CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Kye
IRAN A TOWEL OVER MY HEAD, ATTEMPTING TO WRING THE worst of the water out of my hair. Every part of my body hurt. But it was more. The ache had settled into the very recesses of my soul.
Between Fallon’s close call, Hayden’s breakdown, and Clem and Gracie shedding more than a few tears, I felt like I’d been battered against a rocky shore over and over again. But the Colson crew had rallied for us all, like they always did.
We’d eaten and laughed. They’d told the girls funny stories from growing up, making my sisters feel like they were a part of us—because they were.
Hanging up my towel, I quickly brushed my teeth and then headed out into the bedroom. I came up short at the sight of Fallon slipping back into the room. She was wearing another set of ridiculous pajamas that somehow managed to be sexy.
“Are those dinosaur pajamas?” I asked, one corner of my mouth kicking up.
Pink hit the apples of her cheeks. “You know I love Jurassic Park.”
“Because you have good taste. It’s the best movie ever made.”
“I thought that was Die Hard?” she challenged.
“Die Hard is the best Christmas movie. Jurassic Park is the best all-around movie.”
Her perfectly plump lips twitched. “Good to know.”
We stood there in the quiet of the bedroom for a moment, neither of us quite sure what to do. But when Fal twisted her fingers in the hem of her pajama top, letting her nerves show, I couldn’t stop myself. I simply opened my arms.
She didn’t hesitate, just walked straight into my embrace. I sometimes swore it was like our bodies were made with each other in mind. She was so small compared to my broad form, but we were like two puzzle pieces that only fit and worked with one another.
“What were you doing out there?” I asked as I held her.
“I just wanted to peek in on the girls one more time.”
The invisible fist that lived inside my chest squeezed harder. “They’re so damn lucky to have you.”
“As hard as today was … it felt like a breakthrough.”
My fingers tangled in Fallon’s silky blond strands. “Sometimes, it takes the bad to wake us up to the good.”
“Maybe you’re right. But I’d take just living in the good for a while.”
My lips skimmed the top of her head. “I wouldn’t mind that either. How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted but okay,” she said softly.
I maneuvered her toward her side of the bed and pulled back the covers. “In you go.”
A smile played on her lips. “Gonna read me a bedtime story, too? You’re pretty good at the voices.”
I laughed as I rounded the bed and got in beside her. “No. But I’ll put Supernatural on my phone until you fall asleep.”
She grinned full-out, burrowing into my side. “You always know just what I need.”
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. I just wished I could be the man she deserved.
Fallon was everywhere. All around me. Her scent. The feel of her. Her sighs. My hips arched into her as my hand slid between her thighs, finding that bundle of nerves. Fire scorched my fingers. Everything about her was just short of too much.
A soft moan teased my ears, blending sleep and wakefulness. My hips flexed on instinct, and the moans deepened, changing in tenor and ferocity. A backside pressed into me, making my dick throb.
My eyes flew open.
Darkness still engulfed the room as only the first shades of pink peeked through the windows. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I could feel it.
My hand was down Fallon’s pajama pants, sliding through wet heat. A curse flew from my mouth, and Fallon froze, waking instantly.
I started to move my hand, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. “I’m sorry. I—”
Fallon’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, stilling. “Please. Don’t. Don’t take what I need from me.”
Fucking hell.
My dick throbbed, wanting one thing and one thing only. Something it’d never get. But Fallon? I couldn’t deny her any-damn-thing.
My hand shifted again, fingers spreading her, sliding through that wet heat and relishing every moment of it. “Sparrow,” I growled.
“Please,” she begged.
My resolve was dust. I slid two fingers inside her and nearly cursed again. She gripped me like a vise, so damn greedy and perfect. “Need to come?”
“Yes,” Fallon breathed.
My hips flexed into her, my dick nestled between her ass cheeks. Fallon let out a moan as she pressed back, giving me the friction I was desperate for.
“Heaven,” I whispered against her ear. “Gripping my fingers like you’re never gonna let me go.”
“I’m. Not.” Fallon spoke each word between panted breaths.
And God, it felt like a promise I desperately wanted to hold on to, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
My fingers pumped in and out of Fallon as her body bent and bowed. She moved so damn freely, not thinking about what she should be doing but reaching for everything she wanted.
She met me thrust for thrust, and I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my other hand under her top. I palmed her breast and let out a groan, pressing harder into her backside. “So fucking perfect. Skin like warm silk. Pert little nipples my mouth is watering for.”
I circled the peak with my fingers, twisting and toying.
“Kyler.” My name was a prayer on her lips. And it set me aflame.
My fingers thrust deeper, circling, stretching, then curving to drag down her walls. “Tell me. Tell me what you want. What you like. Show me.”
Fallon gripped my wrist, controlling my movements and speed. She circled my fingers slower and wider as her mouth formed that perfect O.
This was the thing about Fal and me. We knew the parts of each other we hid from the light. We knew each other so deeply there was no shame or shyness. We could ask for what we wanted, what we needed.
As Fallon showed me exactly what she wanted and needed, how to give her pleasure, her fingers loosened their grip. And I knew I’d learned. Learned from the beauty she’d shown me, just like always.
I followed that cadence, the circling stretch, my breaths coming faster as my dick pulsed, wanting nothing but release.
My other hand slid down from Fallon’s breast to the apex of her thighs. She let out an almost pained mewling noise as I found that bundle of nerves. My finger stilled.
“Don’t stop. Kyler. Don’t stop.”
My name was sheer command, and I did exactly as I was told. My finger circled her clit, teasing and toying as my other fingers pumped in and out. Fallon’s whole body shook as she tried to hold back.
“Let go,” I whispered. “Let me feel you. All of you. I don’t want to miss a damn thing.”
Sparks of fire lit beneath my skin as Fallon let out a sound that wasn’t entirely human. She clamped down on my fingers as hers fisted the blankets. Her body arched, head thrown back, ass pressed hard into me. My dick had met its match. Her orgasm lit the fuse for mine, and I lost myself in her.
It was the best goddamned feeling, and I wasn’t even inside her.
Fallon’s body rocked in waves, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me, not letting me hide even one damn thing from her. Just like always.
As my eyes opened with my fingers still inside her, sheer terror set in. The force of it stole my breath and turned my muscles to stone.
No. No. No.
It was too good. Too perfect. Too pure.
Everything I wasn’t.
I pulled my fingers from her, the terror digging in deep. I wouldn’t ruin her. Wouldn’t taint her. Wouldn’t give her my darkness.
“I’m sorry,” I choked out. “I can’t.” I tore the covers back and, like a coward, I ran.