Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
FALLON
Love and Mosquitoes
“Elizabeth,” I warn her, struggling to keep the truck in its lane as her lips do wicked things to my ear.
Her clever fingers pop the button of my jeans. “Up ahead. Take a left.”
I glance around. We’re in the middle of nowhere on a long stretch of road about a mile from the Fields.
“Where?” I don’t see anything but forest and darkness.
Her breathy chuckle goes straight to my throbbing cock that wants inside her right fucking now. “Dirt road up ahead.”
Her hand snakes its way under the zippered fly of my jeans, and I slam on the brakes when I almost miss the side road.
“Behave.”
She licks up my neck. “Make me.”
She can count on it. “Those are dangerous words, Kitten.”
“I hope so,” she replies, and I almost come in her hand when she strokes the barbell piercing like it’s her favorite plaything.
Deciding we’re far enough from the road where no one can see us, I hastily throw the truck into park, not bothering to turn off the engine. Grabbing the back of her neck, I haul her to me and plunder her sweet mouth, the taste of her making me feral.
Moaning into our kiss, she fumbles with the seat belt. “Get this thing off me.”
I nudge her hands out of the way and do it myself.
As soon as she’s free, she clambers into my lap, not caring that the steering wheel must be digging into her back, and our kiss goes from desperate to nuclear.
The sultry mewl she makes is like wildfire to dry kindling, and she makes it almost impossible not to ravage her right here in the driver’s seat.
Taking her hips, I grind her against my aching cock.
Her head dips on a moan, her jasmine-scented hair spilling over her shoulders like a golden waterfall, but it’s her radiant smile that truly wrecks me, hitting me straight in the chest. I’m completely captivated as I watch her move, her body a wonderland of sybaritic delights.
Elizabeth is a paradox—a masterpiece of contrasts.
Fearless and tender, yet soft and sweet.
Innocent and sexy. Daring and brilliant.
I’m addicted to her, consumed by her. Crave her.
Love her with every decrepit, blackened part of my soul.
Those gorgeous clover-green eyes sparkle under the moonlight coming in through the windshield when they look at me.
No woman has ever looked at me the way she does.
Elizabeth sees past all the bullshit and ego and the walls I was forced to build to survive.
She sees the lost little boy and the man he became.
She sees the heart he holds out to her, begging for her to take it, knowing it will always be safe with her.
“You deserve better.” My voice wavers with unwanted vulnerability.
There’s a shift behind her pale greens, like the tiniest of embers igniting into the most dangerous of blazes. “I deserve you , just the way you are.”
Nothing I have done in my life warrants such a gift. “I love you so fucking much.”
She brings my hand up to rest over her heart, something I’ve noticed she likes doing. I count the fast beats that pulse under my palm. Our eyes meet, and she destroys me when she says, “And never doubt, not for one second, that I fucking love you right back, Fallon Parker Montgomery.”
I go rigid at her declaration. I’ve spent a lifetime longing to hear her say those words, but somehow, hearing them now seems unreal.
During our night of confessions in Barcelona when I told her about my childhood, she said she loved me.
But I knew it was the love of a friend she was offering, not the love of her heart.
Her heart belonged to Ry. But it was a nice fantasy to live in for a little while.
Love had always been a lie in my world. Something used to manipulate, control, or abuse. I told Elizabeth as such. I didn’t want it, didn’t think myself capable of feeling it. Never believed in it.
Until her.
“What did you say?”
“I love you.” The truth of her feelings shines within the tears in her eyes.
Time collapses. Every agonizing night spent longing for her coalesces into this one fragile, breathless moment.
She loves me. The words unravel years of restraint, of convincing myself that she would never— could never —love me the way I loved her.
Love me the way she loved Jay and Ry. But she does. Holy fuck, she does .
She takes my face and presses a tender kiss to my mouth. “I love you, Fallon,” she says again, and hearing her say it a third time hits me just as hard.
I want to tell her that she has been the rhythm of my heartbeat for as long as I can remember, but for some reason, the words can’t get past the constriction in my throat.
A sharp, ragged breath tears through me, leaving my chest aching, and my hands tremble as if afraid to reach for what I’ve always wanted.
Like I’m afraid to touch something so fragile, my fingertips brush along her cheek. “Say it again,” I husk out, my voice hoarse and laced with need.
Her smile blossoms. “I love?—”
I don’t give her a chance to finish because my lips crash onto hers.
Our spoken words of love linger sweetly around us, but the way we go at each other is far from it.
“There’s a blanket in the back. Hurry,” she says as she slides her hands under my shirt to play with my nipples.
I groan when she gyrates her hips, the friction a delicious ache against my rock-hard dick. “Hold on to me,” is all the warning I give.
Opening the driver’s side door, she bands her legs around me as I carry her out of the truck.
Stars shine above us, the moon a waning gibbous, its soft light enough for me to see in the dark.
“Tailgate.” She reaches out blindly to pull the handle.
It falls open, and I set her down to get the blanket, but she has other plans.
She quickly strips out of her shirt and shorts, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
Her pale skin glistens under the moonlight, every inch of her magnificent body exposed to my heated gaze.
Tossing the clothing aside, she stands unabashedly naked before me, a goddess among mortals.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
Her beauty leaves me breathless. But it’s not only her body I want so badly. It’s all of her. Her compassion and bravery, her intellect and her heart. Her pain and her strength. Everything about her is absolutely beautiful.
“Fallon, please , touch me,” she entreats.
Not able to control myself, I set her on the end of the tailgate, the blunt nails of my fingers digging into her ass as lurid fantasies of every filthy thing I want to do to her run rampant.
Ripping my shirt over my head, I drape it over her shoulders. “Lie back, baby.”
She immediately obeys, and I take in every gorgeous inch of her.
The elongated, sensuous line of her body when she raises her arms above her head.
The way her blonde tresses fan around her.
How her nipples tighten into dusky pink buds.
The blue butterflies inked up her side. The prurient smile that graces her kiss-swollen lips.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you.” Running my hands down her legs from thigh to ankle, I gently set her feet on the end of the tailgate.
She widens her knees, giving me a glimpse of the paradise between her legs. “I want you to do every single one.”
Fuck, yes.
“Touch yourself, Kitten.”
She doesn’t balk at my challenge. She meets it with her own, daring me to watch as her hand teases down her chest, her stomach, then slowly, ever so slowly, moving lower.
The beast contained within snarls with satisfaction when she dips two fingers inside her heat, her back arching, lost in her own pleasure.
Watching her, she fulfills every debauched dream I’ve ever had of her.
Elizabeth used to be self-conscious about her scars.
I love that she owns them and doesn’t try to hide them.
She once told me that our scars aren’t a weakness, but a strength.
When I look at her, all I see is perfection and a woman who is stronger than any person I know.
She survived unspeakable horrors and great loss, yet she still views the world that took everything from her with untainted innocence.
I take her hand and bring it to my lips, sucking each finger into my mouth. “Mine,” I say, shedding my jeans and moving between her outstretched thighs, my need to be inside her consuming every other thought in my head.
Bending over her, her fingernails scrape along my scalp and thread through my hair as I lick a decadent line up the middle of her torso from pubis to sternum. Her smooth, soft skin tastes like honeysuckle. When I get to her luscious, full breasts, her pink-flushed nipples are too much to resist.
“That feels so good,” she moans as I work her tight buds with my tongue, knowing I can make her come like this. But not yet.
Shackling her wrists in one hand, I pin them flat to the bed of the truck.
Her breath hitches when I stretch her out like a sacrifice on an altar.
Elizabeth writhes under me, beckoning me to take what I want.
I give myself a moment to let my gaze travel across the curves of her body dappled by starlight. Such a stunning sight.
Giving in to my need to claim her, my lips go on a frenzy of exploration across her goose-fleshed skin, her breasts, her stomach, down the inside of her thigh, where I administer a love bite to mark her.
“ I need you .” Gripping my neck, she urges me up to her mouth, her plush lips welcoming me, our tongues dancing a lover’s song.
Every time I kiss her, it’s like the first time—thrilling, heart-pounding, soul-shattering. I’m not na?ve. I know that it’s different with her. That every kiss means something. Because I love her.
She hooks her feet around my upper thighs and tries to pull me to her and glares narrowed eyes at me when I resist.
“Want something, Kitten?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Such filthy words from my angel.
“Patience, baby.” I chuckle, enjoying the game. Cat and mouse. We’ve always been like that.
Curving my hands under her lower back, I lift her up, the heat of my breath cascading over her navel as I nip a trail down her quivering stomach, inching closer to the heaven I’m about to feast on.
“ Yes! ” she cries, her hands fisting my hair when I thrust my tongue deep inside her.
It doesn’t take long for me to bring her to the cusp of orgasm.
Seconds after I put my mouth on her, Elizabeth explodes, my name falling from her lips in the most erotic way.
I don’t give her a chance to recover. I attack her clit again like it’s my mission in life.
I bring her to the edge over and over, building her up only to deny her the release she’s desperate for.
“You’re a sadist,” she says when I won’t let her come.
With a devil-may-care grin, I rest my chin on her stomach like I have all fucking night. “You need something, sweetheart?”
She lifts up onto her elbows and glowers down at me. “My vibrator.”
She has a vibrator? My brain dives straight into the gutter, imagining her using it.
“You’re going to show me as soon as we get home.”
Home. Not the Montgomery estate. Her. The kids.
“It’s in the drawer of my nightstand. But why would I want that when I can have this?”
I suck in a harsh breath when her delicate hand curves around my shaft, her thumb playing with the metal barbell of my piercing.
“Good point.”
Her smile is luminous. “I thought so,” she smugly says, and I smile as I kiss her.
Sex used to be a means to an end. A way to block out the world and lose myself in a woman’s body.
Sex was never fun. It was never playful.
It was quick and raunchy and over before it ever started.
Being with Elizabeth is different. The sex is still dirty when we want it that way, but it can also be tender. Poignant. Life-affirming. Whimsical.
Needing her more than I need breath in my lungs, I take her hips and slide her to the end of the tailgate. In one punishing, effortless thrust, I push past her resistance, and her walls clamp down. I grit my teeth, giving myself a second because she’s so tight.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I demand, placing my hand between her breasts to hold her in place.
“I’m yours.” Her fingernails gouge deep grooves into my biceps as I pound into her.
Another deep thrust. Her entire body locks tight, and she climaxes spectacularly. That euphoria I only feel with her bursts out of me, and I moan her name as I come.
Gathering her in my arms, I pull her upright and tenderly kiss her lips. “Thank you for loving me.”
This woman is my home and my heart. I may not be her forever like Ry was, but she’s my forever.
Elizabeth presses her nose into my neck, breathing deeply, her arms holding me tight. “Falling in love with you was easy, even when it scared the shit out of me.”
Hearing her say she loves me again, I harden inside her. She pulls back in my arms, her eyes wide with amazement.
“The damn thing is like Pavlov’s dog when it comes to you.”
She fucking giggles, and I kiss her smiling lips.
“I’m not complaining. But we need to get that blanket. I think a mosquito just bit my ass.”