Falcon (Own the Skies Book 3)

by Emma Nichole

“Rose, I’ve spent the last five years of my life living at seventy percent, when I thought I was living at ninety-nine. I have had fun over those years, of course, and I have made amazing memories, but there’s something different about him. I’m not in love, not at all, but he makes me feel so…alive. And I’m not ready to lose that yet.”

  “And what happens when he leaves?” she asks, with a tilt of her head. “What then?”

  “I will cross that bridge when I get to it. Live life one minute at a time, right? Isn’t that what you always tell me?”

  “One minute at a time,” she says, with her glass raised toward mine and we clink before taking a drink. “Where is he tonight, anyway? I was hoping to sneak a peek.”

  “He went to dinner with Case and Nora. They wanted to take him somewhere on the island down by Amelia and Grayson.” I check my phone, seeing if he has texted me. He hasn’t.

  “Look at you,” she says, with a grin.

  “What?”

  “You’re smitten, babe. Full on. It’s adorable.”

  “I was just checking the time. See.” I flip the phone around like it proves a point. “Nine fifteen.”

  “Yeah, okay.” She rolls her eyes.

  As if on cue, as if I planned it, my doorbell sounds throughout my house.

  “Umm,” I say in confusion, as I place my glass on the coffee table.

  “Expecting someone?” Rose asks.

  “No one at all.” I stand from the sofa and go over to answer the door

  When I do, there he stands in all of his glory, dressed in jeans and a plain white T-shirt with Ray-Ban sunglasses tucked in the neck. He is sex on a motherfucking stick and I want to eat him alive.

  “Hello, Faith.” His voice runs over my skin and pulls goosebumps from within my pores and makes them stand at full attention, along with my nipples.

  “Falcon. Hi,” I say in a breathy voice. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

  “I should have called. I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you.” He steps forward and cups my face in his hands, placing a kiss on my lips.

  It isn’t a small kiss either. It’s a big, long, “I’ve needed this all day long” type of kiss that is only stopped by the sound of Rose clearing her throat behind us.

  “Oh.” He pulls away from me. “I didn’t know you had company. Shit. I’m sorry.”

  “No, no. It’s okay,” I say. “Falcon, this is my best friend, Rose. Rose, this is Falcon Masen.” I motion to him and he takes a step forward with an outstretched hand.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Rose.”

  “You too, Falcon.” She takes his hand in a gentle shake. “Your ears must have been burning.”

  “Oh really? Why is that?” he asks, turning to look at me.

  I go to speak, but Rose beats me to it. “Oh, no reason really. Oh wow, look at the time,” she says, looking at the wrist she doesn’t even have a watch on it. “I should get going.”

  “Don’t leave on my account,” he offers. “I barged in. I can go.”

  “No, no. That’s not necessary. I have to work early in the morning anyway,” she says, gathering her purse from the table by the door. “Faith, I’ll call you tomorrow. Falcon, it was nice meeting you.” She walks up to him and places her hand on his shoulder. “And just so you know, I’m very protective of my friends…and I am one hell of a shot with a nine millimeter.”

  “I will keep that in mind,” he says, and I just shake my head, not even surprised a little. I love my friend.

  She walks to the door and my eyes follow her. When she is sure that only I can see her, she mouths the words, “Oh. My. God” before slipping out the front door.

  “She seems…protective.” He laughs.

  “That was tame. Very tame. I’ve seen her punch men twice your size before.”

  “Remind me to stay on her good side.” He rests back against the wall.

  “Did you have a good time? Tonight? Where did they take you?” I take his bicep in my hand. “Come sit.”

  He follows me all the way to the sofa and sits beside me. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time.

  “I had a great time. We went to some seafood place on the beach. It was great.” He pulls my feet up into his lap. “Your day went well?”

  “I’m happy it’s Friday. That’s for sure.” I moan slightly when he begins to massage the arches of my feet.

  “Rough week?”

  “Something like that. Some weeks are harder than others.”

  Falcon and I texted every day this week but we were only able to see each other in passing a few times since the gym nearly five days ago. It’s part of why I want to make the most of this week because I know what happens in seven days.

  “Do you plan on taking it easy this weekend?” he asks, his hands now sliding up to massage my ankle.

  “I plan on only leaving if I absolutely have to. I want to stay right here. All weekend.”

  “What will you be doing with all of this free, weekend time?” His hand is now toying with the skin on my inner thigh.

  “Well, to be honest…I was hoping you’d be involved somehow.” I shift my feet in his lap just a bit.

  “And if I’m also honest, I was going to insist that you and I spend the weekend right here. Case is on night shift all week and Nora works bright and early, so she’s in bed right after dinner. I’d be awfully lonely over there all by myself.”

  “So stay with me.” I flex my toes against the growing erection under his jeans.

  “Think carefully about what you’re doing, Faith.”

  “Oh, I am. I’ve thought about it more times than I can count, Falcon. It’s all I think about sometimes.” I arch my back when his fingers inch higher.

  “Tell me exactly what you think about in detail. I want to hear it all.” His voice has shifted deeper. Almost like it’s dropped an octave. It’s sexy.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I tell him. “I’m…embarrassed.”

  “You don’t have to be. Not with me. Never.”

  I take a breath and finally begin to speak.

  Falcon

  With every word that pours out of her mouth, with every syllable, with every breath and sigh, she drives me a bit more wild.

  “I’ve wondered what it would be like to be on all fours with you behind me. I want to feel that power. That raw, sexual energy that seeps from your pores, Falcon. I’ve never wanted rough, but with you, I want it.”

  But you don’t want to be pinned down.

  I nearly say it, but I don’t want to risk ruining the moment.

  “Keep talking.” That’s all I say. All I can say. She is going to lead this. I need her to lead this.

  “I want you all over my house. Against the walls and on my table. I want you in my shower and on my washer. Anywhere it can happen, I’ve thought about it happening,” her words leave her lips in soft cries.

  “Stand up. In front of me.” I pull her up by her hands. She rises gracefully and steps over, standing between my knees. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

  My eyes are level with her stomach, so I sit up from my reclined position and rest my head there. Her hands come up from her sides and slide through my hair. She grazes her nails over my scalp and I groan in pleasure.

  I grip her hips then move my hands around to grip her ass, squeezing it and pulling her even closer to me. The urge to ravage her completely is growing thick in my veins. I place kisses along her belly, through her shirt, then look up at her.

  “Tell me you want this, Faith. I need to hear you say it.”

  I watch her for a moment as her eyes search mine. She doesn’t immediately answer though. She pauses and places a hand on either side of my face before she bends down to kiss my lips.

  “I want this,” she whispers.

  “Thank fuck.”

  I yank her toward me so she sits astride my lap, one knee on either side of my waist. I can feel her shaking hands as they glide over my shoulders and come to a rest on my chest.
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  I grip the back of her neck and feast upon her lips. They taste of her lip gloss and a twist of white wine. She’s decadent and I can’t get enough of her.

  With my free hand, I pull the front of her tank top down to reveal a simple, pale pink bra. The material is thin enough I can see her dark, dusty brown nipples underneath.

  I lay a line of kisses across the swell of her breasts, then down to pull her right nipple between my lips, giving it a gentle suck through the lacy fabric of her bra.

  This is my favorite part of having sex with someone for the first time. Getting to explore them, see what they like, what they don’t like. Find out what makes them tick and clearly, nipple play makes Faith incredibly happy, because she lets out the most glorious moan when my lips close around it.

  “Yessss.” Her head drops back, exposing the long line of her neck.

  I smile and curl my fingertip into the fabric of her bra and tug it down. The bunched up fabric and underwire push her breast up, presenting it to me like a fucking dessert I can’t wait to feast upon.

  I circle the tip of my tongue over the hardened bud. Her skin is so soft and it smells of coconut and some kind of citrus. It’s intoxicating.

  I can feel her hand tentatively sinking lower and lower down my chest and over my abdomen then toying with the buckle on my belt.

  “Open it.” I use both hands to push her breasts together so I can tease both of her nipples with my mouth at once.

  She complies, unlatching the buckle and pulling it open. She doesn’t waste any time either, because she immediately pops open my fly and lowers the zipper.

  I bring my lips back up to her neck then zero in on her ear. “Reach inside. Touch me. I want to feel those delicate little fingers wrapped around me.”

  She slips first one finger into the waistband of my boxer briefs, quickly followed by another until she’s guiding her entire hand in, and when I feel her skin connect with the tender skin of my cock, I nearly come on the spot.

  “Jesus fuck.”

  She just smiles and presses closer against me. “I felt you throb in my hand.” She swipes her thumb over the seam in the head and gives me a gentle tug.

  “Keep doing that and this will be over way before it even begins.”

  “Falcon, I want you…” she begs, grinding her body down onto me.

  “Who am I to deny you?”

  Chapter 12

  Faith

  Holy shit. I’m going to have sex with Falcon Masen. Holy fuck. Holy Fuck. Holy Cow. Wow.

  Breathe, Faith. Breathe. Focus. Focus on what feels good. Don’t be insecure. Be yourself. Have fun.

  I chant this mantra in my head over and over and over as he shifts me around to lie on the couch, and as he settles between my legs, still clothed, and proceeds to kiss the shit out of every inch of exposed skin I have.

  I lift my hands toward him and tug on the fabric of the shirt at the back of his neck, tugging it over his head. He assists me, and tosses it to the side.

  I will never get over his body. It’s so toned and beautiful. Not so muscular that it’s gross, but enough no one would want to fuck with him. Just the sight of it makes my heart beat faster, if that’s even possible right now. It already feels like it may explode. My nerves are starting to take over and I want to get this moving before I chicken out.

  I slide my hands into his jeans and try to push them down, but his voice stops me.

  “Hey, hey.” He brushes my hair from my face. “There’s no rush. I want to take my time with you.” He lays a kiss to my lips. “Cherish you.” My nose. “Taste you.” My neck. “Enjoy you.” My chest. “Drive you out of your mind.”

  I lick my lips and drop my eyes closed. “Please,” I beg.

  “On one condition.” He sits back on his haunches and slowly begins to ease my shorts and panties down my body.

  “Anything.”

  “You keep your eyes open.” He pulls my shorts and panties over my toes and tosses them aside, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down, but I’m not ashamed. I’m not embarrassed that he’s seeing my body. I don’t have time to be, because as soon as he sets eyes on me they fill with fire, like he’s never seen anything he has wanted more.

  “I won’t close them.” I reach up and grip the arm of the sofa above my head.

  “Good girl.”

  Fuck. Me.

  Those two words somehow send my libido from ten to fifty in a millisecond. I think I can actually feel the moisture seeping from my body.

  He bends forward and places a kiss to my thigh, right over my tattoo, then rubs the scruff from his chin against my skin until it leaves a trail of fire in the most delicious way.

  I watch him settle his shoulders between my thighs, feeling his hot breath on my pussy, and I feel him lift my shirt just a bit when he grips my waist. I tip my head back, and against the rules, drop my eyes closed.

  But then…he stops.

  “Falcon. What? Okay, okay. I’ll open my eyes.” I look down between my legs and I see him staring at the space above my pussy, right at my pelvis.

  My scars.

  “Faith…what—”

  “No. Not right now.” I grip him by the face and pull him up, dragging him up my body.

  I can’t talk about that. I won’t let that ruin this.

  I refuse.

  My body feels like it is going to explode, but instead of flames, I’ll burst into a cacophony of neon colors and sparkling lights.

  That’s what this man does to me. He makes me feel inhuman in the most incredible way. He doesn’t question why I don’t want to talk about the scars. He doesn’t make me feel guilty or weird, he just moves his body back over mine and buries his face in the crook of my neck, feasting on my pulse like a vampire.

  Maybe that’s what he is? No man with blood pumping through his veins could be this incredible. Every path his hands take on my skin leaves a trail of scorching flames. I’m tingling. Burning.

  I bring one hand down, slipping it under the waist of his jeans, pushing the denim down.

  “Take these off,” I moan breathily.

  “Hold on.” He props up with one hand braced against the sofa back and uses the other to pull a square foil packet from his pocket.

  I trail my nails up and down his ribcage. “I guess you really did think we were a foregone conclusion.”

  “A man can hope.”

  And once again, we collide in a kaleidoscope of kisses and roaming hands. His jeans hit the floor, as does my shirt and then my bra.

  This is the first time I’ve been fully naked with a man in years, and I don’t feel an ounce of worry or an ounce of fear. The only thing I feel is pure, unadulterated, motherfucking need.

  I can feel his cock, hard and unforgiving, pressing against the ultra-sensitive skin between my legs, and in a moment of bravery, I reach down and take him into my hands, pumping him slowly.

  My eyes are steady on his face so I can take in every reaction, every ripple of muscle in his cheeks and tremble of his lips.

  “Christ,” he groans and places his forehead on mine. “You’re killing me.”

  “But what a way to go,” I tease.

  I part my thighs a little more and guide his tip up just a bit then I gently graze it back and forth over my clit, which is currently swollen and begging for some kind of attention.

  “Ohhh,” I sigh out. “Wow.”

  I feel him push up, putting more weight on the back of the couch so he can look down at the small connection we have right now.

  “Keep doing that,” he commands, and I’m all too happy to oblige.

  I use him just as I do my toys. Small circles, then back and forth…repeating over…and over.

  I can feel a louder cry bubbling in my throat. “I could come just from this,” I tell him. “I’m going to. I am.” It’s inevitable, a foregone conclusion, just like he said we were.

  “Do it. I want to see it. Show me that beautiful face contorting when you come for me.”

/>   I’m well on my way, but then I feel his hand reach down and blend in with his cock head and my slickness…and that’s all it takes.

  “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” I scream, louder than I truly intended as one of the most intense orgasms of my life rocks my every vein, my every fiber…my entire being.

  I’ve let go of his cock and I’ve brought both of my hands up to my face, covering it out of habit, but he doesn’t let that exist for long.

  I’m still trembling in aftershocks when he pulls my arms back down, cock still nestled against my pussy, and places a soft, chaste kiss on my lips.

  “That was perfect,” he tells me, before laying another kiss to my mouth. “And I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

  I hear the crinkle of the foil packet opening, then wet rubbery sound of the condom slipping on to him, then I feel his hands curling over my knees then gliding to grip the back of each of them.

  My legs are bent in his hands and he parts my thighs, exposing me even further to him. He sits back on his heels and drapes my thighs over his.

  I’m quaking like a leaf, not with nerves, but because instead of sating the need, my orgasm only fueled this fire deep inside of me.

  He leans forward, bracing himself on his hands on either side of my head, on the cushion beneath my head.

  “Tell me you want me,” he says, licking his lips. His eyes have darkened to almost black. He looks like a predator, someone I should be trying to avoid, but I want to run right into his arms.

  “I want you, Falcon. Please…fuck me.” I reach up and back, wrapping my fingers around his wrists by my head.

  “Fucking finally,” I hear him groan, before he shifts his hips and sinks deliciously into my body.

  I gasp sharply. It’s painful, but I crave the pain. It quickly starts to bleed into the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever felt, and then when he begins to move…game over.

  “Mmmmm.”

  It’s the only thing I can manage in between thrusts. He doesn’t jackhammer into me the way most men seem to do, oh no.

  His motions are calculated. Slow but powerful. Sharp but soft.

  The wet sounds of sex fill the room, and mingle with our sighs and groans, and to me, there is nothing more attractive than a moan groaning into your ear during sex.