Free Fate's Redemption by Brandace Morrow Page A

me a second. I might have more.”
    I turn to Deklan. “This isn’t funny.”
    “It’s fuckin’ hilarious.”

Chapter 2
    I slam my bag down on the entry table as soon
as we enter our hotel room.
    “Babe. Come on.”
    “I don’t know why you think that talking
about how you banged your wife is okay! What if someone with a
recorder or cell phone at the very least, got you on tape giving
that little chest thumping display?” I ask as I take off my
heels.
    “Did you just compare me to an ape? Oh, you
meant a gorilla huh?” Danny breaks out into an amazing rendition of
Bruno Mars’ Gorilla as he follows me into the bedroom
humping the air.
    I throw my hands up. “Jesus Christ!”
    “It’s Danny, actually. But I’ll let you get
away with it if you bend over this dresser right here.” He pats the
top of the dresser softly, pursing his lips as his eyes move from
the floor to the mirror, finally landing on me.
    I study him solemnly for a minute before
asking quietly, “Why do you keep doing this?”
    Danny looks down and begins to take off his
watch, avoiding my eyes. “Doing what?”
    “You know what. You’re obsessed with having
another baby, convinced that it’s happening when I’m on the pill to
make sure it’s not. Why are you so desperate all of a sudden?”
    He sighs and walks over to me, putting his
big hands on my hips and touching his forehead to mine. “I missed
everything with Ollie. He’s growing up and not a baby anymore. I
just want to experience everything from the beginning. With you.
Why are you so against it?”
    Now it’s my turn to sigh. I give him the best
answer I can. “We are so busy. I feel like we barely see each
other, much less Ollie. Our careers are booming right now. When we
have a baby, I want us to be completely committed to our family and
not dividing our time.”
    “No one, and I’ll just emphasis the no one in
that sentence, is more committed to their family than I am. If you
want me to stop singing just say the word. I’ll call Matt
tomorrow.”
    I push against him softly. “Knock it
off.”
    “No, I’m totally down with you being my sugar
momma. I’d be mister mom and finally get my dad off of my back
about being a part time rancher.”
    “You love what you do, and you’re good at it.
I would never ask you to quit. I want a baby with you, so much.
There’s just something holding me back. I can’t explain it.” I
watch his eyes shade with disappointment and bring my arms around
his neck. “I’m sorry, babe. Our family will grow when it’s meant
to. We’ll both know. I love you.”
    “I love you too, baby,” Danny says into my
mouth before he seals our lips together, twirling his tongue
deliciously with mine. “I trust you,” he says, breaking the kiss,
making a trail of licks and nibbles to my ear. “Doesn’t mean we
can’t practice, right? What’s that saying?”
    My breath hitches in my chest. “Practice
makes perfect.” Danny slowly moves the cardigan off of my
shoulders. When I feel his mouth open and lave at my bare skin, I
moan.
    “That’s right. Perfect,” he says against my
skin. I feel Danny’s hands tugging my shirt up, his calloused hands
sensitizing my skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I back up,
pulling him with me and let myself fall to the bed. Danny uses the
momentum of the supple mattress and captures my mouth on a bounce.
Things become more demanding with that kiss. The air goes from
sultry to heated as we eliminate clothes and finally feel skin to
skin.
    It’s taken a long time, but my patient,
wonderful husband has never pressured me to be the man on top.
After my first husband, may he burn, was through with me I was more
traumatized than any woman should be. The first time Danny hovered
over me no matter how much I loved his kiss, I slapped his face in
an involuntary reaction to the position. But that was years ago,
and in these moments when his big frame shadows out the light and
all I can see is his muscles