Chapter 42 #2
She props up, and I slide inside her from behind.
“Fuck, this is so good,” I groan.
Her hair a mess, Fallon just mewls as she claws at my sheets while I fuck her with the energy of the tornado that dared to take her away from me.
I drive into her to see how much she can take. Fallon meets me thrust for thrust. I’m not wearing a condom, so I have a choice. Take a huge risk and come inside her, which might take some choices away from us, or douse her with my cum.
There’s another time to talk about birth control and tests, so for now, I pull out as my cock starts contracting.
“Fuck,” I say, trying to get a grip on the thing, it’s so thick.
I see stars as I come. I never came so hard in my life.
“Oh…” She shudders, looking over her shoulder at me, drenching her ass with ropes of my cum.
“I’m marking you, my love.” I stroke myself a few quick times and empty out on her ass. “You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?”
“Mmm,” she groans and stretches. “And you’re mine, too.”
“Aye. I am yours. You got me, love.” I continue to come all over her. “Christ, this arse will be my undoing.”
I finish and look longingly at the pillows. I need to sleep, but a crash into my window jolts me.
I bolt up and thrust Fallon down into the covers. “Stay,” I order, already moving. “Stay right here.”
My skull throbs as I stagger toward the kitchen naked, dripping with sweat. It was probably just a pigeon smashing into the glass again, trying to eat Fallon’s plants.
I almost laugh, until I see a man in a mask on the ledge about to kick in the window.
It happens in slow motion, watching the boot make contact with the glass and shards splintering inward.
Fallon’s plant stand topples to the floor, ceramic pots exploding on impact.
Rosemary, Cami, Minty, and Little Basil. Cory and the others, too.
No!
I lunge and grab the guy’s coat to yank him inside. Fists clenched, I slam him against the cabinets hard enough for the wood to crack. “Just strolling along the ledge and decided this was the flat you’d break into? You’re one unlucky prick.”
“Not exactly,” he snarls.
That voice… It shocks me, and I’m caught, naked and without any weapons, just my hands, unless I can reach a knife.
The guy brandishes a gun and aims it at my pounding head. “Don’t like being on the other side of a barrel, do you, you dirty Mick?” He takes off his mask.
I’m staring at the man I severely beat a month ago. Fallon’s harasser from the garden. Bill.
Christ, he lost an eye.
And eye for an eye.
No, thanks. I kind of like having two.
“Bye, bye, Bill.” Fallon’s voice cuts in from behind me.
I twist to push her out of the way, and it happens in slow motion. A gunshot rings out, and everything goes hazy. But Bill’s head snaps back, and warm blood sprays my face.
He crumples, half his head ready to slam into my shoulder, but I block him with shaking hands.
Through the haze and ringing ears, I shuck him off and get to my feet in a practiced flick of my legs to stand in one swift move.
But I blink, and that’s when I see Fallon. Holding my gun.
She… She found my piece on the floor, ran out here, as naked as me, and killed this guy.
For me.
She saved my life.
She took matters into her own damn hands.
“Christ, love, give me that,” I whisper, snatching the Sig from her trembling hands.
She stares at the bloodied body, at the smashed pots, the ruin of her tiny jungle. Fuck, she killed him, but he once again destroyed something she loves.
I am cutting him to pieces this time. Starting with the other damn eye!
Right now, though, I have to deal with Fallon. I grab her and drag her against my chest so she can’t process the plant carnage.
“Don’t look,” I whisper, fiercely protecting her mental health.
I walk her away from the mess. I’m more upset about the plants than Bill. I bring Fallon into my bedroom and lay the gun on the night table. She stands there breathing heavily, eyes closed.
I notice the sticky blood on my skin, and for a moment, I’m not sure what to deal with first. But then it comes to me. Fallon always comes first. “Open your eyes, love.”
When she does, she looks down at her empty hands covered with Bill’s blood on her skin. Then she looks at the gun next to us, warm from the discharge.
“I killed him,” she whispers.
“You did,” I say quietly. “I saw you kill a man, just like you saw me kill one. We’re even now.”
Her eyes widen, and she staggers back a step like the words hit her square in the chest. Understanding flashes across her face like lightning.
“We are,” she says hoarsely. “Now you don’t have to spend any more time with me.”
“There’s one problem with that. I love spending time with you,” I admit, choking up. “And you are officially my girlfriend. And even if you try to break up with me, I’m not going anywhere.”
She studies me and dives back into my arms. “Good.”
“Aye, very good, love.” I give her one more squeeze and then let her go. “Now, you wash your hands while I go clean up that mess.”
“The plants,” she cries, muffled against me.
“I’ll gather them up and make sure they’re okay.” I tip her chin up until she meets my eyes. “Just like us. We’re okay now, right?”
“Uh huh.” Her tears glimmer as she nods.
“I do love you, Fallon.” I kiss her softly, just once more, before turning back toward the dead body, the blood, the dirt, and broken glass waiting for me.