TC Stark: Okay, so sorry it's taken me a little bit to add to this story! I know I was working on my other, sorry! I do hope you all really enjoy this chapter. I have a feeling it's the one you've all been waiting for lol Blondie99- I love you! Your review made me so happy! Seriously! But, I am sorry I ruined other Lawless fics for you haha Oh and stay tuned after December 31st I will be premiering the next installment of my Bane story! Okay, everyone! Enjoy! BTW I all love your hatreds towards Charlie Rakes, the bastard.

Disclaimer: I only own Frankie and my ideas.

Chapter Eleven

Howard and Forrest Bondurant bulldozed through the local motor inn like a pair of stampeding bulls. It wasn't often the two were even seen in town, especially together. They had no need to ever go into town. Mostly they spent their time at Blackwater. The eldest could have almost always been found within the forest. So, to see them both marching into the motel was just about the scariest thing some people had ever seen. It was trouble.

As soon as the doors flew open, the front desk clerk knew something was wrong. They hadn't even given him a look, as they marched forward. Nervously, the attendant stood up and ran towards them, "Excuse me! Excuse me! Can I help you?"

Howard turned around and jabbed his strong finger deep within the scrawny man's chest, "You can start by getting out of my fucking face!"

The man gave out a squeal, as their long steps continued to pull them forward. Forrest had his hands deep within his pockets, while demanding, "Now, you tell me where Special Deputy Charlie Rakes' room is."

"Charlie Rakes? Ain't rent a room out to him. Not after what happened on the bridge."

They didn't believe him. They were two men on a mission and would not be stopped. Howard hadn't been told what happened to Frankie. Forrest kept that information to himself. She wouldn't have wanted them all to know of her rape. She would be embarrassed and hurt. She'd feel that they were all looking at her with pity in their eyes. No, he knew she wouldn't have wanted that.

But, Howard knew that something bad had happened to her by the hands of Charlie Rakes. That was all he needed to hear before hopping into the car with his younger brother and taking off. Jack of course wanted to go, but there was no place for him. He had proven himself on the bridge that day, but he knew best for his younger brother. Knew that that wasn't the kind of lifestyle for Jack Bondurant.

The eldest Bondurant started banging on several of the doors, shouting on the top of his lungs, "Where are you, you son of a bitch!? Show yourself!"

The younger man squealed in horror, as Forrest stuck his face into the others', "Now, you gonna tell us where Charlie Rakes is or else Howard here is gonna knock down every single door."

"He's not here! He's not here!" He began to panic while explaining, "He checked out a few nights ago! I swear! I don't know where he went!"

As Howard continued to make a commotion, some folks actually left their rooms to see what the hell was going on; Forrest towered over the clerk. His dark gaze was enough to make the man cower. He whimpered under the gaze of the immortal Bondurant, while holding his hands up, "I don't know nothing, I swear."

"When did he check out?"

"T-Two days ago, he said, he said he didn't need the room no more. That...that he wasn't gonna stay in this, in this," Gulping, he tried to compose himself, "In this hick town."

Forrest's eyebrows furrowed and he looked over to his older brother, while commanding, "Alright now, Howard, stop acting like a damn fool. He ain't here."

Howard, who had the look of a raging bull; quickly spun around and marched over to the small man, "What'd you do with him, huh!? What'd you do with that son of a bitch. You just gonna let a rat like him stay here?"

"He's the special deputy! I had to!" The little man defended, "But, he's not here. He left. I don't know where to though."

Nothing had really gotten accomplished. No one knew where Special Deputy Charlie Rakes was. There were rumors around town that he was a wanted man. After all the mess he caused in town, even the local sheriffs didn't want him around. He had a big city mentality of just shooting anyone he could, regardless of what they've done. They didn't want his kind around and Franklin had always had a way of making their own rules.

The two men walked through the doors of Blackwater. There were a fair share of customers around. Maggie worked hard at the grill, as Jack sat at the bar. They both gazed around the room, before deciding that no one of a threat was around. It was good that the younger brother was there, just in case Maggie needed help against an unruly customer.

As Howard went out back, presumably to pick up a jar of White Lightening; Forrest moved towards the grill. The redhead noticed him approach and gave a smile, for the customers to see. It wasn't until he was close enough to Maggie that she asked, "Did you find that son of a bitch?"

"Coward's run out." He spoke in a low tone, as his eyes scanned around the room.

Maggie's lips tightened and she gave a small nod, before looking back at the grill. Taking a pull of her cigarette, she explained, "Frankie's been in her room all day. Hasn't left it once...tried to talk to her, but she wouldn't say a word."

Forrest's head bowed down and he breathed in heavily through his nostrils. A part of him felt as if he were letting down his family. Howard was the oldest, yes, but he had always done his own thing. He had gone off to war, gone and got married, and had his own group of friends. Forrest had always stayed with the Bondurants. He was always the guardian. Ever since the Spanish Flu took most of their family, he knew as the only survivor it was his duty to protect them all.

A stream of smoke danced around Frankie's room. It rose from the tip of her cigarette and spiraled gently up into the air. The smell of tobacco seemed almost calming for her. It was a warming effect, a comforting one. Every pull of the cigarette warmed her inside and she felt absolutely comfortable curled up in a chair pressed against the window of her room.

The station was full. She could hear hungry customers talk and eat downstairs. All happy. All satisfied. All the troubles of the Bondurants unseen. It must have been nice to go about one's day with no threat. No underlying deep pain. No, no. Frankie couldn't imagine any of that. At that moment, she couldn't even imagine leaving her room.

And then there was a light knock on the door. Maggie had tried to speak with her earlier, but Frankie couldn't even bring herself to speak a word. It wasn't that she wanted to be rude, but the words literally couldn't form. Her body felt so empty that she felt like she would never speak again. The tears had stopped and all she felt was numb.

But, it hadn't been her female friend. It was Forrest who stood in the doorway of her room. His hat was in his hands. Ever the gentleman. His head was hung low and his body was still. His eyes looked over at her, as if asking if it was alright if he stepped in. Frankie hadn't kept track of how long he had stayed the day before. How long he had held her in his arms and let her cry. It had felt like forever and yet when he left, she felt empty all over again.

Pursing her lips together, Frankie gave a small nod. It had been so nice of him to let her take comfort in him. She was sure it wasn't something he did often. She knew that Forrest was a reserved man and he wasn't the type to be overly affectionate. She felt touched. As if he truly regarded her as part of the family if he broke out of his comfort zone to make sure she felt comfortable.

Forrest walked around to the side of the bed nearest her, before slowly sitting down. Frankie could him him grunt as several bones popped. He had been beaten more than her by far. She had felt like her skin would never recover from the injuries she had sustained in Franklin. She couldn't imagine his quality of life after everything he had been through.

Pulling in on her cigarette, Frankie turned towards the window and blew out a billow of smoke. They sat in silence, quiet. There wasn't much to say. There wasn't much within her to say. She had cried every emotion out the day before. Now, she was just tired. Empty. Numb. Devoid of any emotion that allowed her to feel about her rape.

Taking in another pull, Frankie let out a heavy sigh. Her head gently rested against the wall, while beginning to speak almost to herself, "I hated my time at the mental asylum. I couldn't understand why I was sent there. What...was wrong with me. I felt happy and it felt natural. How could I be punished for something that just felt...right?" Scratching her forehead, she sighed, "They told me I was sick there. Told me that...it wasn't right. I couldn't understand that. I thought...I was just going to be myself and not listen to a word the therapists say."

Frankie ran the tip of her tongue against her lips, before continuing, "And then they caught me with another girl. I tried to explain to them that what I was doing wasn't wrong, but they wouldn't listen," Bowing her head down, she took in a deep sigh, "They strapped me down...and shocked me...they thought some bolts of electricity would stop me. It felt...felt like my brain was being jump started. I felt...confused and I couldn't remember anything for several hours afterward. I felt like a vegetable. I knew I didn't want to go through that again so...I lied. I pretended to get better, just so I could get out."

Forrest stayed silent, as Frankie stubbed her cigarette out. Finally, she looked over at him. Frowning, her eyes shifted down while whispering, "The worst part of all of this...is I don't know who I am anymore. Who I'm supposed to be."

"Yourself."

His booming voice shocked Frankie. Her head picked up and she looked at Forrest with wide eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed up and her lips hung open. The words were stuck deep within her throat, as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally, she whispered, "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

Forrest gave a small nod, while holding his hat close to his chest. Frankie was overwhelmed. Herself. She was supposed to be herself. It felt like it had been so long since she even knew who she was. Her parents told her to be right, to be true. Her therapists told her that what she was doing was wrong. That she was wrong. And even her rape had told her just to accept whatever punishment was sent her way. She was was supposed to be anyone else, but herself.

With her eyes locked on his, Frankie slowly stood up from her seat and stepped towards Forrest. He looked up at her, staying still. His lips never moving. She reached over and gently tugged the hat out of his hand, before setting it aside atop a nearby table. Her heart was pounding hard and she looked down at Forrest; pulling in all her confidence to slowly straddle his large hips.

Forrest looked up at her with confused eyes as she slowly eased down into his lap, feeling his groin below her. Taking in a deep breath, her hands gently touched upon his rugged cheeks and her thumbs ran across his cheek bones. Frankie let out a quiet gasp as his large hands gently yet firmly took a hold of her hips. She knew it was okay.

Slowly, Frankie leaned down. She breathed in a moan once their lips touched. His full lips covered hers and she heard him breath in his own groan. Her fingers inched up his cheeks, running through his hair, as she leaned in and deepened the kiss. With a groan, Forrest pushed his tongue into the depths of her mouth so they could meet. The kiss was deep and passionate. The mere touch of his deep kiss warmed her lower region.

Slowly and easily, Forrest picked Frankie up and laid her down. It had been a while since she felt the touch of a man upon her. The rough texture of his finger tips, crawling up her shirt; were foreign and yet welcomed. She felt consumed by him. So long had it been since she was the one being laid down and tended to. By either sex.

As Forrest's large body eased down, Frankie hooked her leg around his waist and leaned up to capture his mouth once again. It felt right. With the few words the older man said, she felt a weight so heavy lifted off her shoulders. She felt a liberation that she had never experienced before. She had the right to be attracted to whoever she wanted to and act on it.

Chills ran across her skin as Forrest's large hands pushed up Frankie's sweater. She let out a light sigh, as his lips left hers. She gave out a small whimper, eager to feel his lips again. Involuntarily, her hips began rolling. Arousal took over her and she needed to feel his body close to her own. She was almost nervous. Slightly frightened. It had been so long since she had felt the weight of a man on top of her, wanting her sincerely.

As the sweater was pushed off her body, Forrest's head dipped down and his lips pressed gently against the skin of her stomach. Frankie wasn't entirely sure if she had ever thought how it would be like to be intimate with the older man. But, she certainly would have never pictured it to be the way it was. Although gentle and kind, he seemed to know what he was doing. Knew exactly how to make her feel good. It seemed like being with Maggie had helped him in that field.

Finally throwing the sweater down to the floor, Forrest reached underneath her back and undid the bra that covered her chest. Frankie's fingers nervously played with the sheets as his full lipped mouth kissed the mounds of her breasts. They were so feather-like and light. They made her heart skip a beat and made her jump even more so, when his teeth gently nipple at her hardened nipple.

Snapping out of her pleasure haze, Frankie reached up to brush Forrest's cardigan off his muscular body. He had a lot of layers and thankfully, he had helped her in removing both the sweater vest and button down shirt that hid his body. And once they were off, the blonde found herself amazed at the chest she saw underneath. She had never been witness to such a muscular body before. Such a large and firm torso. She almost felt intimidated.

Forrest let out a deep groan as Frankie ran her finger tips along his stomach stomach. She wanted to memorize every piece of skin. Every area of the surface. As she continued to run her hands up to his chest, she almost let out a soft gasp. How could she have never noticed the magnificent body that hid underneath his clothes?

While deep in thought, she had hardly noticed that Forrest had hooked his thumbs underneath her pants and slowly began slipping them off her thighs. A cool air instantly chilled her legs. They involuntarily closed, so to shield her most private area from the crisp air. The man looked up and asked, "Do you not want me?"

"I-I do, I was just cold."

Forrest nodded, as he gently opened her lean legs. Frankie closed her eyes as she felt his wide tongue run itself along her wet opening. In moments of intimacy, she was usually the one to perform oral sex. Whether it be with a man or a woman. In the cases of a woman, most of them were shy. Unable to live out their sexual urges due to the repressed society. Frankie often had to be the one to show how enjoyable being eaten out could be.

Honestly, she could remember the last time she had felt the mouth of another on her sex. Frankie felt a little overwhelmed. Overcome with pleasure and not able to stop herself from arching up. Her body warmed and her heart pounded. Each stroke of his tongue caused her to let out a shaky breath; wanting him even more.

His full lips moved against her lips, sticking his tongue deep within her opening. Frankie moaned just as the tip of his tongue ran circles around her aroused nub. Each flicker sent wave after wave of pleasure throughout her body. She could hardly contain the sounds that left her lips. She didn't want anyone who was downstairs to hear her.

It was obvious that Forrest was running out of patience as well. With ferocity that she had only seen while he was against his enemies, the older Bondurant took hold of the side of her neck and smashed his lips against hers. Frankie relished the taste of her womanly juices as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders and pulled him close.

Running the palm of his hand along her inner right thigh, he pushed her leg up and positioned the tip of his penis against her aroused sex. Frankie let out a small whimper in his mouth as she lifted her hips, begging for him. It didn't surprise her that the older man would be a little hesitant. He was a gentleman and she had just been raped. He wanted to make sure she was sure about being intimate with him.

And she was sure. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and gave him a small nod. Forrest nodded as well, before reaching down and scooping his large left arm under her buttocks. Holding her still so he could push his long girth into her. Of course, not having sex with a man for a while had left her tight and fingers could not replicate the size of a penis. Especially one as full and long as his.

Forrest could see he was hurting her. Could see her body tense and her vagina muscles tightened. Leaning down, he placed his full lips against hers as if to tell her it was okay. To let her know they were in it together. And Frankie felt that comfort. Felt that she was herself. That she was free to do whatever she wanted to. And she wanted to be with him in that moment.

And with that thought in mind, it made it easier for her to relax and allow Forrest to slip himself inside of her. Frankie let out a moan, as his length slowly started moving in and out of her wet sex. Each push expanded her walls; massaged them until they no longer felt pain. Their organs rubbed together and soon she was moving her hips along with his. Each thrust he gave, she met with fever. She enjoyed every second.

As her ankles hooked together against his lower back, he picked her hips up even more and tilted his body forehead to push in from a different angle. Resting her head back, she closed her eyes and groaned. Each thrust, each buck. They filled her and transcended her to another level of pleasure. His large hands that covered her behind warmed her body, added to her pleasure. Her thighs squeezed against his hips, wanting him more. Wanting him to go faster.

Forrest's own arousal must have been too much for him. As gentle as he originally had been, he picked up the pace. Allowed his instincts to kick in and too Frankie in the way a man should have. His head bowed down and his mouth took her left breast within his mouth. He couldn't help himself, he was fueled by overwhelming pleasure.

As an orgasm shook all throughout the thin woman's body, Forrest found it unbearable. He felt the way her walls squeezed around him and with a few more thrusts, he pulled out before he was able to ejaculate. Rather, he aimed for the bed below him. It was unlike any climax he had ever felt before, one that shook him to the very core.

The room felt still in that moment. Both took their time to catch their breaths. Frankie couldn't believe how could she felt. How relieved she was. It had to be the first time she had been with a man and hadn't felt guilty because of it. She felt absolutely wonderful. She had enjoyed an orgasm with someone she had wanted to be intimate with.

As Frankie slowly started to sit up, she saw Forrest sitting on the edge of the bed. He was rolling a cigarette. Even after sex, she couldn't help, but look at his body in a whole new way. It was no longer than tank that everyone viewed it as. No longer the unstoppable immortal that was capable of killing anyone with his bare hands. No, it was her release. Her comfort. Her friend.

"Thank you." Frankie quietly spoke.

And even though he simply nodded and kept his head down, she knew he meant your welcome.