That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
It’s more than a crush, it has to be. And the way Falco looks at me? The way he caresses my thighs and whispers words of gentle praise? I’m more than an obligation to him.
I knew it.
My orgasm crests without warning and catches me by surprise, and it’s nothing like I’ve seen online. My breath goes quiet, my body tenses up, and pleasure explodes through me with an intensity I’ve never,everexperienced before. Instead of moaning loudly, it’s like I’m caught in a bubble and suspended just to experience wave after wave of ecstasy as it rolls through me. Falco shudders and groans beneath me, finding his end at almost the same time as me. Then, once my orgasm releases me from its grasp, I’m finally able to take a breath and a thousand shivers roll through my body.
Exhausted and clammy, I sag forward and roll to the side so I hit the bed. Falco’s softening cock slips from me in a hot, wet rush and I land next to him, trembling. To the best of his ability, he immediately wraps his good arm around me and draws the covers over us both.
“Are you okay?” he asks, lust still tinging his voice. “Any pain? Do you feel okay?”
“I feel…” My mind remains sluggish as I tuck in against him and my body continues to twitch as the aftershocks of pleasure roll through me. “I feel amazing. That was…that was so, so good.”
“Yeah it was,” he laughs breathlessly and his lips press against my forehead. “It really was.”
“Promise me something?” I tilt my head and gaze up at him.
“Anything.”
“Promise you won’t ever leave me. Promise me.”
After a terrifying moment of silence, he nods. “I promise.”
27
FALCO
The following days are the best of my life.
Recovery is slow but easy with Pidge, Rex, and Bullet nearby. I thank them the best I can for turning up when they did, knowing full well that they helped Aerin save my life. Without them, I dread to think what would have happened to her.
The stab wound to my gut is an old, familiar pain. It’s not the first time I’ve been stabbed and likely won’t be the last. My arm is another matter. After Aerin calls home to extend the cabin stay for another week, much to her mother’s horror, Bullet spends two full days working on my arm. The razor wire cut deep, tearing into skin and muscle like a hot knife through butter, and there’s a chilling moment when my fingers don’t move the way I need them to.
That moment thankfully passes, the lack of movement being attributed to stiffness. Bullet completes his test of my arm and hand multiple times until he’s satisfied. By a sheer stroke of luck, I haven’t lost any motor function or important sensation other than some faint numbness near my elbow. Recovery will be slowbut I’m already on the mend. By the time we finally depart the cabin, parting ways with Pidge and his friends, I’m able to do most of what I need to with that arm.
Including holding Aerin’s hand.
I’ve broken the rules now. If Guido ever finds out, I’m dead.
But I couldn’t resist.
She saved my life. She nursed me back to health and she was there telling me she cared about me. I should have kept strong and refused, but in that moment all I wanted was her love and affection. I had nearly died and all I craved was pretending I was normal and able to spend intimate time with the woman I loved.
It might end up being the worst mistake of my life, but it’s worth it.
If Pidge or any of the others worked out what we did, they respectfully never said anything. And after a short discussion, Aerin understood the severity of the consequences if anyone ever found out. But she’s happy.
It’s all over her face when we return to the estate and her mother sweeps away, convinced that the new light inside her daughter is because of two weeks spent in nature. I’d follow, but I have to give the breakdown to Guido of the assassination attempt.
“Does it hurt?” Guido stands over me, glass in hand, and stares down at the healing wounds on my arm.
“I have strong painkillers, sir.” It’s strange to look at him, knowing I’ve fucked his daughter. The secret nestles in my heart like a whisper that I’m cradling as gently as possible.
“Thank you for saving my daughter again, Falco. You’ve done more for me than you could ever know.”
He has no idea.
“It’s my job, sir.”
