My walls clamp down hard, and he groans his approval. He praises every obscene moan I make as he finger-fucks me slowly, keeping me right on the edge but not letting me tip over.
“Elizabeth.”
My eyes fly open when Fallon whispers my name.
There’s no lead-up or warning, just pure ecstasy when he commands, “Come.”
Like a supernova collapsing in on itself, my muscles seize, then split me wide open, and I climax violently, convulsing as I orgasm. Wave after never-ending wave that leaves me utterly, splendidly, completely shattered.
Fallon takes my mouth, kissing me deeply, as he quickly builds me back up again, and like he promised, I scream his name as my second orgasm hurls me into the euphoric bliss of oblivion. He rides me through the aftershocks until I wilt in a repleted mess against the wall, holding me in place, his lips on my skin and his fingers still inside me.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I rest my forehead against the cool wall and try to steady my breathing as every part of me buzzes. “Thank you.”
The simple gratitude doesn’t even come close to expressing how good I feel right now, but what else can I say to the man who gave me my first—and second—orgasms in over three years?
Chuckling, Fallon nips the tender flesh of my neck, soothing the sting with his tongue, and I whole-body tremble.
“Making you come is my absolute pleasure.”
Somehow finding the strength, I turn in his arms. My hands gravitate to his chest, and I splay them flat across his pectorals, feeling the strong beat of his heart underneath his shirt.
“I can’t give you children.” Because, lord knows, that ship has sailed for me.
He softly strokes his thumb up the curve of my neck. “You already have. I love your kids as if they were my own.”
A tear slips past. “But what if we’re not enough?”
He cocks his head, and my heart swoons. I love it when he does that.
“Kitten, you are so fucking wrong. You, Charlotte, Chris, and Marcus are more than enough. You’re myeverything.”
This man and his words.
Fallon is multifaceted and has many sides. Cocky, angry, violent, and dangerous used to be the big four. When I finally got to know him better during our trip around the world, I discovered the hidden parts of him. The parts that were vulnerable and broken. The parts of him that he only showed me and no one else.
“Why would you want this?”
Me, my life, and all its trappings…and the baggage that comes with it. A huge part of me will always be in love with Ryder. Fallon deserves better. He deserves to have love given to him with a whole heart, not settle for one that’s broken.
He wipes a tear away with a sweep of his thumb and feathers my lips with the softest of kisses that destroys me in the best possible way.
“Because the only thing I have ever truly wanted—is you.”
Chapter Nineteen
FALLON
Our Next Adventure
From the momentI saw her, I wanted her. Was obsessed with her. And somewhere along the way, my black heart fell in love with her. I didn’t mean to. God knows, I certainly didn’t want to. Love was a curse for someone like me, but fate laughed in my face and told me tough shit—just like fate destined her to belong to Jay and Ry but never to me.
How many times had I fantasized about how she would feel in my arms? How soft her skin was. The sound of her moans. Nothing could have prepared me for the reality of her.
Elizabeth tenderly glides her fingertips over my face, like she’s putting every detail to memory. A soft stroke of my jaw, my lips, up my cheek to my temple. It feels so good to be touched like this. Like I’m worthy. Like I’mhers.
“We’re really doing this?” she asks, hope blooming in the smile she graces me with.
