Touchdown Daddy (23 page)

Mary couldn't return to Chicago in case there were more Bears waiting for her, so Andre decided to take her west again, far away from her family. The more distance between them, the less likely it would be for more Bears to find her.

He discussed location with Mary, but all she said was she wanted to live in a town or small city. There needed to be enough of a population so she would blend in, however, so Missoula was chosen.

Somewhere on the highway in Illinois and Montana in the new truck–rented this time, albeit with a stolen credit card–Andre had decided his own course of action. The business card Easton had given him with Peter Locke's location was tucked away in his wallet.

Mary didn't want anything to do with him anymore. And he could understand that. After all the trauma she had been through, it was natural that she would find the whole thing terrifying.

As much as he wanted to stay by her side and protect her, the fact was that the best way to keep her safe was to keep his distance. Without her Wolf, other Bears would not recognize her. But they
would
recognize him.

And that left him with two choices. One was to go back to the Locke family, kill Philip. Then go to the location Peter was being held and kill him, as well, thus ending forever his need for revenge. After that, there would be nothing left for him to live for, so he could join Isadore and Eve in death.

The second choice was to find Peter and help him escape from the Bears. He would then restore Peter Locke to his family, and stand guard and protector over them while they built their new community. The community Peter dreamed about, one that would coexist in peace with other Shifters. Andre would find out how all their children were born with Wolves, and share that knowledge with whatever other Shifter communities he found, so that their species did not die off.

I don't have to do anything with the Lockes,
he tried to tell himself.
I could just leave them all behind.

Mary shifted in the passenger seat, her green eyes blinking open. She sat a little straighter and rubbed her neck, turning out the window. "Where are we?"

"We're almost in Montana. See the mountains?" He pointed out the window ahead of them.

"I love mountains," Mary sighed.

Andre smiled. "They are great."

Before all this happened, Mary had been determined that one day she would return to her community. Not to stay, but to get her sisters away from the way they were treated there, undereducated and married off at sixteen. At twenty-four, Mary had been considered a spinster when she ran from them. Andre knew that these teenage brides were forced through pregnancies right after another. Mary's own family, with thirteen children despite her mother's frail health, was proof of that.

Even if the Lockes wanted to change the way things were done, even if they broke away from their community to start their own, they had too many internalized principles to really bring about any real change in their lives and the lives of their children. He had to stay, protect Mary's siblings and try to help them build a truly new society.

Mentoring a bunch of Werewolves. You've changed.

But Peter was the one they would actually look up to. They might be grateful for Andre's help in escaping the attacking Bears, but it was only through figures they already respected and followed that change could actually happen. Peter had to come back to lead them to this new life.

"We're coming to a town here soon," he said aloud. "Do you need to stop for anything?"

She shook her head.

Andre tapped his fingers against his thigh. Before they headed out, Mary had given him some of her extra clothes. The skirt felt a little strange to wear, although he had to admit there was a feeling of freedom that came with it that he enjoyed. The shirt was a little snug about the shoulders. His odd outfit had caused a lot of stares when they stopped for gas, but his size and muscle stopped people from commenting.

"Mary, I just want to say… your brothers and sisters will be looked after."

"I asked you before, why should I care about them if they treated me so poorly that I already thought running away was the only escape?"

"It's not quite that simple, Mary. It was more your father and the community, I think." Andre sighed. "In any case, you did care about them. It just got to the point where you had so many responsibilities that you couldn't take care of yourself. The way your father ran things, anything inside was the domain of women. Most of your siblings old enough to help with anything are boys. They weren't expected to do anything around the house. It was all on you."

Mary shook her head. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

They needed to gas up the car in the city, but soon they were on the road again. Soon they were among familiar pines and spruces, dotted occasionally with firs. The roads became curvier and Andre felt himself relaxing.

"Stop the car."

He turned to see Mary's hands clenched over her stomach. Her eyes were wide and she stared at him with such fright in her gaze that Andre's heart immediately began pounding in his ears. He pulled the car to the side of the road. She fought with her seatbelt a moment. He reached for her instinctively, and to his surprise, she leaned into his embrace. Her arms wrapped around his head and her mouth sought his desperately. Her tongue ran over his lips and he opened them obediently.

His Bear called for her, but as soon as it did, she pulled away.

Andre panted with desire, forcing himself to remain still.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"It's fine. It's… fine." Andre leaned back, tugging his hair out of his bun and combing his fingers through it before he put it back up. "Are you okay?"

"No. I'm not. I'm very far from okay. I don't know why, but I have to stay with you. Thinking about being parted from you breaks my heart. It must be this soulmate thing, but it scares me. My need for you is terrifying and I don't know what to do."

Andre gripped the steering wheel tightly to avoid showing how much his hands were trembling. "I can be patient, Mary."

"That's not what I'm worried about. I don't know if
I
can." Mary laughed and ran her hand through her hair, mussing it up. Andre thought he might like it better short like this. "I keep wanting you. Then I get scared and have to stop."

"I understand."

She shook her head. "No, you don't. But I can't leave, Andre. I just can't."

He reached out slowly, cupping her face in his hand. Love burned in his heart, lifting his spirit as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her open mouth.

***

Two days ago I was a woman without a clue about her life, and now I'm going back to the family I don't remember.

Mary felt dazed as she considered it. Andre was going to go after Peter, wherever the Bears had him. He would bring him back so he could take care of his family. In the meantime, she was going to go stay with the siblings she didn't remember, in a hope that it would help bring her memories back.

If they think I'm going to pick up after them, they have another thing coming.

Her hand was in Andre's as he drove, beaming. He glanced down at their entwined fingers every couple of seconds. His happiness was infectious, even if she wasn't sure exactly why this was the right thing to do, she couldn't help but beam back.

"After Peter's back," she said, "we'll find our own place, right? Someplace that's close but not too close."

Andre nodded. "Whatever you want."

"I want a little plot of land somewhere," she decided. "Someplace where we're not too far from town, but with room to breathe. We'll have to find a place close to a good school, though."

"A good school?"

Shock rippled through Mary as she realized she hadn't told him yet. A nervous laugh bubbled up her throat. "For the baby."

There was a beat when nothing changed, but then Andre pulled the car to the side of the road. His black eyes were literally glowing with happiness as he turned to her. "Baby?"

She nodded, and the grin that broke over Andre's face had to be echoed. For the first time since she learned she was pregnant, the baby wasn't something that she half-dreaded. She knew that she could be a mother and she actually wanted to be one if Andre was with her. She grasped his hand and brought it to her lips.

"We're going to have a baby."

Andre laughed. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he put a hand on her stomach.

"You're crying," Mary said, tears filling her own eyes. Her heart felt so full it could burst.

"I never thought I would be this happy again. A baby. Our baby."

She hooked her arm behind his head and brought his mouth to hers again. Her body moved towards his, and blood surged between them.

"Find a way to get into the woods," she whispered huskily. "I don't want anybody to spy on us as I take off your clothes."

"It's strange that we always find ourselves together like this," Andre murmured as his lips brushed against Mary's throat.

They lay naked in the bed of the truck. The bright light of the sun filtered through the evergreen needles of the trees that surrounded them. Somewhere in the distance, a squirrel was scolding a woodpecker as it drilled noisily.

Mary hummed, enjoying the sensation of sparks that simmered under her skin. "What do you mean, like this? We usually make love in trucks?"

Andre chuckled. "That's more accurate than you know."

He brought her knee over his hip and his mouth returned to her neck. She tilted her head to one side, allowing him better access. As her fingers combed through his long brown hair, she couldn't help but smirk. He'd been hesitant, but once she assured him it was what she really wanted, he'd been so eager that the clothing nearly tore as he undressed the both of them.

"I love the way you smell," he whispered. "I love the way you smile and laugh. I love everything about you."

"Then you've got me at a disadvantage," she moaned, arching herself to him as his mouth trailed lower. She felt so lazily relaxed with his hands roaming her body that she almost hated talking.

Andre moved from one breast to the other before he looked up and smiled at her. "What do you mean?"

"You know what you love about me. I don't know what I love about you. And, I suppose it goes further. You know what I like. I don't know what you like. I don't even know what
I
like."

"Ah, then won't it be fun to rediscover everything?" the Bear nipped at her breast, grinning, and she grinned back, squeezing his hips with her thighs. "We'll just have to remember to be gentle, for the baby."

"Are we usually rough?"

"No, but sometimes we get a little wild." He trailed butterfly kisses down her stomach, causing something inside to quiver. Heat flared from her core when he kissed her thigh. "You always liked this, though."

He was right–she
did
like it. Mary grasped at her own hair, her body bringing itself off the truck bed towards him. Her skin flushed with heat and she stuffed a hand into her mouth, moaning with pleasure as he continued his ministrations.
How can this feel so right? I don't even know him.

But she did know him, deep in her soul. The part of her that knew him cried for more. It sung as it pulled her towards him. A flash of panic made her tense as she felt
something
jerk inside her. Something hit against her ribs, like a bird trying to escape its cage. She cried out against it.

Andre was lying beside her in an instant, the heat radiating from his body soothing her. His massive hand stroked her hair and worried black eyes gazed deep into hers.

"We can stop if you want."

Mary clung to him, borrowing the warmth of his body as she rested her head against his shoulder. It felt so right, so perfect, to be in his arms. She didn't want it to stop! She just wanted this inexplicable
thing
inside her to go away.

"I'm afraid if I give in, I'll lose control," she whispered. "I'm afraid of what might happen."

"Nothing will happen."

He didn't understand. How could he? He didn't know about this deep need inside her, the terrifying pull that seemed beyond her control. But with his arms around her, she felt safe and the pull inside her relaxed. It flowed through her veins, rather than battering against her ribs.

Mary inhaled his fresh pine scent, trying to clear her mind. Was it her Wolf trying to escape? Was making love with her soulmate what was necessary to bring it back? Would it bring her memories with it?

She opened her eyes again and gripped Andre's firm buttocks. "Take me now."

He grinned, all too willing to obey her demand.

***

The sky was overcast, dark and gloomy. Cold for summer. Mary rubbed her aching eyes as Andre pulled into the parking lot of a Denny's restaurant and checked the time. 11:45. Almost midnight. She yawned, staggering slightly as she slid out of the truck. Her knees moved stiffly and she swiveled from side to side, trying to loosen her spine.

Andre smiled at her. "We'll just grab a quick bite, okay?"

She nodded, though she certainly was not looking forward to getting back into that truck. They had been driving so long that she was too restless to sleep. And it was even more boring than in the daytime because there was nothing outside the window to look at.

Perhaps if they had not spent so much time that morning making love, they would not be so pressed for time now.

Mary grinned. Even if they had wasted time, it was well worth it. She couldn't remember the last time she had been as happy as she was when she finally gave into the tug inside her and gave herself to Andre.

There was a surprising amount of people in Denny's. Most of them seemed to be around Mary's age or a little younger, although there were a couple of older groups as well, all wearing formal clothing. Maybe a wedding party or something.

The waitress showed them to a table by the window where Mary glanced over the menu items. Her mouth watered at the sight of the hamburgers and she considered if she could get them without the bread.

"I have been having some serious meat cravings lately," she mentioned. "Do you think it's because of the baby? I mean, it could be a Wolf or Bear couldn't it?"

A frown crossed Andre's face. "I suppose, yes. Or neither. Shifting is somewhat hereditary, but it's like blue eyes. Not every child with two blue-eyed parents is going to have blue eyes themselves."

"That doesn't sound right." Mary strained her memory, but didn't know anything about genes, so she shrugged. "How long will it be until we get to my family?"

"If you drive while I rest, then I think we should be able to get there by dark tomorrow. I must admit, it will be nice to be able to sleep in a proper bed."

"When you say sleep, you mean something else, right?" She wiggled her eyebrows. Then, feeling foolish, she crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Andre smirked.

Mary looked out the window as the waitress returned to take their orders. The clouds had cleared, revealing a bright white, perfectly round moon. The light brushed against her face as warm as sunlight, and she sighed. She would have no problem staying awake with that moon in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes on. Unconsciously she reached across the table and took Andre's hands in hers. A blissful smile crossed her lips.

"Isn't the moon the loveliest thing you have ever seen?"

***

It's very dangerous for a Purged Wolf to return during the involuntary transformation. It will sometimes lead the Wolf to madness…

Andre's heart pounded against his chest as soon as Mary moved closer to the window. There was the faraway look in her eyes that he had seen only in her on the night of the full moon. His gaze was drawn to the window. It was still pitch black outside, yet Mary was staring upwards as though she was observing the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Her alabaster skin seemed to turn gray. Andre suddenly realized that it was because black fur was growing over her face. He pushed himself to his feet, grabbing the waitress's arm. She shrieked, which finally caught Mary's attention.

Andre turned, pushing the waitress away.

When he turned back, a Wolf stood on the table.

How could I be so stupid?

"Mary." He reached towards her but stopped when she snarled, hackles rising. Her fur was shaggy, patchy, and there was a gleam in her green eyes that he had never seen before.

He was aware that the conversation from the humans in the restaurant had gone silent, but he dared not take his eyes from Mary. Was it Mary? Her lips were pulled back in a snarl and shudders ran up her spine. In the past, she had always embraced her Wolf before midnight, the time when the moon called. Her eyes had always sparkled and she had frolicked around him, tail wagging, growling playfully.

There was no recognition in her eyes now.

"Mary," he whispered. Though she growled still, he moved slowly, inching forward until his fingers brushed her chest.

The growling ceased abruptly. Her head cocked to one side and she blinked as if coming out a trance. Andre managed a tentative smile, stepping closer.

"Mary."

Her tail started wagging side to side, her eyes not breaking from his.

There was a tinkling of the door opening, and then a loud, annoyed voice spoke. "What is an animal doing in here?"

Mary's eyes darted towards the voice and her whole body tensed again. Even as Andre reached to hold her, she let out an ear-splitting half-animal, half-human scream.

She bounded off the table and ran for the humans, snarling, with bloodlust in her eyes.

*****

TO BE CONTINUED

Continue to follow Mary and Andre in the final part of this series “Mates Forever (Shades of Werewolf Series Book 5)”