CHAPTER SIX
FALCON
Sleep evaded me as I stared at the white cabin ceiling to my private berth. The large bed usually didn’t bother me, but tonight it was too large.
Too empty.
I flipped my phone over in my hand, but it was too late to call her after our brief text message conversation, well past midnight. Bella was likely asleep by now, and waking her up did neither of us any favors. Shoving my phone aside, I resisted the temptation to call her just to hear her voice again.
Christ, she’d felt so good, wrapped up in my arms late in the afternoon as we made our way back to the small town. I’d taken the long way back and it was well after nightfall by the time I motored our borrowed sailing yacht in under lights to its regular berth, texting the owner that his boat had been returned in good condition.
Then I spent the next half an hour kissing Bella and not letting her go anywhere. She’d fast become my current fixation, and I knew those were long term cravings. Once something got into my blood I couldn’t just fuck it around, and fuck it out again.
Christ, just the thought of kissing her soft, warm lips, and I was hard again. Let alone how hot and wet she’d been when I stroked my fingers through her folds. I shoved my pajama pants down, fisting my cock roughly. I’d been so gentle with Bella— mostly —and focused on making sure she got the pleasure she needed that my own hadn’t even made the list.
I spat in my palm, jerking myself hard to the memory of her moans. How fast she'd come when I told her I wanted to taste her. The way her hot little pussy contracted at the thought of denying her, and I hadn’t even had my finger buried inside her. The girl had some kinks, and she didn’t have a fucking clue.
I did, though. If praise and denial were on the list, we could play that game over and over until she was dripping at my feet. Filthy words and humiliation were up there, too. But first, I wanted to sink myself balls deep in her tight, wet heat, and feel her spasm around me as I kissed her and stifled all her beautiful sounds?—
I bit back a deep groan of my own as ropes of warm cum decorated the back of my fist. I worked my cock slowly, eking out every last inch of pleasure at the thought of making love to the girl who tainted my every waking thought with her innocence.
“Fuck,” I whispered to the darkness, thumbing the head of my cock. The overstimulation hurt, almost, but it felt good at the same time.
Minutes later I was hard again, the fantasy of her begging me on repeat as I replayed the feel of her pulsing against my hand trapped against her hot skin. I used my own cum as lubricant, working myself faster and rougher, ripping my next orgasm from me. My shout wasn’t half as quiet this time.
I pushed up on shaking knees to grab a towel, wiping myself off and washed up in the small ensuite that accompanied my berth.
A quick knock at my door left me on edge.
“Yeah?” I called, towel in hand, not bothering to open it.
There was no one I wanted to see tonight, unless it was Bella. And right now all I would do with her would be to wrap her in my arms tight and pass the fuck out.
“Do you want company in there? You sounded like you could do with some.” The feminine voice on the other side of the door belonged to Oliva, the girl my father and his man shared a few nights before.
Who I had shared the week prior.
Now, I wanted nothing to do with her. Only one woman occupied my mind, and she wasn’t on the boat, thank Christ.
“No thanks,” I said shortly.
“Are you sure?” She still hadn’t left the space outside my door. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I laughed, a hollow, empty sound. “Nothing you could do right now will make anything worth it. Go back to my father and beg for scraps.” My words were cruel and callous, but it was the language she understood, if she didn't get the message the first time around.
I was done with the bullshit culture my father surrounded himself with. If he wanted me in his business as he constantly claimed, then we would make changes. Not a huge amount, but some.
She would be the first thing to go. He could find another whore. One who I hadn’t fucked, and had no intention of touching. Ever.
My phone buzzed. I leaned across the pasha bed and grabbed for it before it slid off the other side.
DEX: My Saturday night involved a split lip and cracked ribs. How was yours?
FALCON: Licked the best pussy I’ve had in years. You in hospital?
DEX: Brag brag, fucker. Was there. Walked home.
FALCON: Refreshing. Zinzi patch you up?
DEX: She still doesn’t know.
FALCON: That you fight? Are you fucking kidding yourself? Course she knows.
DEX: Probably. Anything goes where that girl is concerned.
FALCON: Know the feeling, brother. You need anything?
DEX: Gonna borrow your pillow. Cry on it for a while. You know.
FALCON: Whatever gets you off, man. You do you.
DEX: Roommates for life.
FALCON: Fuck off and let me sleep.
I tossed my phone aside and fell asleep still grinning my stupid, love drunk ass off because of the girl who lived at the top of the hill who I’d fallen for in a matter of days.
Pity she’d never fit in my world.
It took me three days and dozens of text messages to see Bella again. The opportunity to make the changes with my father I wanted to see came up and?—
Yeah, I took them. Stupid ass me, because with spring break half over, I had limited time with my sire before I headed back to college.
Which also meant I had limited time remaining with Bella. The tradeoff was that I could talk to her—I just didn’t get to hold her when I ached for her. And so my obsession grew.
“I like this side of you, Falcon.” My father made all the approving noises while Bracchio and Olivia looked on, the latter grinding her hips away that never seemed to stop, the former staring daggers in my direction.
I knew the street boss had plenty to say about my current involvement, but my father asked me to take on more of his business. For all the times in my teenage years I pushed against the responsibilities he threw my way, the recent months apart gave me a different focus.
Hell, two days with Bella shifted my focus.
“I want to understand your vision, but I also have my own,” I said in Italian, watching him as he smoked. “There are…cultural changes I would like to make.”
He smirked. “I know you enjoy the parties. Sometimes. But they bore you, yes?”
I practiced my Italian on him, and he practiced his English with me. Our ongoing deal.
I inclined my head. “The internal…activities shift our focal point away from what is necessary. Let them blow off steam at other times. Keep the business floor for what it needs to be.”
My father’s eyebrows rose. “What do you think, Bracchio?” he asked without looking at his unofficial second.
“I think if he takes away the men’s fun, they will revolt.” A white toothed grin flashed gold and diamonds in my direction from his grill. “I think your son’s lifespan will be short. My Don.” He bowed his head in a modicum of respect that was neither.
My father laughed. “He does not miss words.”
“Mince words,” I corrected softly.
He waved a hand. “Mix. Mince. We can do either with our enemies. But we must be kind to our friends. The men may drink in the main room. The woman may stay there. Drugs, too. But if they want to fuck, they can find their own space later, yes? A medium ground.” He shot me a side eye.
“Middle ground.” I nodded. “It’s a solid compromise. If it meets your approval, of course,” I addressed Bracchio without looking at him.
Neither of us needed his approval, and my remark was laced with sarcasm. He wasn’t the only one with a truncated lifespan, and now he knew it.
Wisely, the man on the other side of my father's desk with a whore on his lap did not speak.
“Good. We are in agreement. Tell the men they find a new place to fuck in, eh? I hear there’s a nice club in town. Half go tonight, the other half tomorrow. Put a tab on the bar before you leave.” He nodded to me.
“Before I…?” I knew my father hated repeating himself, but I wanted to be clear on his expectations.
“You’ve worked hard these last days. So, have your time off. Take her on a date.”
“Who?”
He laughed at me. “Don’t try to keep secrets from me, Falcon. It does not work well.”
I smirked and rose, bowing at the waist as was our custom.
He gestured me closer. I frowned but walked around the corner of his desk, hugging him and letting him kiss my cheeks when he motioned me to bend down. “Bracchio and the slut. Get them gone before we leave this silly little town, yes?”
“Yes, father,” I said formally. “I’ll be back in a few days.”
That’s all he would give me before his job had to be done, and we left Love Beach. All the time I had remaining with Bella.
I needed to make the most of it.