CHAPTER FIVE
– KENZ –
This is bad. Really bad. Correction: this feels bad. I feel bad. Ugh. I was going to completely ditch the man when my brothers show up tomorrow morning. Was, because how can I when he suddenly seems utterly perfect? A definite red flag because the perfect man doesn’t exist in real life. Fiction? Yeah, book boyfriends are a thing. I have many.
Falcon? He might just be a few of those rolled into one and the reason why I shot the “mine” message back when Kenz messaged me his picture. Chatting with him through messages was intriguing and fun. Getting rid of a dead body was…also intriguing, less fun, but we worked flawlessly side-by-side.
Then his annoying brother teams up with him and boom, I’m locked in and have to stay put. Finding out shit like the locks on his basement door, his cooking skills, and how he seemingly cares for me? It feels too good to be true.
It’s why I accepted his deal. Something along the lines of an arranged marriage biker style. The way he gave me free passage as his old lady? As if he knows freedom means everything to me. Ugh. He completely undid me when he said he’ll stick to the shadows, and it’s why I demanded he didn’t.
I pull the soft blanket up to my chin and snuggle into the pillow, allowing me to be enveloped by his scent. Groaning, I turn and squeeze my eyes shut. I can hear the shower running and it’s distracting. Especially when my mind jumps to the fact Falcon is in there right now, naked and wet.
Angry at myself for fantasizing about a man who almost gave me an orgasm but just as abruptly ended our moment, I huff and turn around to try and get comfortable enough to doze off. I would probably be better if I’m sleeping before Falcon comes back.
The man has me twisted in knots, wishing things were different, and still, I can’t tie myself to someone who will end up smothering me. My throat clogs up and my eyes sting. Why the hell all of this is affecting me so much is also bugging the shit out of me.
Dammit, maybe my hormones are off-balance with all these feelings hitting me. Talk about overthinking…shit. Thinking is what I should do because I now remember I don’t have my birth control pills. Great. No sex it is. Not that Falcon was gonna see shit through based on our first encounter.
The look on his face was weird, though. As if it pained him to stop. For a split second my mind jumps to the possibility of inexperience. No. I snicker at my mental ramblings. The man is pure hotness and lives at a clubhouse where whores are a way to pass the time.
Although, the kiss was sloppy. Not to mention, there were locks on the outside of his door to keep him inside. Who the hell would do that? Rainer. His father. I’ve heard some details about this MC from Livi. She quit her job for the president of Wisely Dicey…Falcon’s brother. With me being her bestie, and cousin, she shared stories knowing I’d never tell them to anyone.
Some people really have a fucked-up family. Shit. So does Livi with her grandfather kidnapping a baby, her mother, and Livi finding out decades later her family isn’t who they think they are and…fuck…here I’m complaining about mine and having relationship issues because of it.
I’m not in a relationship. Then again…I struck a deal with Falcon to accept his claim and am officially his old lady.
My head hurts.
Taking a deep breath, I try to clear my mind and finally drift off to sleep.
Slowly I wake from a delicious dream. I keep my eyes closed and think about what day it is, realizing it’s Saturday, my day off. I snuggle deeper under the covers and inhale, letting my lungs fill with the scent of pine, spice, wood, leather…outdoorsy and all man. Definitely not my bed.
My eyes fly open and I have to blink twice to take in the visual in front of me. “Dude, do you always sharpen your knives while watching a woman sleep? Talk about creepy, dark, and twisted shit.”
He slowly shakes his head. Man, the no talking is frustrating at times. Though, he made this scratchy sound that came out as a “no” last night. Just the memory of hearing him voice a two-letter word makes me shiver.
“Would it be a no to sharpening your knives while watching people sleep? Or no to watching women sleep? I mean, you could sharpen your knife next to a sleeping man you intend to kill,” I grumble.
The corner of his mouth twitches and he shakes his head again.
I snort. “Thanks for making me feel special.”
My breath catches when he gives me a stunning, all teeth smile. Holy fuck, talk about really making a girl feel special.
Throwing the covers away from me, I swing my legs off the mattress and ask, “When will my brothers be here?”
His gaze is fixed on my bare legs, a horny hunger filling his eyes while he continues sharpening his knife. His chest doesn’t rise and fall; it’s as if he’s not breathing. I tilt my head and wonder if my suspicions were correct. Curiosity won’t kill my pussy, and I watch his face while I spread my legs.
I’m wearing one of his shirts and nothing else. With my legs spread I’m giving the man a full frontal of my bare pussy. He swallows hard. The knife stills and his hand starts to shake.
“Falcon.” He doesn’t react to my voice or his name.
He’s completely enthralled by the place between my legs. He did indicate he’s never watched a woman sleep.
Firming my voice, I ask, “Falcon, have you ever slept with a woman?”
His head slowly shakes, eyes still locked on my pussy.
I lick my lips. “Have you ever touched a woman?”
He keeps moving his head from left to right.
“Never had sex?” My voice is hoarse, and I have to swallow as I watch his head now bob.
Holy hotness, this man is a freaking virgin.
Needing to be sure, I blurt, “Never touched or tasted a pussy?”
Left to right his head goes.
Since I’m on a roll I might as well ask, “Has anyone touched you?”
His gaze slams into mine, his knife goes up and he points his knife in my direction. Me. I touched him. Warmth fills my veins and a sense of pure satisfaction fills me.
“Our kiss yesterday was your first,” I state, no question, and his tight nod seals the deal.
Falcon’s eyes slowly slide down again, enthralled by the sight before him. In this moment I’m not held back by the knowledge of being tied to this man through a deal. Don’t feel suffocated at all by the thought of having a relationship with Falcon.
All because of the look in his eyes. There’s hunger, desire, curiosity. He’s deeply intrigued and yet he still doesn’t make a move.
“Falcon,” I whisper and wait for his eyes to meet mine. “Wanna have sex?”
In one smooth move he jams the knife into the wood of the bedside table, and then he’s on me. His large, tattooed hands spread my thighs wider as he kneels before me. Eyes are eating me up as he slowly leans in and inhales.
My breathing picks up as I stare down. He makes a scratchy sound and my pussy clenches with anticipation. I want to grip his head, pull him against my core and force him to lick my clit. Instead, I fist the sheet underneath me and let Falcon set the pace.
Though, if he keeps smelling me while rubbing my legs and making a scratchy noise every now and then? I might explode, ’cause every sound this man creates makes my pussy drip with need.
The air is ripped from my lungs when harsh hands shove my legs up and wide while a hot wet tongue slides through my folds. His teeth rub against my clit. Sounds of slurping, sucking, nipping, licking. Falcon springs into a frenzy of complete obsession with my pussy and all I can do is hold onto the bedsheets and let him devour me.
His shoulders push against the back of my legs, moving my body up on the bed. He’s now grinding his pelvis into the mattress while I’m still gasping for my next breath. His moves are uncoordinated, and I wish he would suck my clit instead of grazing it with his teeth every now and then. But in reality? Watching this tattooed and scarred man eat my pussy as if he’s tasting a delicious meal after starving for days is a sensory overload.
I rake my nails through his hair and groan. “Yessss. Yes, Falcon, yes. I’m gonna…gonna…aaaaahhhh.”
Pleasure fills my veins; hot white bliss is overtaking my body. No man has been capable of giving me a mind-blowing orgasm…until now. Until Falcon. A damn virgin knows how to make me lose my mind and ride the waves of ecstasy.
Un-fucking-believable.
Thank fuck I claimed him. Wait…what? No, my mind is diluted due to pleasure. This thing between us is a deal, nothing more, nothing less. Well, maybe a bit more when it comes to these kinds of orgasms, because I’d like a few of ‘em every other day if possible.