Chapter 28
E ven after a late night at the hospital, I woke up early to watch the sunrise from the back deck. Much to my disappointment, I’m stuck drinking water instead of coffee—doctor’s orders to avoid acidic drinks and to stick to a bland diet for a few days.
Fallon was still asleep when I got out of bed. Last night was supposed to be romantic, but it ended with me in a hospital bed, with severe stomach cramps, sweating like a pig, and making for a less-than-glamorous date night. Yet, she took it in stride, and there’s no one else I would rather have had at my bedside.
As I stare out at the lake, I breathe in the fresh air and take in the calm.
When this property came on the market a few years ago, I made a generous offer within hours of it being listed. Like I told Fallon, Aspen Grove will always be home—it’s where my family is, and laying down roots here felt right. I bought the full two hundred acres, and while I knew I wanted to build a cabin, I didn’t have concrete plans for the rest. Lately, I’ve caught myself picturing it as a place where my nieces and nephews, and hopefully my own kids, can explore the property, build forts, share stories by bonfires, and maybe even build their own cabins here one day.
I’m surprised when I catch myself smiling. I’m not the type to get lost in thoughts about my future. Success has always been about tangible achievements and hitting milestones. Yet, being in Aspen Grove with Fallon is proof that sometimes the best things in life are ones you didn’t plan for.
After I finish my bland water, I head inside where Fallon is in the kitchen wearing a tank top and shorts, moving around with ease. When I designed the cabin, I spared no expense for the kitchen with exposed wooden beams, quartz countertops, and high-end stainless-steel appliances. There was no particular reason other than wanting a space where family and friends could gather when we’re not able to go to my parents’ house.
My imagination runs wild, thinking of how we could find a way to spend half our time here and half in New York. Which would give her a quiet place to finish her cookbook and make plans for her restaurant.
She glances over at me. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” Her voice is sweet and husky.
“Much better.” I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, peppering kisses along her neck. “What are you making?”
There are a dozen strawberries and a bottle of canola oil on the counter.
“Chocolate-dipped strawberries and homemade chocolate bars. I wanted to make something special for Lola’s birthday.” The microwave beeps and Fallon moves over to take out a bowl of melted milk chocolate. She stirs it with a spoon before bringing it over to the counter. “Last night, your mom showed me how to place an online order at Main Street Market, and it was delivered this morning. Didn’t think that would be an option in a small town.”
“I’m glad you were able to get what you need. I really appreciate you taking care of me last night. I wanted it to be a romantic night out, and it turned out to be anything but.”
She turns to me, running a hand along my five o’clock shadow, and kisses me. “I’m just glad I got to spend it with you.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me, trouble,” I tease and she squeals when I lift her up, setting her on the countertop.
“We can’t have that, now, can we?” she taunts.
My cock stirs when she wraps her legs around my waist and tugs me flush with her body. I lean in, grazing my teeth along her earlobe, enjoying the way she melts into my touch, as she lets out a shaky breath. I glance down at her full breasts peeking out of her tank top, and my mouth salivates for something sweet.
An idea comes to mind as I reach for the bowl of chocolate and strawberries.
“I’ve been thinking. You’re a chef, but we haven’t taken full advantage of that fact,” I drawl.
Fallon eyes me suspiciously as I take a strawberry from the bowl and slowly dip it in the melted chocolate, twisting it around to cover the whole thing. I lift it to her mouth, holding my hand underneath to keep it from dripping.
“Have a taste, baby.”
She parts her lips, and takes a bite. Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the sweetness.
“See, I have this roommate who’s hot as fuck when she struts around the kitchen in her shorts and tank top, and I can’t get enough of watching her hips sway as she cooks.”
Fallon opens her eyes as I gently wipe a smudge of chocolate from her bottom lip, bringing my finger to my mouth to suck it off.
“Delicious,” I say, my gaze locked on Fallon. “I have this fantasy involving strawberries, chocolate and you naked.”
The corners of her mouth twitch, her blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Show me.”
Damn, she’s so fucking sexy.
“Take off your shirt,” I instruct, my voice low.
I set the strawberry on the counter next to her, waiting to see what she’ll do next. I’m half expecting her to mess with me, so I’m captivated when Fallon shoots me a mischievous grin as she slowly pulls her tank top off, teasing me with a glimpse of her purple lace bra. When she reaches behind her, I place my hand on her shoulder to stop her.
“Let me help,” I state, leaving no room for discussion.
I lean forward to kiss the swells of her breasts, and she shivers, a trail of goose bumps scattering across her arms at my touch. With ease, I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her plump breasts are sexy as fuck, and I bend down to greedily take one of her rosy nipples in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth and pinching the other nipple between my fingers.
“Oh, god,” Fallon moans, sending a jolt of pleasure to my dick.
Foreplay is one of my favorite parts about sex with her. She’s so damn responsive and likes a little pain with her pleasure. She lifts her hips when I tap on her thigh, and I keep my gaze pinned on her as I drag down her shorts and blue panties, tossing them to the side.
“You’re so pretty,” I say reverently.
“You have too many clothes on,” she pouts.
“Well, in that case.” I tug off my T-shirt and toss it on the ground.
When I look over at Fallon, her eyes are wide, and she’s licking her lips. “You’re very pretty too.”
She drags her finger along my abs, following the curve of my waistband. She nibbles on her lower lip as she watches me pull down and step out of my pants and boxers, revealing my cock proudly jutting out, pre-cum leaking from the tip. A testament to the chokehold Fallon has on me.
She isn’t the only one affected by this little game.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
There’s a beat of silence before she runs a hand along my arm, giving me a warm smile. “Yes, I do.”
I sigh in relief, returning her smile. After all we’ve been through, earning her trust is a privilege I’ll never take for granted. She’s claimed me—and I’d do anything for her. I lean over and grab a clean kitchen towel out of the drawer and gently brush away a few stray hairs from Fallon’s face.
“I’m going to blindfold you. Alright?”
“But then I don’t get to see you,” she frowns, glancing at my abs.
I bring her hands to my chest. “For a few minutes, I want you to focus on what you feel , and if that’s my abs, I won’t complain,” I say, my lips curving upward.
She runs her fingers slowly down my stomach, mapping the contours of each muscle. “You should be grateful I’m so easily distracted.” She laughs softly.
I fold the towel and wrap it around her head, tying a knot at the back. Her breathing is shallow and I take her hand in mine, kissing her fingertips. There’s something intoxicating about having this woman’s irrevocable trust and at my mercy, leaving me feeling both powerful and humbled.
I gaze at Fallon with an insatiable hunger I can’t contain. “This might be warm,” I warn.
She nods slightly as I grab the strawberry I set aside earlier and dip it into the melted chocolate again. Thankfully, there’s another bag of chocolate on the kitchen table that she can use for Lola’s desserts, since I’ve claimed this batch for a more pressing need.
Fallon gasps when the tip of the strawberry connects with her supple breast, shivering underneath my touch. I glide it in swirling motions, covering her nipple in melted chocolate and stroking back and forth in a teasing fashion, watching it grow taut under my ministrations.
I lower the strawberry back in the chocolate and draw wavy lines on her other breast, slowly dragging the piece of fruit along the sides. I furrow my brow in concentration as I move across her chest, creating a trail of chocolate to her lips.
I press the fruit to her mouth. “Suck,” I demand, groaning when she does as I ask, and strawberry juice trickles down her chin.
Unable to control my temptation, I lean forward and lick it off, eliciting a moan from Fallon. I continue my exploration as I trail my tongue down her chest and across her left breast, cleaning the chocolate from her skin.
“You taste so damn good, baby,” I murmur.
She has one hand propped on the counter, while her other hand is draped around my neck.
My tongue continues to lavish her breast as I place one hand on her hip,and with the other I tease her pussy, noting how wet she is after playing. Slowly I sink one and then two fingersinside her pussy, the crude sound of her arousal is music to my ears as she shamelessly grinds against my palm. “Oh, fuck, Harrison.”
“Damn, you’re fucking drenched.” I lower my mouth to her ear. “You have no idea how much pleasuring you turns me on. I live for those little whimpers out of that sweet mouth and the way your hips buck every time I curl my tongue around your clit. When you squeeze your knees around my head, I know you’re close to coming, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt in my life.”
She whimpers, unable to find her voice.
I pump my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm while massaging her clit in languid circles.
“You’re such a greedy little thing,” I goad her. “When you come, it’ll be around my dick.”
I remove Fallon’s blindfold, and she blinks up at me. Her eyes glistening.
“Are you alright, trouble?”
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to seeing what creative things you can do with other fruits,” she says, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“My little chef likes food play. We’re not done until I’ve fucked that perfect pussy of yours.” I take hold of my cock, sliding it around her entrance, coating myself in her arousal.
She inhales deeply when I line myself up at her entrance, impaling her in a single thrust. I stroke my hand through her hair, giving her a moment to adjust. When I gaze down at us joined together, my breathing picks up, loving the fact that she’s stuffed full of my dick.
Fallon molds her mouth to mine, and I caress her cheek, deepening our kiss. Something spurs me on as if we’re in a race against the clock as I pick up my pace, letting go of my last ounce of self-control. With every thrust, I feel her clench around me, only intensifying how fucking good she feels.
My senses become heightened, and I’m acutely aware of her sweet groans as she ascends further into her bliss. Her fingernails sink into my skin, clinging to me as if I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.
“I’m so close,” she pants.
I slant my mouth across hers, kissing her fervently as I buck my hips, picking up my pace. All rational thinking is gone as the primal sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air. Fallon’s eyes glaze over as she flies higher into oblivion, digging her fingernails into the nape of my neck, and I relish the flash of pain.
We kiss roughly and I’m aware of the faint, metallic taste of blood when she bites down hard on my lip. It sends my release barreling forward like a freight train, and I reach between us, moving my thumb in circles against her clit until she’s writhing beneath me, chasing her release.
“Scream for me, baby,” I encourage her. “There’s no one here but us.”
She lets out a throaty cry as her eyes meet mine, connecting with a charged silence.
Fallon is like a drug, and I’m always craving another fix. From the moment she waltzed into my life with a sassy smile and a bottle of champagne, to lingering in my mind for ten years, she’s now the only future I see. No intervention will ever break this addiction—and I don’t want one.
I’m falling in love with Fallon Hayes, and it feels like it was always meant to be.
“Come for me.” My command is irrefutable, and after a few more strokes of her clit, she detonates like a bomb. She tremors as her orgasm rips through her, and I follow right behind as my climax shudders through me.
I rest my head against her forehead, trying to catch my breath. When I glance down, I see the chocolate smeared over our skin.
“Damn, you made a mess, trouble,” I say, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her forehead.
“I’d like to see you get creative with a cherry and whipped cream the next time we play.” She winks as she hops off the counter, her gorgeous backside swaying.
I smile, admiring the view. “I see you’re already plotting our next round. You might regret giving me ideas.”
Fallon stops in the doorway and grins. “I think I’ll manage. Now, are you joining me in the shower, or do I have to wash all this off myself?” She motions to the chocolate on her chest.
I push off the counter. “Joining you. Definitely joining you.”
As I follow her into the bathroom, I welcome the sense of calm washing over me. I want every day with Fallon to be like this—where the ordinary turns extraordinary because we’re together. And I can only hope this is the start of our forever.