Selena Gomez "Good for You" For that kind of chapter ;)

Frankie sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Lonnie to pick her up. He was late. How is a cop late? She smiled at the ridiculousness of it. Her side was much better than a few days ago, but the bruising was hideous. Doctor Rob gave her something for the pain if needed, but other than that he said she was good to go. Frankie found it homey how everyone was like neighbors here, it was nice. She wondered if she could live in a town like this...

"All set?" Tracy came in with her hands in the pocket of her uniform.

"Yep, all set. Have you seen Lonnie?"

"Not yet. He'll be around soon I'm sure." She had a look on her face and Frankie wondered what it was all about. "It was good of your friends to visit and bring a change of clothes; that's always the best feeling, to get out of hospital junk." She agreed as Tracy removed the linen form the bed.

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Earlier that morning, Frankie had just gotten out of the shower when Whinnie Corzo and Felicia Zgorzelska strutted into to her hospital room. They ran right up and hugged her so tight she cringed; it was so good to see them. They were the teams cyber nerds – even had t-shirts made with the name on it. Anything they needed, they got - new identities, fake passports, documents, bank accounts, fake jobs, online profiles, government certifications, anything. They did that.

"Listen baby cakes" Whinnie began "we can't stay but had to see how you were, we're heading to Gulfport to see Reba after here. When we heard about all the shit that hit the fan we didn't know what to think. I'm so glad we aren't field agents!" Felicia agreed.

"Totally, that was messed up!" Felicia tossed the bag they brought with them to Frankie with a smile. It was filled with fresh clothing, her perfume, hair products and make up. She couldn't wait to get all of them on. It had been a while since she felt like her normal self.

"You'll have to tell us all about this man of yours when we're back, we'll go for dinner and drinks – we want all the juicy details.." Whinnie winked raising her eyebrows a couple of times.

"Yay! Girls night! We wanna know everything!." Felicia looked at Frankie through her brows and then broke out giggling. Frankie smiled and felt a little hot in the cheeks.

"There it is girl!" Whinnie pointed to the light blush on her face "Now go get yourself out of this towel and in some clothes for your man. We'll see you soon baby cakes."

They blew kisses and vanished into the hall of people. Frankie sprinted to the bathroom to change. She was excited, Lonnie would be here soon.

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Frankie sat on the bed waiting, wondering where he was. She looked at the clock high on the cinderblock wall and sighed. He was 40 minutes late. 'Where is he?' She walked to the window and looked outside to see if there was a squad car parked. Nothing yet.

The sun was warm on her face and Frankie stood basking in it, she couldn't wait to actually be in it; she felt like she had been in here for ages, even though it was only a week. She bit her lip, thinking about how his hands ran up her leg and almost reached her underwear before Tracy came in. She couldn't help thinking where they would have been if she hadn't walked in.

"Frankie"

A deep southern drawl came from behind her and she closed her eyes for a second to take it in. He had the manliest voice she had ever heard and it turned her on to no end. She shifted around to see him studying her. His eyes slowly ran up her body taking in every inch of her. He had never seen her in anything but a hospital gown and the clothes she was arrested in – and even in that mess she was hotter then hell. But seeing her in clothes that accentuated her shape made him just want to rip them off her.

The olive green cargo skirt that reached passed her knee hugged every inch of her hourglass figure. Sitting atop her navel he saw something. Was that?...'Fuck' he growled under his breath; it was pierced. The tiny piece of jewelry sparkled when the sun hit it, and he wanted his mouth there. Her black wrap around long sleeve sat just above her belly button and sunk low at the neck line exposing just enough cleavage to make him very aware of how tight his jeans were becoming below the belt. Lonnie could smell her perfume from where he was standing, and it was intoxicating to him. The way she wore her make up made her already hypnotic eyes have a magnetism that sucked him into her. The women here in Sparta didn't dress like her, or smell like her, or look like her, or do the things she could do. He had never met anyone like her in his life.

He lunged toward her and she gasped as he grabbed her, yanking her body close to his. His kiss was long, and passionate, and slow. Frankie moaned in his mouth as her body gave into him, loving being that close. There was no other man she would ever be with in this life. He was the one, she was his.

"You're late" Frankie said, licking her lips, trying to catch her breath.

"I know" he kissed her again. "Sorry – work..." and kissed her again.

"Come on, let's go."

"Where are we going?" Lonnie's devilish grin gave her goosebumps. He took her hand in his and lead her out of the hospital to his corvette in the parking lot.

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They pulled into The Fairview Inn in Jackson and the valet parked the car while they headed inside to check in.

Frankie stopped and looked around at the outside and smiled. It was a huge old mansion with tall pillars and balcony's in the front. The landscaping was simple yet elegant, it was beautiful.

Lonnie still had her hand and pulled it a bit to get her to move. She looked at him grinning. "When did you do this?" It was surprising and flattering all at the same time. He smiled but didn't answer. "Come on".

When they got upstairs he held the door open for her and he went to get ice down the hall. Frankie walked into a large sitting room with Zinnia's of every colour in a large vase on the table, and a fireplace encased in fieldstone on the far wall. French doors to a small balcony were open allowing a light breeze to flow through the room; there was a bottle of red wine and two glasses on the table. Turning the other way was the door to the bedroom, and the bathroom to the left of it.

Inside the bedroom where cozy cream and burgundy tones that held subtle floral prints, and a luxuriously thick duvet made up the bed. There was another fire place, this one surrounded by flagstone with candles on the mantel. The entire room was so cozy; she couldn't believe Lonnie did this. How did he get permission to take her away from the Commander? That hardass didn't approve of any fun, ever. Whatever he did, it was impressive.

Frankie kicked off her Doc's and walked to the balcony to get the wine and glasses and bring them back to the bedroom. Even though neither of them said a word, they both knew what they were doing there, and she bit her lip thinking about it. Truth be told she thought about it a lot, and thought about him all the time.

She placed the wine and glasses on the coffee table in the bedroom, and sat in one of the two oversized armchairs sifting through her purse looking for her phone and lip gloss. Finding her gloss, Frankie stood up and headed for the washroom.

"Where you goin'?"

Lonnie's deep voice stopped her in her tracks and she held on to the back of the chair until her legs didn't feel like rubber anymore. He was standing in the threshold of the bedroom door, leaning against it with his arms crossed; the bucket of ice on the floor in front of him. Opening the lip gloss, she slowly putting it on her parted lips as he watched her. Frankie ran her tongue across her top lip, and blew him a kiss. He unfold his arms and walk toward her, clenching his jaw hard as he moved. Every step he took at her, she stepped back. He never took his eyes off her, and the predatory look in them made her rub her legs together in anticipation of what he was going to do.

When Frankie's back hit the wall Lonnie was on her in seconds. His mouth crashed into hers and his tongue ran down her neck then back up to her lips. He roughly pulled her skirt up and hitched her leg up around his hip, and ground his erection into her, making her whimper out loud at the size of him. He tore her shirt down exposing her lace bra and growled deep in his throat at the sight.

"Fuck you're beautiful."

He pulled down the bra and attacked her breasts; biting and sucking them hard and Frankie cried out and twisted her fingers in his hair and pulled at him. She could barely stand. His muscular arms held her in place, and she ran her fingers up them, feeling every vein and every muscle contract trying to get more of her. He was ferocious, and she loved it.

He winced at the pull and looked up at her. Her hair was a mess, her bra was broken, her skirt was ripped, her shirt was torn, and she stared down at him with her parted, gloss smudged lips breathing fast and heavy; tiny moans escaping her mouth with every exhale. She was stunning, and she was his.

Lonnie lifted her up and Frankie wrapped her legs around his waist. She licked a line from his chin to his lips, sliding her tongue inside his mouth as he placed her on the bed. She knelt in front of him and undid his shirt and tugged it off. He tried to grab her again and she stopped him, and he hissed at the loss of contact. She gently ran her finger tips down his chest and brought her mouth to it, biting him, then licking where her teeth had been. A long moan escaped him and Frankie felt the moisture building between her legs. He grabbed her hair and squeezed.

Her mouth kissed down his muscular stomach, slowly licking every part while she undid his belt and popped open the button of his jeans. Lonnie yanked her toward him and she waved her finger at him and smiled. His full pouty lips curled up and his eyes glared at her full of lust and need. She wanted him inside her. Her hands moved over the sizeable bulge in his jeans and she unzipped him half way. Again Lonnie yanked at her, aching to feel her body on his, and she waved her finger at him 'no'.

His breathing came out in deep snarls and the look in his eyes was nothing but primal. It frightened her a bit, but turned her on like no man ever has.

She wiggled her hips, slowly removing her skirt reveling lace panties. He could see wetness between her legs and his breathing became faster and he balled his hands into fists to stop himself from taking her right now. Frankie unzipped his jeans all the way and quickly pulled them down, taking his boxers with them, gasping at the substantial size of him.

She laid back on the bed with her arms above her head; her dark, wavy hair flowing crazily all over the cream colored sheets, her breasts fully exposed to him, he could see where his teeth had marked her – and he like it.

She looked up at him as she lay there - and that was it. He could not take anymore.

Lonnie ripped off her panties and Frankie's legs fell apart. He gave her no time to adjust to his size and thrust himself hard inside her and she screamed with pleasure. He was clawing up her body, trying to get impossibly deeper inside her. With every push, he felt her clamp down on him tighter. She felt so good around him. Frankie tried desperately to say his name, but moans and cries were the only sounds that came out, she couldn't even speak, the pleasure was too intense. Her noises were driving Lonnie fucking crazy, and he thrust into her hard and fast, feeling her tightening even more around him, and he was lost in her. His moans became louder as her body trembled under him. He yelled and cursed as he felt her contract around him and he thrust harder and deeper until he emptied himself inside her. Her body shook as she felt his release and a tidal wave of pleasure ripped through her trembling body, then again...Frankie cried out his name and Lonnie pinned her arms down and kissed her neck as his movements slowed.

He stayed inside her while he softened, kissing her slowly, and trying to catch his breath; she kissed him tenderly and held him tightly close to her. When he finally slipped out of her, Lonnie rolled on his side, pulling Frankie gently against him. She was still shaking, and he covered her naked body with the thick duvet and wrapped his arm around her waist. She fit into him like a glove, and was asleep in seconds. He watched her, listening to the tiny sounds she made, and was perfectly content. He could watch her forever, and he planned to do just that.

He closed his eyes and drifted off, knowing he had found what he had been searching for his entire life.

Her.