Chapter Eleven

Gina

I awoke with a heavy weight over my torso. It took me a moment to feel my way through the murk of sleep, but the masculine grunt at my back pulled me the rest of the way from sleep.

It was still full dark outside and the only light filtered through the blinds from the full moon outside. I turned my head slowly, looking over my shoulder. When I did, the arm tightened around me and another grunt sounded.

I smiled. Falcon was going to be a handful. I had the feeling he’d take over my life if I let him. And, honestly, I didn’t care if he did as long as he was with me.

His cock stirred where it nestled between my ass cheeks, pulsing as it grew. Probably the beginning of morning wood, but I still giggled. Raising my leg, I reached between us and guided his cock to my entrance. He thrust and groaned while I sighed in happiness.

“Good mornin’ to you too, darlin’,” he rasped at my ear.

“I forgot where I was,” I said, giving him a soft smile. “But I wasn’t afraid. I knew you’d always be there.”

“God, baby. What the fuck you do to me…” His cock throbbed inside me going from what I thought was probably pleasantly aroused to pulsing with need the second the words were out of my mouth.

Falcon thrust his hips, fucking me with long, sure strokes.

Gripping the sheets, I arched my back and moaned softly at the feeling of his hard length pushing inside my entrance only to retreat and start over again. My pussy was still tender from the previous night’s passion but I craved more. More pleasure. More of him. More… everything !

As he began to move, I couldn’t help but match his rhythm, our bodies sliding together in perfect harmony. His breathing grew heavier as he increased the pace, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I loved how forceful he was with me, yet always conscious of his considerable strength. And Falcon was most definitely strong. Roped with muscle from top to bottom, he was powerful, knowing how to use the muscle he possessed. I’d always thought his body a work of art, more so because he could be gentle with his instead of always deadly.

The friction between us sent sparks of pleasure coursing through my body, making me gasp for air. He kissed my neck softly, his stubble scratching against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of our sweat mixed with sex only intensified my arousal.

My fingers curled into the sheets as he pressed me deeper into the mattress beneath us. My cries and Falcon’s grunts echoed off the walls, filling the room with erotic sounds that made it harder for me to think straight.

“Fuck,” Falcon groaned, “I could do this all fuckin’ day.”

His words sent a wave of heat straight to my clit. “Yes,” I breathed out between pants. “Let’s do that.”

He leaned down and captured my lips in a fierce kiss that left me breathless. His tongue danced with mine, exploring every inch he could reach and giving me another devastating kiss.

“Come with me, Gina,” he bit out. “Fuckin’ come now!”

I screamed as Falcon shuddered above me, giving a helpless grunt. Hot seed poured into me and I pushed back against him, trying to get him to go deeper inside me so his cum could never leave my body.

When the storm ebbed and my energy was spent, I let my body go limp in his arms. Falcon rolled off me and, with a brief kiss to my forehead, went to the bathroom. I assumed to clean up and wondered if I should follow him.

I’d just started to sit up when he came back to the bedroom with a wet cloth. “Lie back, baby. Let me wash you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

Watching him closely, I parted my legs. He lowered the cloth to my pussy and gently washed my swollen flesh and the insides of my thighs. Then he leaned down and kissed my mound gently. I sucked in a breath as he rose and winked at me.

“Wicked man,” I muttered.

“Heard that,” he called back.

I couldn’t help but giggle. This was the Falcon I knew and wanted. He was intense but playful and so very protective. I’d known he was the real deal the first time I met him. Every time after that he came to me, he only reinforced my belief that he was a very, very good man. I wanted that man for my own.

“I love you, Falcon.” I looked up at him to meet his gaze. I needed him to know I meant what I said. I wasn’t just saying this because I thought it was what he wanted to hear or to make him feel obligated to stay with me. It was the honest truth. “I want you to be happy. Whatever you choose. That’s all I want for you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And what about you? Don’t you deserve to be happy?”

“Well, yeah. But not at the expense of a good man like you. I won’t lie. It’ll hurt like hell. But you deserve a chance at the life that got taken from you. If that’s what you want.”

“Well, lucky for me, that’s not what I want.” He leaned down and kissed me again. Lightly, but no less passionately. “You’re stuck with me, honey. And I don’t want to hear another word about it.”

He settled into bed with me again. I lay cuddled against his chest, swirling my fingers through the sparse hair beneath them. “What happened, Falcon? With Joilyn. Before and… on the way home. I know you had to have talked to her.”

Falcon sighed and kissed me again. It seemed like a compulsion with him, like he had things to say, but got sidetracked. I couldn’t deny I loved it. Even if he was trying to distract me.

“Baby, are you sure you want to talk about this? I’m here with you. I’m not going anywhere, not even for her. I don’t want you to be upset because there’s no reason for it.”

“She wants you back, doesn’t she?”

“It doesn’t matter what she wants, baby. She chose her path, still walks the same fuckin’ path that led us here. What matters now is what I want. And I want you .”

I blinked away the tears that threatened to spill. “And you’re really, really sure about that?”

Falcon propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with those intense eyes that always seemed to peer right into my soul. “Gina, honey, I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

His declaration warmed me, chasing away the ghosts of doubt that lingered in the corners of my mind. With a deep breath, I let go of the last tendrils of insecurity and smiled up at him. “Then I’m all in, Falcon. No looking back.”

He grinned that lopsided smile that had first drawn me to him. “That’s my girl.” He kissed me once more before settling back on his pillow, me firmly against his chest, and tugged the covers closer around us. “Get some rest, baby. I have a feeling tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.”