chair she sits on. She seems anxious but not like she's wanting in on the conversation that bad. Just scared, Bud tells himself. He looks at Dino. "And this source says what?" "That Sergei is on the run from some mightly nasty individuals to whom he owes unspecified funds and jewels to. That he's got more on his mind now than revenge that made him target Franki to get some information on whoever he was after. And I think we all know who he was really after. Which makes it interesting, doesn't it?" Bud gives Dino a sour look. "Nope. Not interesting at all that the prick's back." "Come now, Bud. You're no fun anymore." Dino chuckles. Bud gives Franki another little look, this one with a bit of glint in his eye. He's looking at her as he says to Dino, "Oh, I know someone who may think I'm a hell of a lot of fun ..." Shaking his head, Dino puts his hands over his ears. "I don't want to hear it, White. Ever heard of the term TMI? Well, that's where you're heading -- and I'm getting out of here before you do ... See you two some time on the horizon. For now, consider yourselves sprung from jail -- I'll have Gen and Stew drive you home when you're ready." I'm just the guy they bring in to scare all the other guys shitless...
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