Chapter 7 A Killer Lay
seven
a killer lay
a week later
Fallon
It seemed simple enough—kill Evander Foley.
The thought had crossed my mind countless times.
I'd even pictured myself going to his house, gun in hand, but the reality always slammed back: I wouldn't make it out alive.
He knew I was after him—that I wanted payback for what he'd done.
Any friendly overture would be met with cold calculation—a trap.
How to breach his fortress of security had become an all-consuming puzzle, a week-long mental block.
"How's it going?" Brady asked, refilling my coffee.
"Shit," I groaned, banging my forehead lightly against the kitchen table. "Nothing. Not a single decent idea."
"Anything more on the black Lexus?"
My head snapped up. I stared at him, caught. How could I explain I'd been out for drinks with the guy? I didn't know if I could trust him, but when he smiled… all my suspicions seemed to melt away. Was I losing my edge? I shook my head, forcing myself to meet Brady's concerned gaze.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, confusion etched on his face. "You're not thinking of confronting him, are you?"
I saw the worry in his eyes, and a decision bloomed. It was a risk, but maybe it was time to let someone in. When I didn't answer, he gave me a searching look. I stalled, sipping my spiked coffee. Brady always knew when I was holding back.
"Fallon, what the hell did you do?" He growled, fists clenched but voice low, keeping it from Julian.
"Nothing, Brady. I just told him to get lost…" My words trailed off, hoping he'd drop it. But he didn't.
"And?" He waited, tapping his foot, and I mimicked the motion, tapping my pinky against my thigh seven times.
"...and I put a tracker on his car and went to his house," I finally admitted, a small wave of relief washing over me. But he knew there was more.
"Please tell me you didn't sleep with him."
I glared. "No, I didn't sleep with him, asshole."
Brady relaxed slightly, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn't completely convinced. "Fine," he muttered, "but next time, just tell me what you're planning before you go do something fucking stupid."
I nodded, the realization hitting me: I should have confided in him from the start. In the silence, guilt gnawed at me. I'd dragged Brady into my mess. But I also knew I couldn't have handled War's harassment alone.
"Thanks for having my back, Brady," I said, finally.
He gave me a half-smile, ruffling my hair. "That's what brothers are for, Fallon. Just promise me you won't pull another stunt like that."
I nodded, relief flooding through me. With Brady, I knew I could face anything. Taking another sip of coffee, I felt a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support.
"Look, maybe we should work together on this. Two heads are better than one, right?" His eyes widened, and then a small smile crept onto his face.
"I'm in," Brady said, jaw tight. "Let's take that son of a bitch down."
And just like that, the plan began to crystallize. It was risky, but with Brady's confidence bolstering me, I finally felt like I had a shot at revenge. I quickly finished my coffee, stood up, and prepared to put our plan into action.
Evander Foley had no idea what was coming. And this time, I was determined to survive.
As I headed upstairs, Julian stopped me. His bright green eyes always snagged me, pulling me in. I’d get lost in them, seeing so many memories.
“Fallon, are you busy?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts… again, which was fine. Thinking about that was too painful.
“Uncle Hitch is coming over, but no, I'm free, kiddo. What's up?” I asked, following him up the stairs, my arms full.
“I wanted you to go Christmas tree shopping with us tonight.” He smiled, patiently waiting for my answer—damn, he was persistent, reminding me so much of someone else I knew.
“Did you hear me, Fallon?” His small voice cracked, and I pulled him into my arms, hugging him tightly. “Of course, I’ll come with you guys.”
Hours later Hitch sauntered in, that sexy smirk permanently etched on his face, leaning against the banister.
"Hey, crazy girl," he said, flirting, a dark, primal hunger swirling in his piercing blue eyes. It ignited me, a familiar stir between my thighs.
"Hey," I replied, sliding my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him close. Heat fanned the flames of desire.
"I didn't think you wanted to see me... it's been a week, Fallon," he whispered in my ear, tucking a strand of hair behind it. His pelvis pressed against mine, a perfect collision of bodies.
"Of course I wanted to see you, Hitch. I just had a lot of work." I smiled, catching the dark gleam in his eyes.
He chuckled, deep in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Work, huh? Well, I'm glad you're taking a break," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. I closed my eyes, savoring the sensation before pulling away slightly.
"I have a surprise for you," I said, a mischievous glint in my eyes, leading him upstairs.
His eyebrows shot up.
"Close your eyes," I instructed, and he obliged, the smirk still playing on his lips.
"I'm not big on surprises, Fallon," he warned.
But I ignored him. "Trust me, you'll like this one," I said, and he finally relented.
I slipped out of my clothes, wearing the new lingerie I'd bought, grinning as he kept his eyes closed. Grabbing the handcuffs I put under the pillow, I clutched them in my hand, running my fingers along his biceps, giving his bulging muscle a firm squeeze.
"Open your eyes, Hitch," I said, my voice seductive.
His eyes opened, and his lips curled into a sly grin as he licked them. "I like this surprise."
"Good, I was hoping you'd say that."
I placed the handcuffs on the bed and slowly approached him, my heart racing. I could see the anticipation in his eyes. "Remember, you said you wanted to try something new and adventurous," I whispered, tracing a finger along his jawline. His grin widened, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I'm all in," he replied, his voice a mix of eagerness and amusement.
With that, I took his hand and wrapped the cuff around his wrist, tugging his broad body toward the headboard.
"You're cuffing me tonight?" he asked, surprise and amusement in his tone.
"Yeah, I sure am, and you're gonna lay down like a good boy and let me show you how it's done." I licked my lips and grabbed his other hand, locking both wrists to the headboard.
He leaned in and kissed me, feeling the thrill of being under my control. As our lips met, the electricity between us ignited, and we both knew this night would be one to remember.
With a mischievous glint in my eye, I whispered, "You have no idea what's in store for you, Hitch."
I began to slowly explore his body, igniting his senses and sending him into a state of euphoria. With each touch, he craved more, and I was more than willing to give him exactly that. Our love and passion intertwined as our lips fused, our tongues tangling fiercely.
This wild and daring side of me brought us closer than ever, and we reveled in the thrill of the unknown. He tugged on the cuffs as I rubbed my pussy against his cock, making his hips tense and toes curl even though he wasn't inside me yet.
"Stop fucking teasing me, Fallon, and get on my dick."
"What, you're not having fun?" I asked, reaching around to cup his balls, massaging them in my hand.
He squirmed more, hissing through gritted teeth as his wild, hooded eyes pierced into mine. While he watched, I reached between my legs and circled my clit, tugging gently on the ring pierced above it. He drooled, licking his parted lips in fascination.
"Come on, crazy girl, fuck me," he begged, making me grin and relent my teasing.
I leaned down, capturing his lips as I lifted my hips and guided his thick, throbbing cock to my entrance, sinking onto it in one move.
He shuddered, moaning into my mouth as I slid up and down his shaft, bringing us both intense pleasure.
He thrust his hips—the only thing he could do—making the pierced head of his cock press against my pulsing, sensitive spot.
“Mhm, fuck, Hitch.”
“That's it, crazy girl, slam down on my dick."
Listening to him, I slammed down, taking him deep inside me, pinching my clit for added pleasure with his balls still clasped in my hand.
The room was quickly filling with heat, our breaths mingling in the air.
The rhythm of our bodies matched the pulse in my ears, a frantic drumbeat of desire.
I gasped, riding him faster, letting the pleasure consume me.
The handcuff's grip tightened on his wrists, the metal biting into his skin, but he didn't care.
Nothing mattered but this moment, this feeling.
"Fallon," he groaned, his voice raw with need. "I'm fucking close."
"Me too," I managed, my voice strained.
The world narrowed, focusing solely on the exquisite sensation of him filling me. His thrusts became frantic and desperate, and then, with a guttural cry, he exploded inside me, sending shivers down my spine.
I collapsed onto him, gasping for air, the aftershocks of the orgasm still wracking my body.
Once I undid the cuffs, his body rolled onto mine, and his weight pinned me, warm and heavy, and I reveled in the feeling of being completely possessed.
Slowly, his breathing steadied. He shifted, lifting himself slightly to look at me, his eyes now soft with contentment.
He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle.
"Wow," he breathed, a smile playing on his lips. "That was...incredible."
I smiled back, still feeling the lingering afterglow. "It was," I agreed, my voice a husky whisper. The scent of him, the feel of his skin against mine, the memory of that raw, uninhibited passion... It was intoxicating.
"So," he said, a mischievous glint returning to his eyes, "what's next?"
I tilted my head, feigning thought. "I don't know," I said, my voice playful. "Maybe we should go Christmas tree shopping?"
He laughed, a rich, rumbling sound that filled the room. "I'm in."
As we lay there, talking, I thought about Brady and the plan to take down Evander Foley. It was a dangerous game, but at that moment, surrounded by Hitch's warmth and laughter, the world felt…manageable.