Chapter Nine
Falcon
Vivian Grant was a fucking idiot. She was brilliant and gorgeous and funny in a nerdy as fuck kinda way, but yeah, she was also a fucking idiot when it came to self-preservation.
It was that singular thought that ran through my mind as I pounded on the motel room door, ready to rip the goddamn thing off its fucking hinges.
I saw her, sneakily peeking through the heavy ass curtain with wide eyes, shocked that I’d found her so quickly.
It hadn’t taken me long to realize that she’d taken advantage of the chaos when the cops arrived to get the fuck out of the clubhouse while we were too busy to notice.
I noticed, goddammit.
“Open up, Viv.” I kept my voice even and calm, didn’t even raise the volume because I didn’t need to. Not yet. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said and knocked again, a little louder so that the windows rattled too.
The curtain swung when she released it and a few seconds later I heard the lock unlatch before the security bar was engaged. The door opened just wide enough that I could see an eye staring up at me warily. “You shouldn’t be here.”
She was cute even when she was being stupid and reckless. “Open the door, Viv.”
“It is open,” she answered quickly. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I let out a long, slow breath and rested my palm on the door. “Well here I am and unless you want to broadcast where you are, you should probably let me in.”
She thought about that for a few seconds before she closed the door, removed the security bar and flung the door open wide. “Come on, then.” She moved aside to let me in before engaging every lock on the door and leaning against it. “What are you doing here? You should be with TJ.”
“He’s with Diesel and his family right now,” I said softly, scrubbing a frustrated hand over my face. “Because someone had to come find his insane fucking mother!”
She shook her head, completely unaffected by my tone or my anger. “I didn’t ask you to come find me, Falcon. TJ is who you should be focused on, not me.”
Coming from another woman, I’d think she was playing the martyr or fishing for compliments, but I knew Viv was being sincere, which only pissed me off even more.
“Yeah, well you don’t get to dictate what I focus on or worry about.
” We locked gazes for a long moment, anger and attraction swirled around us.
“What the fuck you were thinking running off like that, Viv?” I knew what she was thinking but I wanted her to say it.
“What was I thinking,” she asked almost hysterical. “Well I was thinking that your brothers and all the women in the MC hate me for putting them all at risk, so I was thinking it’d be better if I stayed somewhere else.”
“You left on your own,” I growled.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “And I made it here unscathed.” Her voice shook, which let me know that she realized what a dumb as fuck plan it was.
“This is just temporary, until you’re satisfied that TJ is your son and then I’ll be gone.
Out of your hair. Away from your MC. For good.
” Her tone was a mixture of hurt and defiance.
I tore my gaze from hers and looked around the room at the curtains, faded from decades of cigarette smoke.
The carpet was worn and mostly clean and the air was a mix of cheap cologne and the slight odor of mildew in the air.
This place wasn’t for her. “You don’t belong here,” I growled a second before I met her gaze again.
She winced as if I’d hit her but just as quickly as it arrived, the expression vanished, replaced by a bland, professional mask. “I know,” she shot back. “That’s why I left.”
With those words the flight bled out of me.
This woman would be the death of me, I knew that without a fucking doubt.
She drove me insane. A low growl escaped, and I grabbed her hips and pulled her curves flush against me.
“You don’t get to just decide those things, not when we have a kid together.
Don’t fucking disappear like that ever again, Viv. ”
Her lips parted, ready to argue, I was sure of it.
But when I heard that little gasp I was transported back in time, to a different room with a different bed.
Her eyes were glazed over with a mix of lust and anger and confusion, which only intensified as I lowered my mouth to hers, feasting on her mouth because what the fuck else could I do?
It was hard and desperate, three years of pent up anger and lust pressed into one brutal, crushing kiss. The electricity that always buzzed between us was there, more intense than it had ever been and when she kissed me back, the whole goddamn hotel detonated.
Her hands fisted in my shirt, dragging me even closer than I already was, her body trembling with the same need I felt pulsing through my veins.
She crawled up my body until my back hit the wall, or maybe it was the door, with her legs locked around my back while she kissed me like she meant it.
Viv pulled back, both of her hands gripping my hair possessively. “Don’t yell at me.”
I grinned. “Don’t give me a fuckin’ reason to yell at you.”
She groaned and attacked my mouth again, this time with a raw hunger that stole my breath and make my legs shake. “Fuck,” she whispered. “You think I don’t want this? That I don’t ache for you? That I haven’t ached for you since the moment I left your bed?”
My heart thundered and then froze at her words, at the raw anguish that colored every syllable. “Prove it.”
She stared at me for a long time, so long I thought maybe the moment was ruined, but then she nipped at my bottom lip. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
I just smiled.
She nipped at my lip again and then my ear lobe before her teeth skated across my jaw.
Down my throat and to my collarbone. She moaned as her legs unraveled and her feet hit the floor, but her lips never left my body as she removed my vest, my t-shirt, jeans, boxers, everything until I stood before with nothing but a hard-on and a smile. “Is this for me?”
Fuck, this playful side of her had always had the power to undo me. “Viv,” I growled when she fisted my cock in one hand, flicking her tongue over the slit with a slow smile. “On the bed. Now.”
Her lips pulled into a knowing smile, the one that meant she already knew what I wanted but she would make me say it. “Okay,” she agreed easily, squeezing my cock tighter as she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock and slid down to the balls.
“Fuck,” I groaned and gripped her head.
She released me with a pop and a giggle before she walked to the bed and laid down in the center of the mattress. “On the bed.” She licked her lips. “What now?”
I stroked my cock. ‘You know what.”
“I want you to say it.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and straddled her shoulders, rubbing my cock back and forth across her lips. “Take my cock.”
Her mouth fell open, eyes sparkling with heat. She relaxed as I fed her my cock until I was deep down her throat. Then, she moaned.
“Fuck, Viv.” She swiped her tongue back and forth across the underside of my cock before swallowing. “Fuck, babe.”
Her eyes smiled and she moaned again, urging me to give her what she wanted. Fuck it had been a revelation realizing how much she got off on getting me off. “Now,” she said around my cock, vibrating my balls all the way up to my spine.
I gripped her wrists over her head, pressing her hands into the mattress while I fucked her sweet little mouth, pounding in long, deep strokes that hit the back of her throat with every stroke.
Her mouth was wet, dripping with saliva that coated my cock and smoothed the path down her throat.
“Fuck, Viv. I’ve missed this mouth. This dirty, filthy mouth that lives to taste my cock.
” I pumped faster, a bit deeper until she opened up her throat, urging me to go deeper. Harder. “Viv,” I groaned again.
She let out a long, low moan and her eyes fluttered shut.
The sight of her absolute fucking pleasure as I buried my cock in her mouth completely wrecked me.
My balls drew up tight and that electricity zipped up my spine before my cock exploded down her throat.
“Oh, fuck Viv! Shit, babe. Fuck!” My hips stroked until my cock went soft, but she didn’t stop, sucking me until my vision blurred and my legs quivered.
I rolled onto my back before I collapsed on top of her, panting like a goddamn dog. And smiling like a fucking fool.
“That was even better than my memory,” she said with a contented smile.
I turned to watch her smiling face, glistening eyes and her lips, wet and swollen from my cock. “You remembered?”
She nodded. “Every single second.”
Heat and life returned to my cock. “You still get wet as fuck from sucking me off?” She was one of those rare women who didn’t give head for attention, she did it for the pleasure of hearing me fall apart.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She raised an eyebrow in a teasing challenge.
I didn’t miss the way she pressed her thighs together. “Get naked and get on my face. Right fucking now.”
Heat darkened her gaze, but her smile lit up the drab fucking room.
I pushed up on my elbows and watched as she quickly undressed and crawled onto the bed, dragging her wet cunt up my body until she was perched right over my mouth. “Is this what you want?”
“Sit,” I demanded.
She pressed her knees into the mattress on either side of my head, lowering herself just enough to be out of my reach.
She lowered a little until the tip of my tongue grazed her clit.
“Oh!” She darted up for a second and lowered down slowly, dragging her wet pussy across my tongue. “Fuck, yes,” she moaned.
The moment her honey hit my tongue, I was gone. With every stroke across my tongue she moved faster and I drowned in her taste, her scent. Her cries of ecstasy.