London Falling (The Falling Series)

by Audrey Carlan

  “Bridge baby,” he said, arms opening up. I slumped into his embrace calming the jittery hopped up energy that came with conversations with the sexy Englishman. That man confused and confounded me. Everything I knew and understood about myself, about how I wanted to live my life was in a state of juxtaposition when near Collier. I didn’t like it. In fact, I loathed it.

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  It took every ounce of my energy not to pound the bastard with his arm over the back of London’s chair. Tripp. Her supposed best friend. Right now he looked very friendly indeed. If I didn’t know better, I’d be convinced they were lovers, definitely more than friends. Tripp easily touched her in very overt personal ways, as a lover would. What was it she’d said about Tripp? That he was significant in her life, that she couldn’t live without him.

  My heart ached as I watched him tickle her shoulder, the shoulder I once sunk my teeth into during the height of passion. Her gorgeous body withered under mine, just a scant couple weeks ago. How did we get here? Her stunning eyes met mine across the table. I put everything I felt into my gaze, trying to tell her what words couldn’t.

  I missed her.

  I wanted her.

  I needed her.

  London made a move to stand. Tripp stood and pulled out her chair for her. At least he was a gentleman. Wanker.

  Three of the men at the table stood when she did, my brother and I’s manners called for it. Hank’s did as well. I liked the bloke more and more. Even though he was a Yank, he had a distinct southern accent. Reminded me how very similar Americans were to their British allies. Back in my mother country, different sections carried different dialects just as in the US.

  “Um, restroom?” London asked Nathaniel.

  Before he could tell her, I walked over and took her dainty wrist. “I’ll lead her.” I wanted to end that comment with ’anywhere’ but I kept that to myself.

  “I’ll just bet you will,” Tripp whispered. I responded with a glare. The man licked his lips and shook his head, turning back to our dinner companions.

  What the hell was the bugger’s problem anyway? When we’d met, he was overly friendly. He seemed to encourage our kiss on the street. Then when I called, he seemed to genuinely give advice, made it known he was not with London. So why the anger now? Oh bother. Maybe he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

  I led London down a long hall. Instead of heading to the bathroom closest to the dining room, I brought her through a second guest room that had a combined bathroom.

  She turned around and before I could contain myself, I had her in my arms, back plastered against the door and my lips slanted over hers. She opened, immediately filling my mouth with the taste of white grapes. The unique smell of cinnamon filled my nose, making my knees quake.

  I pressed my body into hers and she groaned into my mouth. Slowly, I slid a hand up her tanned thigh to palm and squeeze her luscious curves.

  “Jesus Christ, you undo me.” I spoke into her open, panting mouth, then sipped more from her lips.

  Her hands plucked at the belt at my waist, pulling it from the loops and unzipping my slacks. Too quickly the fabric pooled at my ankles. Using both hands I slipped her dress up her legs and yanked at the wisp of fabric she called underwear. The lace shredded on both sides in less than a second. A harsh tug on each side and nothing was between me and her bare pussy.

  “Need a taste,” I slid to my knees at the sound of her groan.

  “We really shouldn’t be doing this right…“ Her words fell to silence as the taste of pure honey exploded in my mouth, tongue fully entrenched between her thighs. I lifted her leg and urged her to slip it over my shoulder. She did, giving me perfect access to the sweet essence that was unique to London. I was ravenous, starving as I pulled the petals of her sex open and dove in. She cried out when I inserted two fingers deep into her and back out. The walls of her sex pulled and griped at my retreat.

  Finding the wall within that made her wild, I clung to her clit and manipulated her until she was straining, holding my head against her sex roughly, uncaring how tight she gripped my hair. I fucking loved making her lose control. As her breathing changed to a heavy pant, signaling my beauty was going to fall over the edge, I flicked at that little fuck button and gazed up. Our eyes met. She was luminescent. Her body shook as I stroked her and sucked her into a powerful orgasm.

  “Collier!” she half-whispered coming down slowly. Her orgasm subsided while I kissed my way up every piece of exposed skin. Pulling at the neck of her dress I licked and kissed the tops of her breasts, relishing the scent of her, wanting more of it invading my nostrils, filling my lungs with its sweetness.

  “God, you smell so good.” I laved at a nipple and pushed her tit up and out of her bra. She moaned when I sucked her hardened peak, flicking the sensitive flesh. She gripped my face and pulled me into a bone melting kiss.

  Her hand trailed down and pushed at my jockeys, pulling out my prick. “Fuck me,” she begged, lifting a bare leg over my hip. “Now.” She licked along my neck and bit my ear before planting her lips on mine.

  Pressing her harder into the door, I lifted both thighs, wrapping them around my waist. Her sex lined up perfectly with mine as I swiveled my hips, just giving her the tip of my cock. Her legs tightened around my waist, desperately trying to force me into her completely. With a tilt of my hips I gave her an inch or so more. Her head fell back with a thud against the door.

  “Please.” She licked her lips.

  “You’ll have it when I give it to you.” I pressed another inch, dastardly slow, gripping her ass. I gritted my teeth, doing everything I could to hold back from impaling into the treasure between those toned thighs.

  “You’re killing me. Fuck me!” She growled then swooped to take my lips. Slowly, I pushed another inch and she gasped.

  “No, you’re torturing me, Beauty. I want you to know what it feels like to have something you want right in front of you, but not get to keep it.”

  Her thighs tightened around me and her eyes closed in defeat.

  “Don’t do this,” she begged.

  Another inch earned me a deeper moan. “Please, Collier. I want…“

  “I want another date. Another chance. Give it to me and I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see stars, Beauty.”

  “Yes, okay. Anything just…“

  Yes was all I needed. I pulled back my hips, gripped her ass and hammered into her, making sure to crush her clit with my pelvic bone on every stroke. Between cries and moans she said nonsensical words I couldn’t grasp as I pounded into her, breathing life back into our souls again. I needed this. She needed it.

  The tight coil of pleasure built low in my back, flitted up through my groin and chest. Pure nirvana was approaching fast but I wanted her with me. Always with me.

  “Beauty, I’m gonna come. Fill you up, make you mine again,” I whispered into her ear. Her teeth bit the side of my neck so hard she may have drawn blood. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but her crooning into my neck, licking sucking the skin there. Her nails dug into my shoulders. All the while her pussy flooded with heat, squeezing and gripping my cock like a fist. Her body physically pulled the orgasm up from my balls, out my dick and into her waiting heat in long deep bursts of release.

  “Fuck,” I practically roared, not caring who heard me, hoping Tripp did.

  Both of us were spent while I held her tight, still gripping her ass, fingers white with the effort to hold on. She pulled back and kissed my mouth, slowly unhooking her legs.

  The room smelled of sex, sweat and cinnamon. Perfect. She pulled her dress down and fixed her top. It was almost a sin to put those lovely knockers back in their hiding place. I yanked up the pants, never having moved from the spot around my ankles.

  I nodded to a door across the room. “Toilet’s over there.” She nodded and made her way there. I sat down on the bed and waited for her to return.

  When she came out, she looked refreshed, yet like a woman who had just had a
thorough rodgering. I couldn’t help but grin.

  London smiled widely, her cheeks pinking up as if she were shy. The woman was not shy, though I’d pretty much give anything to see that smile on her face every day, be the one man allowed to put it there.

  “We’d better get back. We’ve been gone awhile.”

  “I’m pretty sure they all know what we were up to. Though your friend Tripp may have an issue.”

  She balked which made me feel a little relief. “Why? Tripp and I are friends. I’ve told you that.”

  “Does he know that?” My voice sounded gruff.

  Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip. “As a matter of fact he does. Now, let’s go.” She held onto the door handle.

  “Wait.” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my arms. “That date you promised?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Really, you just got laid. Can you give it a rest?”

  “No, I won’t. You promised.”

  “While you were fucking me!” she retorted. Her face showed irritation but her eyes held a hint of wickedness. I could so easily fall in love with that face.

  “Doesn’t matter. I will use whatever super human powers I have at my reach. So next weekend?”

  “Fine,” she answered briskly.

  “Fine.” I finished in a huff, not sure why either of was holding onto any annoyance, seeing the fabulous coupling we’d just had.

  We made our way down the hall. The entire table stopped talking when we entered. Nathaniel clapped. “Cheers, mate! That was quite the entertainment. Did I tell you one of my issues with this apartment? The walls are very thin, brother mine?”

  London’s face turned bright red. Aspen and Oliver laughed their asses off. Hank looked embarrassed but coughed into his hands and adjusted his pants. Dean held a knowing smile. Emma’s cheeks were tinged pink, probably matching my own. What caught my attention though were the daggers being thrown at me from across the room. Tripp looked at me, jaw tight, eyes narrowed. His hand was a tight fist on top of the table. Clearly, he had a difference of opinion on the status of his and London’s relationship. I vowed to get to the bottom of it. If London and I were to be anything in the future, this skeleton in her closet needed to be buried.

  Chapter - 10

  Dinner progressed after a little more ribbing from our friends. I tried valiantly to blow it off. Collier looked flat out like the cat that ate the canary. He spent the rest of the evening sending erotic little messages with his eyes and lips from across the table. We’d just had sex and he was staring at me like I was his next meal instead of the dish Nate and Emma were serving.

  “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing,” I heard Tripp address Emma as she refilled his wine. She blushed and looked away, smiling. Tripp grabbed the hand not holding the wine bottle. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” he said in that low smooth voice of his.

  Oh no. Not good. Something was already wiggy between Tripp and Collier. Now Tripp was using that voice on Collier’s sister. I closed my eyes and waited for her reply, wishing silently that he wasn’t doing what I think he was doing. It was hard to tell where Tripp’s feelings were when Mr. Sexy Englishman was throwing erotic, lusty emotions across the table that were so powerful they stole my breath. It skewed my emphatic radar, and made it impossible to focus on anything other than the pulsating desire practically ripping off my skin.

  As I focused on Tripp and Emma’s conversation, Nate interrupted Collier, effectively breaking the tether between us.

  As I turned to focus more closely on Tripp, he was responding to something Emma said about not knowing anyone in the States. “Sweetheart, you just need to get out, have a little fun. I’ll take you on a trip,” He waggled his eyebrows and Emma beamed. Her elegant features lit with joy; clearly she appreciated his advance. “Let’s exchange numbers and I’ll take you out this week. Show you a bit of the city. Would you like that?” He kissed her hand. Smooth Tripp, real smooth.

  I rolled my eyes and bumped his elbow, throwing off his mack on Collier’s sister.

  A noise that sounded an awful lot like a growl made Tripp and Emma look across the table. Collier’s brown eyes were so dark they were practically black. Anger pumped off him with a passion, turning his aura a muddied red. Emma pulled her hand away, quick as a snap of the finger.

  “We’ll connect a little later,” she offered and continued her merry way, filling wine glasses until the bottle was empty then leaving to retrieve another.

  Collier took a deep breath and focused on finishing the food on his plate. A frown marred his five o’clock shadow and his lips moved as he stared at his plate. I think I caught the word ’bastard’ and ’sucker’ but I couldn’t be sure. It would be easy enough to figure out what he was saying and who it was directed at.

  Allowing Collier to brood, I looked around the room at the different folks deep in conversations. The white walls of Nate’s house served as a perfect background to evaluate each person’s mood and aura. Of course, it was a cinch if their emotions were spilling off them strong enough I didn’t have to focus, like Collier and his present angry state.

  My scan first settled on my sister Aspen and her fiancée Hank. Their aura’s matched, a luscious pale pink, indicative of a revived romantic relationship filled with love and affection. Hers had the telltale flicker of white stars or sprinkles of light along the edges. Those effervescent glimmers signified she was pregnant. Those little bursts of light reminded me of the lightening bugs we used to chase across the large grounds of our parents’ estate, beautiful light that was almost impossible to grasp, though we spent countless hours trying. This time my dear sister had caught her light source and it had something to do with the man currently cupping her cheek reverently.

  Dean was laughing at something Hank said about the upcoming wedding, his blue aura consistently gleaming. Out of the entire group, Dean was the most centered and cool-headed. It was interesting to see him and Oliver react to one another because Ollie was so eccentric, boisterous and downright jolly. His aura shined silver like a fine metallic sterling. He was in his full mama-bear state, sitting close to Aspen while touching Dean. He was a nurturer by nature and this baby gave him an opportunity to experience life being brought into the world, something his own relationship choices would likely not offer him.

  Parenthood was an option if they had a surrogate. As far as I knew they weren’t planning a family but I’m certain Aspen having one was going to give Oliver the baby bug. Hopefully, he’d get his fill through her child.

  “So Aspen, have you and Hank thought of any baby names yet?” Emma sat down between Collier and Dean.

  Hank grinned and Aspen perked up excitedly. “Not really. The only thing we’ve been able to agree on is that the name will start with the letter H.”

  “Why’s that?” Emma took a sip of her wine.

  “Hank’s Father, Brother, and two nephews all have H names. We want to continue that with our child.”

  “What if it’s not a boy?” I asked.

  Aspen shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. Hank and I like tradition. Though Hank would be fine with a Hank Jr. of course.” She rolled her eyes as he slid his arm around her shoulder lovingly, a huge smile planted on his rugged face.

  “H for healthy is all I’m concerned about, Angel,” he said, kissing her temple. She nuzzled into his kiss.

  “Is there something we should be worried about?” I asked, immediately concerned. Oliver perked up and grabbed Aspen’s hand.

  “Not a one. Our little lemon is just fine!” Hank added proudly.

  “Lemon?” I asked.

  My sister grinned. “He’s referring to the baby’s size. According to the growth chart, the baby at fourteen weeks is the size of a lemon. It’s endless entertainment for Hank. He actually tells me each morning how much the baby has grown, what new thing with my body I should expect to be feeling. And weekly, he humors me with what size the baby is compared to food.” She shakes her head and grins.

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�Those daily emails are perfect. Just what you need to keep you up-to-date. A man doesn’t need to be told what’s happening with his baby. He should already know.” Hank’s chest puffed up a bit as he placed a protective hand over Aspen’s stomach.

  “Let me get this straight, mate. You get emails telling you about your wife’s pregnancy every day?” Nate asked while he leaned against Emma’s chair from behind.

  “That’s right. My baby, my fiancée, my family. Not going to be blindsided by nothin’. And I’m completely fascinated by the entire process. Her body is incredible and sexy as hell!” He nuzzled my sister’s neck and kissed the ball of her shoulder.

  “You’re whipped!” Nate pointed at Hank and everyone sitting at the table laughed.

  Hank shrugged and pulled Aspen closer to him. “Don’t care,” Hank answered with all the confidence in the world. Truly, the macho thing did come naturally to Hank, especially considering his old-fashioned upbringing. When it came to anything related to my sister, he was all in.

  “Well, I think it’s fantastic. A man should want to know about his child. So many children don’t have a loving father. Hank, I think you’re better than most men,” I added with meaning. I truly was proud of the relationship Aspen had with Hank. He seemed to care only for her and their happiness.

  “Now what about the wedding? That’s in two or three weeks?” Nate asked and sat in his chair.

  “Honestly, I’m not doing much,” Aspen responded. “The wedding planner and Hank’s family are taking care of most of the arrangements. With Bright Magazine releasing in January, the baby due in May and Hank’s business expansion to New York…” She sighed heavily. “…we’re crammed with activity. Not to mention how crazy we are for getting married the week before Thanksgiving during winter in Texas.”