Chapter Twenty-Six
The Night Rebelsflocked into the clubhouse, weary-worn from their mission in Arizona. When the brothers entered the main room, they received a warm welcome from those who stayed behind and the club girls. Brown bottles and short glasses filled with clear and amber liquids glistened in the morning’s light.
Diablo went up to the bar and downed two Jacks, the whiskey going down smooth like liquid fire. After a few days without any alcohol—when on a mission, no drinking was allowed—the smoky whiskey tasted damn good.
“Mission accomplished?” Rooster Mike said as he came over to Diablo.
“Yeah. The fuckers got what they had coming.” Diablo’s jaw twitched.
“Lena’s been cooking up a storm ever since Steel told her you’d all be back today.”
“Smells fuckin’ awesome,” Skull interjected.
“I gotta go see my woman.” Diablo downed another whiskey, then spun around and headed to the kitchen. After talking briefly to Lena, he headed to his room to freshen up and get rid of his dusty clothes. He couldn’t wait to see Fallon. The whole time he was gone she was always on his mind. He’d never felt such a strong pull toward another human being in his life. It was amazing that out of the sea of seven billion people on the planet, she’d entered his orbit softly and unassumingly. But her impact on him was like a galactic storm. He’d made up his mind while he was away that he’d never let her slip out of his life.
Freshly showered and changed, he locked his door, pumped his fist in the air as he walked through the main room, and straddled his Harley before he switched it on and rode to the bookstore.
The store smelled like ink and paper. It was the only one in town that had such a varied collection of both used and new books. The owner, Hattie, had opened the town’s favorite gathering hole for bibliophiles thirty-five years before, and her friendly staff and willingness to find out-of-print books gave the shop its stellar reputation.
When Diablo entered the store, the chiming bell announced his arrival. He scanned the area but didn’t see Fallon. Jerry came up to him, smiling. “You’re here to see Fallon, right?” Diablo jerked his head. Jerry licked his lips quickly. “She’s in the back room opening some boxes we received earlier. Just go on back.”
Diablo went to the back of the store and opened the door that had an “Employees Only” bronze sign on it. He went down a short hallway and stopped when he heard the rustling of paper and the ripping sound of a box cutter. Walking inside the room, he saw Fallon with her back to him, breaking open boxes and taking books out. The way her hips swayed when she’d pull open the top of a cardboard box made his dick punch against his zipper. The truth was he’d been sporting a hard-on ever since he’d come back. It was all he could do to freshen up and come over to the store without losing it.
His woman had changed her wardrobe nicely. Instead of the baggy, shapeless tops and pants she used to wear, she now sported leggings and fitted tops, and she looked mighty damn fine. Her change in wardrobe reflected her growing confidence in herself, something he loved seeing as the weeks went on. Forging out on her own seemed to have really helped her come out of her shell. As much as he wanted her to live with him, he had to admit that she’d been right to have some time to herself to get to know who she really was.
As if sensing him, she stopped and whirled around, a huge smile lighting up her face. Without a word he went to her, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her. “I’m so happy you’ve come back safely,” she murmured against his mouth.
“I’ve missed you so much, woman,” he rasped as his hands skimmed over her hips and cupped her buttocks. He walked her backward to the wall and pushed her against it, his mouth never leaving hers.
“I had no idea when you were coming home. I didn’t hear from you,” she said in small pants as he ran his tongue down the side of her neck, nipping and sucking between the licks.
“You were on my mind the whole time, sweet pea. I’m ready to burst here. I want you so fuckin’ bad.”
“Me too.” She glided her hands underneath his shirt and raked her nails down his muscular back.
In one fluid movement, he’d turned her around, taken off her leggings and panties, and shoved her against the wall so her palms were flat on it. He spread her legs wide and pushed down on her lower back so her ass was up higher. She moaned and looked behind her shoulder, her desire-filled eyes catching his and making his cock hard as steel.
“What if Jerry comes looking for me?” she whispered.
“Then he’ll find us fuckin’ good and hard.” He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, shrugging them down. His hardness poked against her quivering flesh, and he placed his hands on her ass cheeks, squeezing them hard, loving the way she moaned and squirmed when he dug into her skin. Leaning over, he kissed her lower back, then trailed his lips up her spine, landing on the nape of her neck. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
Shoving her top up, he grasped one of her tits in his hand and massaged it, then ran his hand down her belly to her pussy.
“That feels so good,” she muttered.
“I bet it does. And I love how wet you are,” he said against her skin as he ran his finger up and down her wet mound. “Do you want me to fuck you, sweet pea?” he asked as he slid his finger next to her hardening sweet spot.
“Yes. I really want it,” she breathed.
“Want what?” he asked as he flicked her nub.
“I want you to be inside me. Please?” She turned to look at him and the lust he saw in her gaze sent him over the edge.
He grabbed and squeezed her ass cheeks roughly, then jackhammered into her hard. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. For each thrust, he pulled all the way out and then buried his dick to the hilt, his balls slapping her pussy lips and clit. Each time he plunged his cock into her, Fallon’s body was pushed forward, causing her tits to sway. Grabbing one of her breasts, he said thickly, “I’m gonna make you come until you can’t breathe.”
With each thrust, her wet and warm walls clamped onto his cock, drawing it in and coaxing it deeper. Sweat misted over their bodies as their frenzied desire mounted. Then he pulled out quickly, yanked her up, turned her around, and flattened her back against the window. Diablo lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist before he shoved into her again. He dipped his head and kissed her while he pounded her pussy, an enticing combination of wickedness and seduction.
Diablo’s balls tightened and the pressure was strong, overpowering. He stiffened and then grunted, his release ripping through his hardness, his balls emptying thick, hot streams of ecstasy into her. Fallon’s nails dug into his skin as she followed his release with her own pleasure-filled one. Her high-pitched cry rang through his ears as he placed his damp forehead between her heaving breasts.
