Chapter 35

thirty-five

“We settled!” Savannah burst into the main office, feet ahead of Athena, who had a wicked grin on her face.

Fallon looked from Savannah to Athena and back again, chuckling. “I know you did.”

“I—what?” Savannah furrowed her brow in confusion.

“It doesn’t matter. That’s exciting!” Fallon switched into girlfriend mode from Athena’s office manager mode and immediately stood up. She wrapped Savannah in her arms and pressed their mouths together.

Athena’s lips quirked up at the move, her eyes lighting with excitement as she stepped around them. “Worth it? Very much so.”

“I assume you told Kyla.”

“She was there,” Savannah quipped. “She just had to go get Junior because he broke his arm at soccer practice.”

“Oh my God!” Fallon’s heart sank. “Really?”

Savannah nodded. “Holli took him to the emergency room since we were still in the meeting and it was so important for us to be there, but she’s booking it there now.”

Athena stepped forward and handed Fallon a stack of files. She was now back to work mode, knowing exactly what she was supposed to do with these in the next week. “Remind me to talk to you about Haven.”

Haven had been the additional hire to help Athena on Savannah’s case, and so far, Athena hadn’t been impressed. Then again, she wasn’t the easiest boss to work for either. She’d probably made Haven’s life a living hell in the process.

“Sure.” Fallon settled the paperwork onto her desk.

“And you can go home, Fallon. I think you have some celebrating to do.” With a knowing laugh, Athena walked into her office and shut the door behind her.

Fallon scrunched her nose up. “I’m not sure I’m ever going to be used to her knowing my secrets. Or being that informal about them, either.”

Savannah canted her head to the side and looked Fallon up and down. “What do you mean?”

“That’s a long story, but she’s a different person now than she used to be when I started working for her. Well, even in the last two years of working for her. She’s much more…relaxed.” That was the best word that Fallon could come up with.

“Right. You’ll have to explain that one more to me when we get home.” Savannah winked at her. “Because we’re celebrating.”

“Yes. Celebrating.” Fallon cleaned up her workspace as quickly as she could while Savannah left to head to her apartment. She didn’t even bother doing the few last-minute things that she wanted to, knowing full well that she could get to them tomorrow. The pace was such an odd change from the one she’d had prior to meeting Savannah. Normally, she would have stayed late to get everything done and set up for the next day.

But her priorities were different now.

And Savannah was a big part of that priority.

Athena stepped out of her office. “I thought you were leaving.”

“I am. I was just heading out. Did you need something?”

Shaking her head, Athena pursed her lips and looked Fallon over. “Love looks good on you.”

Fallon barked out a laugh. “I could say the same about you.”

“But you won’t,” Athena added.

“I value my life.” Fallon grabbed her purse and put it over her shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The drive to Savannah’s was quick, and it wasn’t until she was in front of Savannah’s door that she remembered that Brinley wasn’t there that night. She’d gotten so used to having Brinley around that it felt odd for her to be at a sleepover. Savannah had managed to get a protection order for Brinley in place, and so she’d been at Savannah’s ever since.

But tonight, it would just be the two of them.

Which meant…

“Well, hello there.” Savannah opened the door with a seductive smile on her lips, already halfway undressed. She had a silky robe on, and Fallon definitely wanted to know what was underneath it.

“I forgot we were alone tonight.”

“Exactly.” Savannah grabbed the lapels of Fallon’s jacket and dragged her inside.

She stood up on her toes and pressed their mouths together hard and fast. Fallon dropped her purse onto the floor and cupped Savannah’s cheeks. She’d needed this type of kiss in the office. But they’d both held back because of where they were and who was there.

“I can’t believe we settled. I was so scared we wouldn’t,” Savannah whispered.

“I knew you would. Athena’s a damn good lawyer.”

“That money will help Kyla so much.”

Fallon kissed her again. “Any updates on Junior?”

“Clean fracture. He’s going to get casted soon and then will have to sit out of soccer for a bit while it heals.” Savannah took Fallon by the hand and led her straight into the bedroom. “I really don’t want to talk about kids right now.”

“Understood, boss.” Fallon chuckled as they shut the door out of habit.

On the bed, Savannah had laid out the strap and the lube. Fallon instantly knew what she wasn’t asking out loud for. And when she glanced over at Savannah, her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

“Oh, sweet Savannah. Get on that bed.” Fallon dropped her jacket onto the floor. She was stepping out of her heels when Savannah climbed onto the bed and avoided the strap and lube. She untied the robe she was wearing, revealing absolutely nothing on underneath.

Fuck, what had Fallon done to deserve a woman like this? Her lips pulled up to the side, and she walked straight for Savannah, gripping onto her heels and dragging her closer to the edge of the bed. Savannah lifted up, clearly expecting a kiss, but Fallon didn’t hesitate. She dropped her mouth straight between Savannah’s legs and licked her fully.

“Oh God,” Savannah moaned, falling back onto the bed.

Laughing, Fallon shifted her position so it was more comfortable. She loved how Savannah tasted. She could marvel at it all night if she wanted to, if not longer. She pushed her shoulders against the backs of Savannah’s thighs and pressed her face fully between Savannah’s legs.

“You’re so sexy in that skirt,” Savannah said, her voice breathy.

Fallon didn’t answer, though she was going to remember that comment going forward. Savannah liked it when she looked made up and nice for work. They could so easily play into that. Not tonight though, at least not intentionally. Reaching along each side of Savannah’s body, Fallon gripped Savannah’s hands and laced their fingers.

She held on. Fallon moved her tongue against Savannah’s clit, rising and lowering with her as Savannah’s hips undulated. Fallon sucked, using the pressure she had on Savannah’s body to bring her even more pleasure. She wasn’t going to miss a single moment. She rose and fell with Savannah, taking every movement as a sign that she was doing this right.

Savannah gripped her hands tightly, clinging onto her and pulling her into Savannah even more. Fallon wasn’t going to move. Savannah shifted her hips from side to side, her body tensing up. She’d already been wet and ready when Fallon had started this, as if just the anticipation of what was going to happen that night had been titillating enough to compel Savannah’s body toward orgasm.

Fallon stayed right where she was, her mouth against Savannah, her cheeks damp and wet, her tongue bursting with a flavor she’d come to crave. Savannah groaned and wiggled again, her back lifting up as she cried out. Ripping herself away, Fallon undid the buttons on her blouse and slowly pulled off her shirt.

She kept her eyes locked on Savannah as she undressed, peeling each item of clothing off slowly but efficiently. She didn’t want to make them wait any longer than necessary, but she did want Savannah to have time to pull herself together before Fallon made her come again.

When she pulled down her skirt, Savannah started to move and cover herself up, but Fallon shook her head and touched Savannah’s knee lightly. “Stay right where you are.”

“Why?”

“I love looking at you.”

“You’re looking at my pussy, not me.”

“That’s part of you.” Fallon hooked her thumbs in her thong and pulled it off before snagging the strap that was still on the bed next to her. She stepped into it, adjusted the straps and immediately looked Savannah over once more.

Savannah’s eyes were wide, her gaze glued to the toy.

“Want it?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Fallon hooked her hands around the backs of Savannah’s calves and lifted them up. Sliding her fingers along her skin, she lifted Savannah’s legs and rested them on her hips. Savannah would be able to figure out from there what Fallon was looking for. “Do you want lube? I’m not sure you need it.”

Bending over, Fallon pressed their mouths together in a deep kiss. Savannah groaned, tangling her fingers in Fallon’s hair and tugging just enough to change the angle of the kiss and start anew. Savannah leaned back, lifting her hips higher, and immediately Fallon knew what she was looking for.

“Touch yourself for me.” Pulling away, Fallon positioned the toy right at Savannah’s entrance.

“Now,” Savannah said with a nod. She hooked her heels behind Fallon’s butt and pulled her in closer.

Fallon slid the toy inside Savannah, holding her breath the entire time. She loved doing this. She loved being the one in control of her partner’s pleasure, feeling the rise and fall of their time together, when they could find each other in the basest way. Savannah grunted, her face scrunched up before she relaxed.

“You ready?” Fallon asked.

“Yes.”

Keeping the movements slow, Fallon pulled her hips away slightly and thrust back in. She’d make it hard and fast as soon as she had a better understanding of how Savannah was going to handle everything. Savannah stretched her arms over her head and immediately moved them back down. She slid her fingers in between their bodies and swiped two fingers over her clit.

Fallon had to bite back her own groan at the sight. Savannah was stunning in so many ways. But watching them do this together was one of her favorites. With Savannah’s heels locked around her back, Fallon pushed forward. She continued to thrust, a sheen of sweat glistening along her back as Savannah touched herself. Fallon could barely pull her gaze away from the place where they were joined.

“Fallon.” Savannah swallowed. “I’m close.”

Saying nothing, Fallon watched with rapt attention as Savannah slid into her second orgasm, as she tensed with pleasure, as she contorted with joy. Bending over Savannah’s body, Fallon locked their lips together in a deep embrace.

“I love you,” Fallon whispered.

Savannah grinned back at her, a sloppy, satisfied, joy-filled grin. Fallon never wanted to see any other kind of smile after that one. This one was perfect. Pressing kisses to Savannah’s body as she pulled away, Fallon took the strap off and climbed onto the bed. She wanted to press herself against Savannah, be as close to her as possible tonight.

Trailing her fingers over Savannah’s skin, making sweet patterns as she went, Fallon settled into this moment. This was more than she could ever have asked for from a relationship. She bit her lip, her eyes stopping up with tears that she managed to hold back.

“I never thought I’d be able to have this, you know,” Fallon said. “I was so scared that if I even stepped one foot in the direction of a relationship that I would become him.”

“But you haven’t,” Savannah chimed.

“No, I haven’t.”

“And you haven’t become Forrest 2.0 either.”

Fallon laughed and shook her head. “Thank God for that one.”

“Yes, thank God for it.” Savannah hooked her leg over Fallon’s and pulled herself up so she straddled Fallon’s hips. “But this isn’t where our relationship ends.”

“No, it doesn’t end here.” Fallon ran her hands up and down Savannah’s thighs. “I don’t know where it’s going, though.”

“I think I might.” Savannah bent down, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of Fallon’s lips. Then another one to the other side.

“Well, I think I might know where tonight’s taking us.” Fallon reached up, cupping Savannah’s breasts and teasing her nipples. They were hard, sensitive, and exactly within reach. Fallon loved the way Savannah sucked in a sharp breath, the way she wiggled when something was too sensitive but she didn’t want to give up the touch, the way she was always ready for more.

“And tomorrow?”

“Probably tomorrow too.”

Savannah stealthily moved one hand down Fallon’s body, pressing her fingers right between her legs. She slid two inside Fallon and instantly curled them upward. “What about next week?”

Fallon groaned, her hips raising up to meet Savannah’s hand. She needed more than just two fingers settled inside her. She needed movement—touch. Biting her lip, Fallon opened her eyes and gave Savannah a hard look. “Next week probably looks a lot like this week.”

Savannah swiped her thumb along Fallon’s clit, eliciting a moan that took them both by surprise. Giggling, Savannah leaned down and captured Fallon’s nipple with her mouth, teasing it to a peak with her tongue.

“Next month?”

“What?” Fallon furrowed her brow, so lost in the touches that she must have missed what Savannah had said to begin with.

“What about next month? What does that look like?”

“Savannah…” Fallon said in a warning. She wasn’t going to be able to concentrate on Savannah’s touches and the conversation at the same time for much longer. She was already struggling with that.

“What does next month look like?” Savannah asked again.

She must really want an answer. Fallon grunted and tried to find something to say, but the only thing that came to mind was exactly like what was happening now. She didn’t want anything to change between them. She didn’t want Savannah to go find someone new, and she definitely didn’t want to do that for herself.

Fallon pulled Savannah up, pressing their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. “I want it to look like this. And the month after that, and the one after that. And next year. I want to be with you.”

Savannah’s eyes crinkled at the corners as her lips curled upward. “That’s exactly what I want.”

With one big kiss, Savannah moved back down. She pressed her mouth over Fallon’s clit while she moved her fingers languidly. Immediately, Fallon was thrust into insurmountable pleasure. She could barely keep up with what Savannah was doing, where she was, how she was teasing her. Fallon wiggled on the bed, trying to keep herself still enough for Savannah to keep on touching her, but also trying to move to get more.

She just needed more.

Everything that Savannah had brought with her, the hope, love, the basic enjoyment of life—Fallon craved that now. And she never wanted anything else. She wanted to have that right at her fingertips whenever she needed it, because it was exactly what she’d needed in her life and she hadn’t even known it.

Savannah had already given her so much.

And Fallon would willingly take whatever Savannah had left to give, and she’d give the same, if not more, right back. She didn’t want to give this up. Crying out her release, Fallon curled up on her side on the bed. She needed to catch her breath. She needed to catch herself, didn’t she? But no. She’d wanted this, and she’d walked right into this relationship with eyes wide open, and that wasn’t something she was willing to go back on.

“I love you, Fallon,” Savannah whispered into her ear, curling behind Fallon and wrapping her arm over Fallon’s hip and stomach. “I want to see where we’ll be in a year from now.”

“Years,” Fallon corrected. She was more confident now than before, that little moment of doubt that reared its ugly head cementing her knowledge that the fear wasn’t what she wanted any more. Twisting around, Fallon pressed her thigh between Savannah’s legs and held on to Savannah with everything she had. “Years.”

“Yes, years,” Savannah repeated. “We have years together.”

Kissing Savannah this time was everything Fallon never knew she could have. It was pure love.