Chapter Ten
Vivian
The first thing I noticed was the quiet. The room was dark and even outside was oddly quiet. The second thing I noticed was the warm, possessive arm that hung heavy and unyielding across my waist.
I had no clue what time it was, but it had to be the middle of the night based on the silence in the room and on the other side of the motel room door.
I closed my eyes again, straining for the sounds of traffic and conversation, but there was nothing.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the flickering golden light that lit up the parking lot through a small break in the curtains.
There were no sounds of heavy boots, guns clicking or any other signs of danger.
At least not physical danger.
But the memories of last night, and later last night and early this morning all came roaring back to me in bright, vivid colors.
Falcon’s mouth, so filthy and magical. His body, strong and powerful, built for pleasure.
The way he’d brought me to heights of pleasure that no one else ever had, leaving me shaking, sweaty and shuddering with pleasure.
It had been good, really fucking good. But it had also been a little bit reckless, which wasn’t at all like me.
Except with Falcon. When it came to him, I’d always thrown caution to the wind, and it had been worth it. Every single time.
Last night was reckless, sure, but it was also more. So much more than I was ready to deal with, especially when my body still buzzed from the half a dozen orgasms he’d give me. A smile touched my lips as I thought of those orgasms, hot and sweaty. Wildly out of control.
I shifted, squirming beneath his arm but Falcon’s grip only tightened. Even half asleep, Falcon was possessive as hell.
For a minute I closed my eyes and let myself sink into it, the warmth, the way his chest rose and fell against my back, the steady beat of his heart where it pressed against my spine. It felt safe, dangerously so, like no one in the world could touch me. But safety was an illusion.
A fact I knew all too well.
Slowly I peeled myself out from under his arm and made my way to the bathroom, locking what passed for a lock in the cheap motel.
I splashed water on my face and braced my palms on the sink, staring at the woman in the mirror.
At the dark smudges under my eyes, messy hair from Falcon’s big, capable hands, lips swollen from his punishing kisses.
I looked like someone who’d spent all night getting thoroughly fucked.
And a big part of me wanted to dive right back into bed and do it all over again.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Falcon was awake.
He sat on the edge of the bed with the phone pinched to his ear, his back to me as he listened to whoever had called before the sun rose.
“No,” he growled. “We’re not moving.” His body stiffened at whatever the other person said.
“Yeah well, he’s doing his fucking job. We lay low, that’s the smart move. ”
My arms instinctively wrapped around me, as if my subconscious knew I needed comforting.
“Yeah, fine. I’ll call you back.” He stabbed the screen harder than he needed to end the call and tossed the phone on the bed behind me.
“I guess everything isn’t okay?”
Falcon took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning to me. His eyes met mine for a flash of a moment before they trekked down my body, growing darker with the heat of desire. “You could say that.”
My body responded to his appraisal, but I shoved it down, ignoring my nudity to get the details I knew he wouldn’t give freely. “Well? Is it top secret biker news?”
His lips twitched. “That shit show that you snuck out of last night? Somebody fucking swatted the MC.”
I froze. Swatting. The words sank like lead in my gut. “Swatted? As in…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
“Yeah, someone called in a fake as fuck threat to get the cops to swarm the place.” His hands fisted in the bedspread as if that one act alone could tamp down his anger.
“If not for the fact that we have a good relationship with Sheriff Cross, last night could’ve been bad, Viv.
Really fucking bad.” His jaw flexed so hard I thought he’d crack a tooth. “TJ was there.”
My stomach twisted at the unspoken what ifs that swam in his eyes. He was here because I ran away instead of there with TJ where he belonged. “Everyone is okay, though?”
He nodded. “Yeah, the assholes—probably the fuckin’ Russians—called in saying that a woman was being held against her will. They knew that would make the law come down heavy, probably banking on a few shots being fired.”
The gravity of what he wasn’t saying hung heavy in the air. “They couldn’t have known about your relationship with the Sheriff.”
“Exactly,” he growled. “They were stirring up shit, trying to keep us off-balance.” Falcon did a terrible job of keeping his anger in check.
This is my fault.
Not because I ran away, but because I showed up.
Because I was still here in Steel City. It wasn’t just James and the Russians I had to worry about anymore.
I’d pulled Falcon and his MC into this mess, and instead of keeping our son safe, he was in more danger than ever.
“You have to go back,” I said, my voice a mixture of urgency and panic.
“TJ needs you. He’s probably terrified and confused. ”
He barked out a bitter, humorless laugh. “TJ is with Diesel’s family, safer than any kid in this county. Meanwhile my place is here with you.”
“No.” I shook my head and backed up a step. “Your place is with TJ. That’s the whole reason I brought him here, so he would be safe. With his father!”
“Somebody has to look after you. Clearly.”
“I’m fine,” I insisted. “TJ is your son and I’m just the mistake you keep making.”
His gaze flattened and he held up a finger. “Don’t do that, Viv.”
“Do what,” I asked. “Tell the truth?” My voice cracked and the words felt like bile in my throat.
“This, us hiding in a cheap motel room while the world burns around us, it’s the same goddamn bubble we lived in three years ago.
Remember that?” I let out a sharp, bitter laugh.
“Pretending we could stay shut away forever and that no one could touch us?”
“Yeah and no one did touch us. Don’t forget that part.” His voice echoed on the walls. “It was good, Viv.”
“No,” I shook my head. “It was great. The best two weeks of my life, at least until reality interrupted and I lost my career and my life in one fell swoop.” My shoulders shook but I refused to let that damn sob escape.
“I’m not blaming you, but this,” I motioned to the space between us.
“This thing between us, no matter how incredible, is distracting you from TJ.”
“I disagree.” He stood and took a step forward. “You can’t be out here all alone.”
I folded my arms and notched my chin high in the air. “I can. Hell, I was out here with a child on my hip, and we managed just fine. I’ll be fine, and if I’m not, well TJ will be because you’ll make sure of it. Right?”
His jaw clenched hard and his nostrils flared like an angry bull. “You know damn well I will, but that’s not what we’re talking about now.” Falcon took another step forward.
“That’s all we’re talking about,” I insisted weakly.
He took another step forward.
In response, I took a step back.
His lips curled into a predatory grin as he crossed the room.
The air was thick with everything neither of us were saying.
All the things that neither of us could afford to say.
But then his hands were there, cupping my face, a move that forced me to meet his gaze.
“Listen to me really fucking good Viv because I’m only gonna say this once.
I’m not leaving you. Not again. You can kick and you can scream and even try to shove me away, but I won’t do it. Not this time.”
The words, the air got stuck in my throat.
Something inside of me cracked open. Maybe it was weakness.
Maybe it was desperation. That starving part of me that had missed him every single hour of every damn day we’d been apart.
I stared into his eyes, drowning in their intensity until I couldn’t stand it.
I surged up onto my toes and pressed my lips to his, kissing him hard enough to bruise.
Falcon growled from deep in his chest, smiling against my lips.
And then he took over the kiss, his mouth crushed mine while his hands gripped my hips so possessively, so tight I knew there would be bruises tomorrow.
Whatever argument I’d been about to make burned in the embers of that kiss, replaced by the kind of raw hunger that refused to accept anything other than absolute submission.
We stumbled to the bed where Falcon shoved me down, covering my naked body with his.
“Right here is where I fucking belong.” His words were dark and intense, hitting me in all the right places.
His mouth claimed mine again, kissing me until I was breathless until he pulled back and dragged his lips all over my bare flesh.
“Fuck,” he growled against the space between my tits.
I laughed giddily. I was breathless and feeling reckless, because heaven help me, but I loved that he couldn’t hold himself back. That I turned this big strong man into something wild.
“Still smiling?” He asked the question with a smile. His fingertips dug into my hips and thighs, spreading me wide. “You’re fucking drenched, babe.”
“What can I say, your mouth has that effect on me.” I loved teasing him as much as I loved driving him crazy.
“Good.” His gaze was black with desire as he watched me.
I watched back, unable to look away from the sight of him with his tongue spread wide as he lowered to my pussy, pressing long, flat swipes against my clit. “Fuck.”
His eyes smiled up at me, never looking away as he proceeded to do the most wicked things to my pussy. He licked me, flicked his tongue against my clit, and fucked me with his tongue and his fingers. Falcon teased me mercilessly, bringing me to the edge only to pump the brakes and start over again.
“Falcon, please!” I knew how much he got off on my begging and sadly that wasn’t even the reason. “I need to come. Please make me come.”
“I’ll tell you when,” he growled before burying his whole damn face between my thighs. He grunted and growled while he ate me, sucking my clit while two fingers pumped in and out of my leaking body.
“Fuck!”
“Come for me, Viv. Now.” He tugged my clit between his tongue and his top lip, a rolling sucking move that nudged me closer and closer to that just out of reach precipice. And then I felt the stretch of a third finger and then my whole world fell apart.
My body bucked up against his touch before freezing for a lifetime.
And then the orgasm shot up my body like a rocket, shaking me violently as Falcon’s name dripped from my lips.
“Oh fuck, Falcon! Yes! Oh, yes!” My fingers tangled in his hair and my hips continued moving against his touch until it was too much.
He held me in place and licked me until every aftershock left my body, and then he licked me some more.
I wanted to push him away, but I was powerless. How could anyone in their right mind put a stop to this kind of pleasure? I’m only human.
Falcon’s fingers pulled out nearly completely before he slid them deep, repeating the move at an achingly slow pace that was pure, erotic torture.
“Hey,” I warned as I felt a different type of orgasm rise within me.
“Give it to me,” he demanded, still moving his mouth and tongue slowly. So fucking slowly.
But I was too on edge to give him a smart ass answer, so I gave him what we both wanted, another, much wetter orgasm that coated his face, nearly drowning him before I came down.
“Oh, fuck!” Tremors rocked my body and I felt boneless, weightless, as if I was actually floating on a cloud. “That was insane.”
“Hot,” he corrected with a shiny smile. “That was hot as fuck, Viv.”
It was. I smiled, nodding in agreement. “Yet as good as it was, I still need… more.”
“Fuck yeah,” he shot back and got to his knees, bending over to press his lips to mine in a feather soft kiss that was just enough to give me a taste of myself. “See how good you taste? I could eat your pussy every fucking day for breakfast. And dessert.”
“I’d let you,” I admitted on a shaky whisper as he dragged my legs up his chest until my ankles rested on his shoulders.
“God, Viv, the sounds you make when I eat your pussy.” He nudged me with his cock. “The things it does to me.”
“Hard things,” I sighed. “Long things. Thick things.”
“Fuck,” he growled, nudging his thick head against my opening. He tortured me with shallow strokes that only teased me and made me want more. His arms wrapped around my legs, holding me close to his chest as he sank deeper and deeper with every stroke. “So fucking good.”
Already my body was barreling towards another orgasm, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. But I could drive him wild, so I grabbed my tits and played with my nipples, giving him a show that made him pound into me harder and deeper.
“Viv.”
Just that one word. Just half of my name and it was like tossing a match inside a vat of gasoline, explosive and all-consuming. “Oh. My. God.”
Falcon fucked me harder, smacking my ass with one hand while he nibbled at my calf and ankles.
“Fuck. Viv.” He growled those two words again and again, gripping me possessively while he fucked me wild and hard and fast. And finally, blessedly, his cock exploded inside of me.
His seed flooding my body until I was so full I thought I would burst. “Fuck,” he grunted one final time before kissing one ankle and then the other.
He released my legs and fell on top of me, bracing his weight on his forearms. “Viv, you fuckin’ wrecked me. ”
I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Right back atcha. Not sure I’ll be able to walk for a few hours.”
“Good.” His lips pressed against mine, hot and possessive. “Because you’re not going anywhere.” With those words and another possessive kiss, Falcon rolled to his side and faced me, watching me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
It was an intoxicating thought considering I knew just how much shit was going on in his life. But still, the weight of his gaze, as if he could pin me to this moment and never let me go?
It was so incredible I almost believed it.