“Sounds promising.” I moaned, fingernails digging into his biceps as my heart hammered at a fever pitch, the rough sandpaper of his beard causing new and delicious sensations to rocket through my body.
“You don’t even know the half of it.” He locked his hands with mine, his body pushing its way down my torso, grating over every last delicious nerve, his effect on me spinning my head a little more out of control.
Lost in him.
I’d always been so utterly lost in this man.
“Spread those sweet knees, sunshine.”
I did what he ordered, anticipation making me his captive.
With his hands holding mine at my sides, he locked me to his body, mouth spread over the juncture of my legs as he moved his tongue against my skin, eliciting moans and whimpers of pleasure with each stroke.
He pressed the palm of his hand against my hips, holding me to him as his mouth glided around my core, devouring me in deft sweeps and swallowing me whole. Tremors of overwhelming pleasure and pain blasted through my body, shaking me from the inside out, rendering me speechless and stunned.
Before I could even begin to imagine what was on his mind, he was lifting me in his arms, locking my ankles around his waist and sliding inside, filling me with measured strokes and caressing the sensitive hollows of my throat with his lips.
“More, Fallon. Please more.”
He clutched at my back, angling his hips deeper, creating a new rhythm as we connected, rocking together, wrapped around each other limb for limb, life for life.
“You don’t know what it does to me, knowin’ all those desperate little whimpers are mine.” His rough beard skated across my breasts, my nipples tightening as our skin grew damp, the only noise what our bodies were making as we peeled away every layer. “I want more babies with you, Augusta Belle.” He scraped his teeth along the shell of my ear, hard chest rasping against mine before his fingers stole between us, rough pads spreading my damp flesh. “Want all the babies with you, sunshine.”
He pinched my aching flesh, sending a torrent of showers erupting through my body, stars splitting behind my eyelids, before his grip tightened at my waist. He held me close to him, body shaking as his own release pummeled through him.
I felt him flexing deep inside, our bodies softening as he pulled us down into the mountain of cotton that mounded the motel bed.
Violent breaths racked my body as the slow drag of his cock kissed every raw nerve, the sensation so intense soft pulses shuddered their way through my body. My emotions had already been strung tight the last month, the highs so beautiful, but some days it felt like I was waiting for the inevitable crash.
I snuggled against the only man who’d ever made me feel worthy, but the only thing I wanted was the one thing I couldn’t bear to ask because I was too afraid of the answer.
Could we stay?
“The smell of your skin makes my heart happy,” I whispered against the soft flesh of his tattooed bicep.
Fallon turned up his lips in something that was part grin, part frown, before he uncurled himself from my body and pushed out of the bed. “You’re biased. That means I need a shower.” He planted a kiss on the crown of my head.
Sunlight shot through the blinds, highlighting all the finely knit muscles and chiseled contours as he walked away, the padding of his feet on the carpet piercing the silence.
We’d been in Landry for nearly a month, Jack and Calvin welcoming us into their lives without a second’s hesitation.
And while things between Fallon and me had been better than ever—fevered late-night writing sessions and lovemaking, waiting for Jack at the bus stop in the afternoons—life had settled into its own rhythm.
But still, this giant, unspoken elephant seemed to exist between us, growing, pushing out the air.
We might have only been here for a month, but already I was thinking the next ten years in Landry looked pretty good, the idea of leaving Jack like a serrated knife working its way down my heart.
But Fallon, as attentive as he was, still seemed like he was missing something.
I didn’t know what was on his mind, but he constantly looked like he was in a state of flux, warring with sides of himself I wasn’t privy to.
The shower water halted then, and the near-silent sound of his footsteps was the only sign that he was back in the room with me.
I tucked the sheet around my bare body, sliding up to my knees as he neared the bed, white towel secured loosely at his waist, dark licks of ink slashing across the deeply etched muscles of his torso.
I loved him so much, but maybe he was a rolling stone through and through. Maybe he’d always need the road and the crowds to feed a part of himself that I, and Jack, couldn’t give.
I swallowed the slow ache that’d lodged in my throat as his hands pushed into the sides of my wild waves before placing quiet kisses on my forehead.
