Chapter Forty-Six
Fallon
I don’t know what time it is. Although I haven’t slept, I feel like I have lain in this bed with my eyes shut for a lifetime.
My eyes are stinging as I try to open them.
My head is pounding as though I’ve been out on a three-day bender.
The sun from the open curtains at the patio doors is blinding.
I don’t know why I’m bothering to move. It’s not like I need to be anywhere today.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” Maya says softly from outside the room.
Though her whisper is more of a high-pitched shout, people in the cabin next door could have probably heard. I can hear a man, probably Tommy, mumble something back to her just as there is a knock at my door.
I flop over to my other side, my back facing whoever it is, and cover my head with a pillow. I am in no mood to people please today. I just want to rot away in peace. Even though I didn’t reply, the creaking sound of the door opening then closing lets me know they didn’t care either way.
I close my eyes, happy to ignore the intruder. That is, until I feel the bed dip behind me. There is a rattle of what sounds like keys, then a thud on the floor, before a warm body presses up against me and wraps an arm around my middle.
I would know that body anywhere.
Luke's scent surrounds me, and I can’t help but melt into him, even though my mind is screaming to not give in to temptation.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper, the sound coming out muffled against the pillow. His chest vibrates behind me as he chuckles.
“What are you doing hiding from me?” He chuckles.
Pushing the pillow off my head, I turn in his arms to look at him.
“Did you forget what happened last night?”
“Nope,” he says, his brow lifted nonchalantly.
I scowl, waiting for him to expand on what the hell is happening right now.
“I wanted to give you space. Well, I didn’t, but I knew it was what you wanted.
Then I thought, the longer I wait, the longer you have to build that wall of yours back up around your heart.
” His face looks so defeated, sadness creeping in.
“Yesterday was fucking awful. I… I can't lose you, Fallon. I knew if I didn’t find you today, I would lose you and be right back to square one.”
The pesky tears that won't leave me alone are back, but I don’t blink them away. I can't take my eyes away from his. He looks broken, and it’s all my fault.
“I love you, Fal. So fucking much. But, there is only so much I can fight when I’m the only one fighting. I need you to fight for me, too.”
A sob builds up in my throat, and unable to control it, it bursts free. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to move my hand to hide my face, but he doesn’t let me.
“No, no more hiding,” he says softly. “Tell me, Fallon, do you love me?”
“I… I’m bad news, Luke. I bring nothing but trouble wherever I go,” I stutter.
“That isn’t what I asked. Do. You. Love. Me?” He asks, pronouncing each word slowly and surely.
“Yes,” I cry. “I love you so much that I don’t know how to handle it. I’m so scared, Luke. So scared of what could go wrong. Scared of hurting you and your family. Scared of losing you. I can’t. I don’t know how I would live a life without you in it.”
He pulls me in closer, both arms holding me tight as my head rests beneath his neck.
“Don’t you see? You will never have to. You are it for me, baby. I want you, and only you, for the rest of forever.”
Tilting my head back, I look at him, my eyes bouncing between his.
“Really?” I ask, my voice quiet.
“For as long as you’ll have me,” he smiles.
A beat passes, tension and love drawing us closer, then I'm pushing him down onto his back and climbing on top of him. Threading my fingers through his hair, I lean in close.
“I’m so sorry for last night.”
“I know you, Fallon. I know why you did it. But I’m here to tell you that you don’t need to push me away anymore.”
He closes the gap between us, his lips taking mine with a punishing force. Emotions overwhelm me, and tears leak down my face and onto his, but it doesn’t stop us. I don’t think anything could right now.
My mouth opens up for him, and he takes full advantage of it.
Our tongues dance as our hands start to explore.
He had already taken off his trousers before climbing into bed, which has made it easier for me to get him naked as soon as possible.
I need the feel of his skin on mine, the closeness it brings to be bare.
He pulls back just enough to rid me of my borrowed clothes before his mouth is back on me. He starts at my mouth, moving lower to my jawline, then around to my ear and kissing the soft skin behind it. Goosebumps cover my skin as a rush of lust blazes through me.
I start to move my body back and forth over his cock, the wetness between my legs helping me. I need him inside of me so badly it’s painful. He must feel the same way, as he flips me over onto my back, hiking one of my legs around his waist, the tip of his cock brushing against my centre.
His eyes stay locked on mine as he wraps one hand around the back of my neck.
I don’t know what it is about this that feels so different, but something is sparking in the air between us, and that makes my eyes sting even more.
How is it I was going to give up this man yesterday?
It may be selfish of me, but I physically couldn’t imagine a life without him in it.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he whispers as he edges closer.
He guides himself inside of me torturously slow. I gasp at the fullness I feel when he is fully there. I notice his jaw tense as he stays rooted to the hilt, not moving for a moment, just studying me. He needs this. This connection that being intimate brings us.
When he finally starts to move, he keeps the pace slow, making love to me in a way we have never done before.
It’s desperate but meaningful all at once.
We’re a pile of tangled limbs. I’m not sure where he starts and I end.
Tightening his hold on my neck, he lifts my face closer to his and kisses me.
Fuck, I have never felt this way before.
I'm panting against his lips as his cock keeps hitting that delicious, sweet spot deep inside of me.
I wrap my legs tighter around him, angling my hips as his movements become more erratic.
I cry out his name as my orgasm hits me, clinging onto him tightly until he follows me over the edge.
He jerks inside of me and then drops his head down against mine, breathing out a contented sigh.
“I love you, Fallon. So fucking much.”