“What the fuck are you doing? Where the fuck did you go?” I have so many questions they all just vomit out.
“What am I doing? Making it feel like Christmas, since it’s tomorrow and all. Where did I go?” She puts the tree down and walks toward me. “To meet March. He got our new identities. And there will be a private plane waiting for us tomorrow morning.” She touches my chest with both hands and smiles.
“Why the fuck didn’t you just say that when you were running out of here?”
“I didn't want to get your hopes up. Just in case something fell through.”
I arch an eyebrow, skepticism radiating.
“You don't believe me?” She sounds almost insulted. “Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me before?”
“Besides the time you tried to kill me?” I argue.
“I thought that was behind us. You’re the one who said we needed to be a team.”
“Yeah, and that means not running out the door with no explanation.”
“Are you really just upset ’cause I left you with blue balls?” Fallon flirts with me.
“That is a very big part of it, yes.” I am unapologetically honest.
“If I promise to make it up to you tonight, do you think you can forgive me?” She recycles my own words. Little shyster.
“Do I have to wait that long?” I peer down at her suggestively. Like, I’m suggesting we get naked right this second.
“If you help me unload the rest of the car, then no.”
“The rest? There’s more?”
“I have presents,” she whispers seductively.
“Aren’t you just a naughty elf?”
“Most of the time.”
I don’t know where Fallon went shopping, but she bought out most of the store.
“We’re never going to be able to take all this stuff with us,” I state the obvious, looking at all the wrapped presents overtaking the room.
“I know, but I figure at least Aisling will have something to wake up to in the morning. Even if she never remembers it.”
This woman is kneading my heart into raw dough. “You’re being pretty fantastic about all this.”
“‘Least I can do after giving you a scare.”
“You don’t scare me.” I pull her close.
“I should,” she hums darkly before our lips touch.
I consume her mouth, unleashing all the trapped lust like a genie from a bottle. She’s not getting away from me this time. Not for anything or anyone. Not for ringing burner phones or screaming children. I don’t even care if this fucking trailer catches on fire. I am taking Fallon, right here, right now. Ready or not.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand as our hands and tongues wrestle. Awkwardly, she rips her coat off as we stumble into the kitchen. Every part of me is throbbing. The head of my cock the most. I need to be inside her. I need to feel the constriction of her pussy and the hot, wet layers of heat it sheaths me in. We slam into the sink, and a shock of reality hits us both. Time slows, and so does our kiss. I touch her body, everywhere. Indulging in the feel of her firm breasts, and sexy curves, and tight ass.
“You are . . .” I groan with desperation. “My last true dream. Everything else is just a nightmare.” I pet her face as she stares into my eyes. I think I may have shocked her by being that honest, but it’s the truth. For the last two years of my life, I have been in love with two women. I’ve already lost one. I’ll die before I lose the other.
Fallon doesn’t respond with words, only a fiery kiss with loads of tongue.
“Fuck me,” she breathes as she pushes down my pants. “Fuck me now.”
