S. Yule - Lycan Redemption

When she strained upward, he growled low in his throat, and she smiled up at him from under half-closed lids.

“Can’t what?” he repeated softly.

“Patrick comes back today.”

He gave a quick upward stroke of his hips, then stilled again.

“And?”

“We can’t let him find out we are sleeping together.” She whimpered when he gave another hard thrust of his hips. “It wouldn’t be right. We aren’t married.”

He stared down into her face and smiled before starting the slow-rhythm thrusting again. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, and he continued to ride her in a mind-blowing dance that made her heartbeat quicken with the flow of pleasure that burned through her. The pressure built, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he made her fly apart.

“Then we better get into town and find someone who can marry us today because I don’t plan to spend one more night of my life without you in my arms.”

“What?” she cried out as he increased the rhythm again.

“You heard me, angel.” His mouth crashed down on hers, and he slammed into her over and over.

“Galen!” she sobbed out in ecstasy.

“That’s it. Say my name, angel. Never forget who makes you feel like this,” he growled and continued pounding into her.

His mouth claimed hers again, and two thrusts of his hard cock later, she was tumbling over the cliff into a free fall. She rushed the ground below, but at the last second, she caught the wind and flew through the air. She soared as the waves of her orgasm hit her with a force that nearly robbed her of breath. Another stroke of his hips, and he yelled out his own release.

His hot seed flooded her in pulses, and her muscles clenched and unclenched in spasms around him, instinctively milking him of every drop. It took her ten minutes after he collapsed beside her and drew her up against him for the fog of her mind to clear and remember what he’d said.

“Married?” she asked.

He only nodded.

“I’ve never been asked,” she said.

She squeaked when he pulled her up to sit at the edge of the bed and sank to the floor on his knees in front of her. He took her hands in his and held them to his chest.

“I love you, Myka. You are the other half of my soul. I have been lost without you. You are everything to me. Nothing in the world would make me happier than if you would become my wife. Please say you’ll marry me?”

She looked down at him. She was humbled that he was naked and on his knees—maybe a little turned on too.

“I want to marry you, Galen, but I would like Patrick to get to know you better first. I’m aware you two already get along well, but I don’t want to throw him into yet another big change after what he’s been through.”

He sighed, stood, then sat beside her before pulling her onto his lap. “I understand, but I won’t wait long. One night without you in my arms is too much, but I don’t want to hurt Patrick either. I would be more than honored if he would look at me as a father one day. I won’t ever try to take Travis’s place. I couldn’t. I don’t know the first thing about being a dad, but I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll be a great dad, Galen.” She smiled up at him before he kissed her.

The ringing of the phone in the other room interrupted their kiss. She wrapped the sheet around her and got up to answer it. She giggled when Galen playfully grabbed for her, then sidestepped him and started for the kitchen. She got it on the fourth ring.

“Hello.”

“This is Betty, Myka.”

“Hey. Is everything okay?” She hadn’t expected a call until later from Betty.

“Yes. Yes, dear. Leroy has a slight fever and sniffles this morning, and I was wondering if you could come pick up Patrick. I hate to send him home so early. He and Leroy have been having a wonderful time, but after Patrick had that fever a couple days ago, I don’t want to risk him getting sick again. Doc was over this morning and said it’s only a cold, but I would feel really bad if Patrick got it.”

“Of course, I’ll come get him. I’m sorry to hear Leroy is under the weather.”

“He’ll be fine in no time, I’m sure. I simply feel horrible about having to cut their visit short.”

“It’s not your fault, Betty. Patrick can see Leroy again next time he visits.”

“Yes. That would be nice.”

“Can I bring you anything?”

“Tom is bringing me some Tylenol and soup later. Doc gave Leroy enough Tylenol until Tom gets here. I can’t think of anything else.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a little while then.”

“Bye-bye, dear.”

“Bye, Betty.”

“Something wrong?”

She jumped, as she hadn’t heard Galen come up behind her. He looked scrumptious in the dark pair of jeans he wore. His broad, hair-sprinkled chest on display along with his washboard abs made her think of how he’d felt hot and naked against her.

“Leroy has a cold and a low fever. Betty wants me to pick Patrick up so he doesn’t catch it.”

“I’ll get dressed and go with you.”

“Thank you.” She smiled up at him.

“After I dress, I’ll feed the horses and meet you at the truck?”

“Sounds good. It won’t take me long,” she said.

It was obvious by the puckered pout of Patrick’s lips that he’d been disappointed about leaving Betty’s early, but he was being quite the little trooper about it. He sat between Galen, who was driving, and Myka, chatting about his new best friend, Leroy. From what she could gather, there was a chance that Leroy and his mother might move in with Betty next summer. Myka hoped if that were true, it wasn’t due to a difficult situation her granddaughter was in.

They had stopped on the way out of town so she could stock up on Tylenol just in case Patrick did end up coming down with Leroy’s cold. She wanted to be prepared this time.

“Galen, did you take good care of Buddy for me while I was gone?” Patrick asked.

“I always take extra special care of Buddy and Chloe because I know both of them mean so much to you and Myka,” Galen responded.

“Maybe one day you and me could go riding.”

“I would like that. As long as it’s okay with Myka.”

“She won’t mind. Would you, Myka?”

“Not as long as I can come too. Planning on leaving me out?” She chuckled.

“Course you can come.”

She looked over the top of Patrick’s head at Galen, and he nodded as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. “How would you feel if one day soon Galen lived with us?”

“He already lives with us,” Patrick said.

“No. I mean in the house with us.”

“Oh. You mean like you two would get married and stuff?”

“Something like that, but we wanted to wait a bit to give you some time to get used to the idea.”

“Would you be my new dad, Galen?” Patrick frowned.

“I could never take your dad’s place, Patrick. But I would love to be a dad to you in any way I can.”

“Do you think you can make Myka not worry so much over taking care of me?”

“Patrick, I do not worry about taking care of you. I want to take care of you.”

“No. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant how you get upset over money. I know you don’t think I notice, but I’m pretty smart, you know?”

“So you are.” Myka hid her smile at Patrick’s concern for her. She loved him so much.

“I promise you I can take any worry away from Myka where money is concerned.”

“Are you rich or something?”

“Patrick! You shouldn’t ask people things like that,” Myka scolded.

“But why?” he asked, wide-eyed.

She sighed.

“It’s okay, Myka,” Galen assured her. “I worked hard for a long time, Patrick. I invested well and was responsible with my money so that I could assure my future. But, Patrick, you must learn that not everyone who works hard has the luxury of becoming wealthy. Myka works harder than anyone I know, and while she may not be rich, she provides everything you need. Money is not what is important in life. Having people who love you, a family that you can count on, friends—those are the important things in life.”