It could work. I know it could.
All we can do now is wait and hope it works out that way.
Chapter Eighty-Five
Robin
It’s dark when I wake up, and I’m sweating like crazy under the blankets, probably because I’m fully clothed. That’s when I remember I didn’t go to bed like normal. I was carried by Falcon.
He held me when I broke down into tears, and he only let go when I was lying down, too tired to complain out loud about the absence of his touch.
I’m still sleepy but I need to take at least some of my clothes off, so I start to move, and that’s when I realize I’m not alone.
I stifle the gasp that rises up my throat when I bump into a big, hard back.
The safe, warm, happy feeling I have around Falcon is there when I touch him.
He’s sleeping, and he’s at least partially naked.
It’s like sleeping next to a heater.
My clothes aren’t the only thing making me warm, but they’re the only thing I want to get rid of.
I sit up and pull off my sweater, tossing it to the edge of the bed.
My jeans are a little harder to get rid of, but they take my socks with them when I shove them off my legs, pushing them further under the covers and out of my way.
I lay back down, wondering if it would be a bad move to take off my underwear.
I’ve already been naked in front of Falcon, and I know we’ll only go further if I remove these last bits of clothing before I fall back asleep beside him.
He’s already made it clear that he wants nothing more than to be with me.
And he’s proven with his actions what kind of man he is, more than once.
I don’t see any reason why I should hold out any longer.
I sit back up, strip out of my bra, and throw it across the room.
And that’s when Shayne rolls over at my other side, turning into me.
Oh my God!I had no idea he was there.
Biting on my bottom lip, I realize I don’t even care.
I haven’t known Shayne for long either, but I like what I’ve seen.
They’re the only men I’ve had feelings for, and they’re the sweetest, most caring men I’ve ever met. I don’t want to be afraid anymore. I want to grab hold of this chance at happiness and live my life how I want to live it.
I kiss Falcon between his shoulder-blades, leaving a trail of kisses down his back until he stirs, wakes up, and turns around in the bed. I kiss his toned stomach, and he lets out a gasp when I tug down his boxer briefs, releasing his cock.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers above me. “Robin, what are you doing?”
I run my tongue over his shaft, feeling it growing harder under my touch.
He strokes a hand through my hair while I spend a few minutes taking him into my mouth and figuring out how much I can handle for how long.
He groans softly, his hips grinding and pushing more of his length into me.
