Chapter Twenty
Vivian
The clock said it was almost four in the morning and I was still wide awake. I couldn’t sleep. How could I sleep after being in the middle of a gunfight featuring my ex, the father of my child, and the Russian mob? My mind raced, replaying everything that happened from the moment the first gunshot rang out, watching how easily Falcon used his gun on those mobsters and even to the moment I became something other than a doctor. The moment I sliced into James’ arm, knowing what that meant. I’d stolen his future the same way he’d stolen mine and it was the one thing I didn’t feel guilty about.
There was guilt and it sat heavy on my chest, lingering because I’d have to face the injured men and the women who loved them for at least another day or two. I had no idea what would happen next, but I knew that leaving Falcon was nowhere on that list.
The door to our room opened gently and closed with a soft click. I gasped and sat up, knowing it was Falcon even before I set eyes on him. “Oh!” I moved quickly but quietly, unwilling to wake TJ after such an eventful evening.
His shoulders were slumped forward, his eyes ringed with dark circles, and exhaustion weighed heavily on his broad frame. His knuckles were swollen and bloody and there was distinctive red splatter on his white t-shirt. He looked like he’d been through some shit, and he was relieved it was over.
My heart immediately went out to him even though my mind raced with the possibilities of what had put that look on his face. “Falcon,” I whispered his name as I crossed the room, stopping right in front of him. My hands were all over his body in a way that wasn’t at all sexual, it was perfunctory, necessary because I needed to know he was all right. “Falcon,” I said again, cupping his face. “Tell me you’re okay.”
He said nothing but he gave me a little of his weight, a sure sign that whatever had happened was affecting him. “Viv.” His voice broke and that broke me.
“Tell me you’re okay, Falcon. Please.” The anguish in my voice was palpable, but I held myself together, hoping he’d tell me what I wanted to hear.
He flashed a strained smile and leaned into my hand before turning to press a kiss to the center of my palm. “I’m fine, babe. Just tired as fuck.”
He wasn’t fine but I didn’t think he was lying. He thought he was fine, which meant I needed to be the strong one while he fell apart. “Okay. Come on,” I grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the bathroom. “Let me take care of you.” This was something I could do for him. It was something Iwantedto do, make Falcon feel a little less shitty if I could.
He didn’t object and I took that as a win, tugging him inside the small bathroom and closing the door. I pushed him onto the toilet seat and busied myself with gathering tools to clean his wounds. My body shook but I let the antiseptic smell take over until I was in OR mode. He hissed and grunted his way through it but when I was done, I kissed each of his knuckles, an unspoken promise that he wasn’t alone. “Fuck,” he groaned and let his head fall back.
My heart ached for him, and I desperately wanted to ask him what happened, what put that look in his eyes, but I knew enough to know he wouldn’t tell me. Not tonight, anyway. “I’m going to undress you now,” I told him, removing his leather vest, which I carefully hung on the hook behind the door. Next went his t-shirt and undershirt, revealing his hard muscles, bunching and flexing with every breath, now stained with blood. There were no injuries to correspond to the blood, so I knew it wasn’t his, but I said nothing, just continued undressing him. His heavy boots and warm socks. His jeans and finally, his boxer briefs. “Up we go,” I whispered, my tone gentle but firm.
He got to his feet without argument, sticking by my side as I turned on the shower and tested the water. I gave him a gentle push under the spray, and he stepped under it, letting out a low grunt of satisfaction.
Something in my chest cracked at the sight of this man, usually so strong and lively, now seemed that something—or someone—had sucked the life right out of him. I undressed quickly and joined him under the hot spray, reaching for the lemon coconut body wash and pouring it into my palm. “I’m just going to clean you up,” I told him, flicking a gaze up at him.
Falcon said nothing. He kept his eyes closed and head tilted back so the water beat down on his face.
My hands slid over his chest and shoulders until the blood was gone. I moved systematically down his body, washing his thighs and calves, his feet too before I turned him away from me, soaping up his back, his tight ass cheeks and back down his legs. He groaned in satisfaction and something in my unlocked. This was something I could do, take care of this man who’d taken care of me and our son at great risk to himself and his brothers.
Next, I grabbed the shampoo and lathered up his hair, running my soapy fingers through the locks until they were all soaped up. My nails dug into his scalp and another groan escaped. I bit back my own moan at the sight of him so vulnerable. So trusting.
“Viv,” he spoke my name in a whisper so soft I barely heard it over the water.
He was starting to relax but there was still a coil of tension that ran through him, and I knew exactly what he needed. “I’m right here,” I told him. I wanted to be here for him, to give him the release he needed. To feel wanted instead of feared. “Just relax,” I whispered, dropping down and wrapping my hand around his cock, smiling at the way it instantly started to harden.
“Viv,” he growled.
I simply smiled and cupped his balls with the other hand, flicking my tongue over his swollen head. I did it again and again, enjoying the salty taste of him that was such a sharp contrast to the lemon coconut scent that hung in the air. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock fully hard and standing up straight and I wrapped my lips around the crown, slowly sliding down until every inch of him rested on my tongue before hitting the back of my throat.
“Fuck!”
I smiled to myself as I gave him all of me. I held him and sucked his cock like it was medicinal, doing all the things I knew he liked, all the things that got me off.
“Viv.” Falcon repeated my name again and again, spearing his fingers through my hair as another groan tore through his chest.
I held my breath as his hips began to move. He held me in place, sliding in and out of my mouth as he grunted his pleasure with every pass. I covered my teeth and flattened my tongue, giving him nonstop pleasure. I moaned around him, dropping my hands to his thighs and around to grip his ass, loving the way it flexed as he fucked my mouth. “Mmm,” I moaned again.
“Viv, fuck.” His hips moved faster, his fingertips held me tighter and every grunt that left his lips sounded suspiciously like my name. He grunted and growled, moving his hips faster as he sank deeper down my throat. “Viv,” he grunted louder as I squeezed his ass. It was a warning that I didn’t want to heed, gripping him tighter and pulling him flush against my face, swallowing around his hard length.
I took a deep breath through my nose and swallowed around him again, enjoying the small sting of pain at my scalp as he gripped me tighter.
“Viv.” My name tore from his lips and then he came on a loud, almost pained roar. I swallowed every drop as if I could take his hurt into me and make it go away. His legs shook and then locked a second before his fingers loosened. “Vivian.”
Before I could say anything, he hauled me to my feet and smashed his lips against mine. The kiss was fierce and passionate, his tongue tangled with mine, tiny grunts escaped as he pressed me against the tile, his cock already hard between us. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and hitched one leg over his hip.
