“God, Viv, the sounds you make when I eat your pussy.” He nudged me with his cock. “The things it does to me.”
“Hard things,” I sighed. “Long things. Thick things.”
“Fuck,” he growled, nudging his thick head against my opening. He tortured me with shallow strokes that only teased me and made me want more. His arms wrapped around my legs, holding me close to his chest as he sank deeper and deeper with every stroke. “So fucking good.”
Already my body was barreling towards another orgasm, and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it. But I could drive him wild, so I grabbed my tits and played with my nipples, giving him a show that made him pound into me harder and deeper.
“Viv.”
Just that one word. Just half of my name and it was like tossing a match inside a vat of gasoline, explosive and all-consuming. “Oh. My. God.”
Falcon fucked me harder, smacking my ass with one hand while he nibbled at my calf and ankles. “Fuck. Viv.” He growled those two words again and again, gripping me possessively while he fucked me wild and hard and fast. And finally, blessedly, his cock exploded inside of me. His seed flooding my body until I was so full I thought I would burst. “Fuck,” he grunted one finaltime before kissing one ankle and then the other. He released my legs and fell on top of me, bracing his weight on his forearms. “Viv, you fuckin’ wrecked me.”
I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair. “Right back atcha. Not sure I’ll be able to walk for a few hours.”
“Good.” His lips pressed against mine, hot and possessive. “Because you’re not going anywhere.” With those words and another possessive kiss, Falcon rolled to his side and faced me, watching me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.
It was an intoxicating thought considering I knew just how much shit was going on in his life. But still, the weight of his gaze, as if he could pin me to this moment and never let me go?
It was so incredible Ialmostbelieved it.
Chapter Eleven
Falcon
Viv’s breath warmed my chest. Her naked body was draped half across mine with one delicate hand resting just above my cock. She wasn’t awake, not yet, but her fingers twitched as though she was dreaming about gripping me and shoving me down her throat.Down boy,I reminded my cock. I shouldn’t have thought about sliding my cock between her lips because it was a one-way ticket to filthy thoughts.
My lips tipped up into a smile, and I couldn’t remember the last time I smiled to meet a new day. Even when I woke up with a woman in my arms, I didn’t wake up smiling. Usually I woke up all business to grab my shit and get the fuck out before she started talking about phone numbers and coffee dates.
But with Viv I had no thoughts of leaving. All I wanted was to keep her close, so I slid a palm down the curve over her back until I reached the fleshy globes of her ass, pulling her fully on top of me until she gave a sleepy, appreciative hum. With her eyes still closed, she pressed a kiss to my chest, somehow finding the spot right over my racing heart.
This woman.I kissed the top of her head, breathing in the feminine, floral scent of her. It was faint but thankfully stronger than the cheap fabric softener on the motel sheets and mixed with the scent of sex and man in the air it was as potent as a shot of moonshine. This fucking woman had the power to wreck all my hard-won resolve. She was chaos and peace, sweet and sexy, all wrapped up in one stubborn as fuck, gorgeous package. Shewas mine. She’d always been mine, even when she was on the run, even when she was in hiding while we were apart, she was mine.
Always had been.
Always will be.
Being with Viv had brought home a few hard truths. The first was that I’d spent the past few years filling my life with the noise of the MC, nameless, faceless women, engines, booze, and tattoos. It didn’t matter, not the booze or the woman, just enough to drown out the silence so I didn’t have to think about the woman who’d left me.
Who, I thought, went back to her rich prick fiancé.
But none of that noise had worked and I only realized it when she came back into my life, a whirlwind of trouble, chaos, and stubborn independence. Despite the shit with the Russians, having her back has brought me peace and I’d fight any motherfucker who threatened that peace.
Eventually, Viv stirred, stretching like a cat against my body before her eyes fluttered open and slammed into mine. Her smile, soft and sleepy, came instantly. It was so real, so goddamn genuine it slammed against my chest. “Morning,” she said on a low, gravelly whisper.
It was a good fucking morning. Better than any I could remember in recent history. “Good morning.”
Her fingertips danced along my semi-chub and she gasped, the sound so fucking sexy I knew one of us needed to back the fuck up or we’d spend another day here instead of the clubhouse. And, goddammit, I didn’t have a day to spare.
I gripped her wrist and closed my eyes. “We should shower.” I pushed the words past my lips because they were necessary, not because I wanted to. “We gotta get back to the clubhouse.”
Her smile faltered just as I knew it would. She stared at me as if she wanted to argue before she thought twice and nodded, climbing silently from the bed before she disappeared into the bathroom.
I tried to be a fucking gentleman. Tried to give her the space she needed to get ready for the day, but I only lasted about three minutes after the shower came on. Then I was out of the bed and slipping behind her into the shower.
“I thought we didn’t have time.”
“We don’t,” I told her as I proceeded to make time to give her two more orgasms before the water turned lukewarm and then cold. I took my time because I had a feeling things would change—again—once we were back at the clubhouse.
