Pressing a kiss to my hair, he whispers, “Thank you.” Even though I’m pressed right against him, I still try to snuggle closer. “Thank you for coming into my life.”
I’m not someone who cries easily but now that I’ve learned how lonely it must be at the top for Falcon, I can’t help but cry for him.
And Mason. I now understand why he lashes out so often.
I press my lips together to keep from making a sound as a tear rolls down the side of my face.
And Lake. Sweet, gentle Lake.
My body begins to tremble from all the effort it’s taking to not break down and sob.
Falcon tightens his hold on me and presses another kiss to my hair. “It’s okay.”
I nod, wiping my tears on his shirt in the process.
“I was just overwhelmed. I’m back to normal now. You have nothing to worry about.”
I nod again and quickly turn my face into his chest, muffling the sob.
I never knew my heart could hurt so much.
Falcon pulls back and bringing his hand to my face, he wipes a tear away. “Why are you crying?”
“Because it’s so unfair,” I whisper.
“What?”
“That money robs you of your humanity.” Another sob drifts over my lips. “I’m going to be damn mother hen to the three of you now.”
“Don’t spoil Lake too much and be careful, Mason might bite.”
I laugh through my tears and rest my chin on his chest as I look up at him. “And you?”
He keeps brushing his hand over the side of my face, and the affectionate look from earlier is back.
“I’m going to be needy and require a lot of hugs and kisses.”
A wide smile spreads over my face. “Promise?”
“Oh, I definitely promise,” he jokes, and pushing me onto my back, he presses a quick kiss to my mouth. He moves a little down, laying his head on my chest.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper and bringing a hand to his hair, I softly pull my fingers through the strands. It doesn’t take long until his breaths grow deeper.
“I’m going to save you, Falcon,” I whisper. “I’m going to save all three of you.”
Chapter 16
Falcon
I’ve spent most of the day catching up on the work I missed yesterday. Closing my laptop, I check my watch to make sure I have enough time.
After showering and putting on a fresh set of clothes, I leave the suite. I take the stairs up to the roof and check that everything is in place for Layla’s surprise. Luckily, it’s a nice evening, and there isn’t a breeze even though it’s overcast. I light all the candles and make sure the snacks I wanted have been brought up.
I quickly go down and knock on Layla’s door.
I’m used to having full control over my life, but with Layla – it’s both exciting and scary at the same time. I’m experiencing things and feelings I never knew existed, but knowing I can lose it just as quickly, fuck, it’s terrifying.
I need to stop thinking about what can happen and focus on what I have right now, but it’s easier said than done.
Layla opens the door, and the instant my eyes land on her face a wildfire of emotion spreads through me, color explodes behind my eyes, and my heart beats easier. I step right up to her and engulf her in my arms, pressing her hard to my chest.
“Uhhhh,” she makes a cute face as she strains in my hold while trying to stand on her toes. “Unfair, you’re taller,” she pouts and not being able to deny her anything, I press a kiss to her puckered lips. A wide smile spreads across her face, lighting her up brighter than the sun. “Again.” I grin and comply, but keep the kiss short. “Again,” she whispers, pushing her body a little higher.
Loosening my hold on her, I lift my hands to her face and tilting my head, I softly lower my mouth to hers, then keep still.
Empty and lonely. That was every day before her.
But yesterday, every hour felt different, bursting with everything I thought I’d never have.
Moving my lips, my heart pushes up to my throat, and I latch onto her with an overwhelmingly, fierce need.
And I gain another moment.
A heartbeat filled with seasons of color. An instant filled with eternities of touching and tasting the priceless substance of this woman.
Slowing down with the full intention of continuing this up on the roof, I take Layla’s hand and pull her door shut behind us.
“My shoes,” Layla laughs as I drag her toward the elevator.
“You’re not going to need them.” My voice is low and thick, and when the doors slide open, I tug her inside.
I push Layla against the wall and crowd her with my body. As I begin to lower my head and the doors start to close, Serena’s high-pitched voice slams into my back.
“Falcon, how could you?” I glance over my shoulder and get a glimpse of her angry face before the doors shut.
“Shouldn’t we –” Layla begins, but I stop her with a shake of my head.
“I didn’t hear anything,” I whisper while I lower my mouth to her neck. I suck on her soft skin, my tongue tracing circles around her racing pulse until we reach the top floor.
Layla lets out a moan when I pull back, and it makes a grin form around my mouth.
“Dear, Lord, of course, you have to give me that grin as well,” she mutters under her breath.
Holding her hand, I lead her to the stairs, as I ask, “What grin?”
She points to my face and narrows her eyes. “That grin. The sexy one which makes me forget all the warnings my dad gave me.”
“Warnings?” I step out onto the roof, and as soon as she’s next to me, I cover her eyes with my hand. Moving in behind her, I wrap my arm around her waist. Leaning down to her ear, I whisper, “Warnings to be careful of guys like me?”
She nods and brings her hands up, taking hold of my arms.
I blow a breath out over her skin and feel a shiver rush through her body. “Who wants to kiss you?”
She nods again before swallowing hard.
“Who wants to kiss every inch of your body?” I brush my mouth over her thundering pulse.
Her body sinks back into mine, and she tilts her head to the side.
“Who wants to leave his mark on your soft skin?”
Layla’s breaths rush over her parted lips as I close my lips over her pulse and I suck hard. When she moans, pushing herself against me, I suck harder, making sure it will leave a mark.
The attraction between us is overpowering. It paralyzes my worries that we’re moving too fast and falling too hard. It heightens my need to conquer and seize her, to bury myself so deep inside of her, there won’t be space for anyone else.
Wanting to make this night last longer than five minutes, I remove my hand from her eyes and reluctantly turn my face away from her neck.
She opens her eyes and blinks a couple of times before a slow smile spreads across her mouth.
“Falcon.” It’s a whisper filled with awe.
I drop my arm from around her as she steps forward and watches while she walks through the aisle of candles.
“I didn’t think you were the romantic kind,” she says, turning in a full circle while she looks at all the flickering flames.
“I didn’t think so as well,” I admit. I walk to where she’s standing nearby the blankets I had the freshmen spread out.
She sits down and smiling up at me, she pats the spot next to her. Her eyes are alive with galaxies of dreams.
“Have you ever been addicted to anything?” I ask as I lower myself to my knees.
“No.” Her eyes widen. “Have you?”
“Not until now,” I admit. I move forward and taking hold of her face, I crush my mouth to hers. I lose myself while sucking, licking, and biting until our lips are swollen, and we’re only focused on one thing – consuming each other.
“I’m addicted to how you taste,” I murmur against her mouth. I use my body to push her back until she’s lying down
.
Layla’s eyes are clouded with desire as she looks up at me.
A drop of water splats on my hand that’s resting next to her head. Another hits my back. “It’s starting to rain,” I say, but I don’t move, sheltering her against the drops.
Layla lifts her hands to my face, and taking hold, she pulls me down. “I don’t want you to stop. I want you to continue until you’re addicted to more than just how I taste.”
I let out a breath, which becomes another as they speed up along with the rain falling down on us.
“I want you addicted to how my skin feels against yours.”
Holy fuck.
Layla’s magical. She weaves a spell around me until I’m willing to do anything for her.
I move my one hand down to her waist and taking hold of her shirt, I push it up until she arches her back so I can shove it over her breasts. She quickly takes over and yanks the fabric off. Placing a hand on her ribs, I caress her silky skin and lower my head to her breast. I brush my mouth softly over the lace covering her nipple until it puckers into a hard bud, then draw it into my mouth.
The rain comes down in a light shower, and it helps to cool down the blazing heat our bodies are creating as we begin to explore each other.
“I want to be inside of you so badly, Layla,” I say the words, thinking she’s on the same page as me, but wanting to make sure.
She begins to tug at my wet shirt, and I grab hold of the fabric at my neck, yanking it over my head.
Her hands flatten against my chest, and her fingers fan over my skin. “I definitely want the same thing,” she says, nodding as her eyes drink in my chest before sliding down to my abs. “Crap, Falcon. You’re seriously hot, and I don’t mean in an overheating kind of way,” she begins to ramble, making my mouth lift at the corner.
I press a quick kiss to her lips to stop her from continuing with her ramble and to focus on the moment again.
She realizes what she was doing and scrunches her nose, looking adorable. I capture her eyes with mine and move my hand up until I cover her breast. A shiver races through her body and her lashes lower slightly.
I shift down her body and unbutton her jeans. As I pull the wet fabric down her legs, my eyes glide over her body that’s shimmering with raindrops.
It’s a beautiful sight which robs me of my breath. I make quick work of getting my pants off so I can get back to her. I place my hands on the sides of her hips and press a kiss to the skin above her knee. My tongue darts out, and I lick my way up to her panties. She moves her legs, opening them wider, and the only thing I hate about the rain is not knowing whether she’s wet because of me.
I continue kissing my way over her hip and change direction toward her belly button. Taking hold of her panties, I slowly pull them down, and as light brown curls are exposed to me, my mouth begins to water. Growing impatient, and needing her naked, I yank them down her legs, and our eyes meet for the couple of seconds it takes me to remove my boxers and her bra as well.
Her eyes are focused on my face with such intensity while she slides a hand up and down the length of my arm. Her other hand glides over my neck, and a look I’ll never forget settles on her face. The expression is everything I’ve been feeling. Need and longing.
“I want you, too,” she whispers. “I want you so badly, Falcon.”
Closing my mouth over hers, I kiss her until my lips tingle from all the nipping and kneading. Keeping myself braced on my left arm, my right hand slips over her abdomen and down between her legs. When I feel the slickness of her desire for me, blood rushes through my veins, and my body heats to the point where I won’t be surprised if it turns the raindrops into steam.
Placing pressure on the sensitive area above her opening, I draw a moan from her. I press my forehead to hers and when the drops trickle down from my jaw, her tongue darts out, catching them. Her hands move to my back, and they slide down to my flanks where her nails dig into my skin as I enter a finger into her.
Seeing the pleasure bloom on her face and knowing I’m responsible for it, I seriously can’t hold back any longer, but as I position my pelvis against hers, I let out a groan.
“I didn’t bring a condom.” I didn’t think we’d be tearing each other’s clothes off so soon. “I’m clean though. Mandatory checks every six months.”
“When was the last checkup?” she asks, and a slight frown forms on her forehead. “It’s really hard to focus on being a responsible adult while you keep…” I curl my finger inside her, loving how she loses all track of thought. “Ahh… uhm… I had mine done last month.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since the last check,” I admit, then ask, “Are you on the pill?”
She can only nod as I press my palm down on her clit.
“You okay with me being bare?” I pull my finger out and taking hold of my cock, I rub it up and down her slickness and fuck it feels so damn good, making pleasure shudder through my body.
She nods faster, her nails digging deeper into my back.
I align the head of my cock with her opening and take hold of her hip.
Another moment.
I let my eyes glide over her flushed face then press a kiss to her forehead.
Thank you for giving me this, Layla.
I press another kiss to the tip of her nose, and a soft smile plays around her lips.
Thank you for barging into my life and forcing me to see you.
I press a quick kiss to her lips, then lock my eyes on hers.
Thank you for seeing me and not everything I have.
Slowly, I push inside of her.
Chapter 17
Layla
The expression on Falcon’s face as he enters me will forever be one of my most treasured memories.
My body tenses from the slightly uncomfortable feeling until his pelvis presses against mine and he’s fully inside of me.
I’ve only had sex once, and we were both fumbling teenagers.
Then again, this can’t possibly just be sex.
Falcon pulls back, and when he pushes into me again, his eyes burn on mine, and it feels like the first petals of love blossoming between us.
His fingers on my hip tighten and resting his forehead on mine, his lips part as he begins to move faster. Our bodies rock in perfect sync, our breaths mingling while our eyes silently express everything we feel.
When the overwhelming moment of being with Falcon for the first time fades, it gives me the chance to focus on the physical.
I bring my hands up to his shoulders, and I love the feel of his muscles knotting and loosening under my palms as if their mimicking his heartbeat.
His hard chest and abs glide against my skin, and every time he thrusts inside me, his pelvis rubs against my sensitive nerves, causing pleasure to build in my abdomen until my body quivers like a violin string.
The sound of our skin coming together blends with the rain falling around us, creating a perfect song.
Falcon pushes in harder than before, and it makes me gasp. I shift my left hand to his bicep and bring my right to his neck when he pulls out. I feel his body tensing, and I tilt my hips to meet him as he drives forward.
Our breaths mingle faster, our bodies rushing to connect as deeply as possible. The pleasure starting to course through me is so intense all I can do is dig my nails into Falcon. I squeeze my eyes shut, and grind my teeth when there’s an intense tightening in my abdomen. The feeling is tormenting and incredible at the same time.
“Layla.” My name is a breathless whisper on Falcon’s lips. I open my eyes to which he whispers, “Don’t close them.”
A painful look tightens his features before it changes into the most heartbreaking expression. The drops dripping from his face could be tears for all I know.
Falcon’s movements change from fast and powerful to remaining sheathed inside me as he crushes his pelvis against mine. My breaths falter for a moment then a moan slips over my lips, and my body shudders as an incredible sensation su
rges through me.
Through my orgasm, I see wonder darkening Falcon’s eyes, intensifying the moment. His body jerks against mine, and he begins to thrust into me again. His movements speed up, each time driving him deeper until he tenses. The arm bracing him gives way, and he slumps down on me. Burying his face in my neck, he continues to shudder as he empties himself in me.
His breaths explode over my skin and turning my head to him, I press a kiss to his hair. I bring my hands to his jaw and lift his face so I can press a kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose, and finally to his parted lips.
Finding his strength again, he pushes his chest off mine and loosens his hold on my hip. He trails his fingers up my side and cupping my breast, he lowers his head until he presses a kiss above my nipple.
He drops kisses on my skin, working his way to my neck and over my jaw. His eyes find mine, and he whispers, “I’d give everything I have to be able to stay inside of you.”
I smile at him. “I’ve never thought about taking in a permanent resident.” My smile quickly turns to embarrassment, and I begin to ramble, “Crap, I sound like a hoe. I didn’t mean it that way.” When I see that Falcon is struggling not to laugh, I add, “Trust me to ruin a romantic moment.”
He shakes his head and smiles wide. “No, your rambling makes it perfect.”
After the rain stopped, I scattered our wet clothes over the roof. While I was hiding under a wet blanket, Falcon snuck down to his suite to get us dry clothes. His sweat pants are way too big, and I’m drowning in his shirt, but it works for now.
Sitting between Falcon’s legs, I lean back against his chest. His chin is resting on my shoulder, and his arms are wrapped around me as we look at the distant hills and valleys.
This is perfect.
I look up at the parting clouds, and when the sun breaks through, I point a finger at the sky where a faint rainbow just formed. “Look.”
We stare at it, and then Falcon whispers, “That’s exactly how I would explain the past couple of weeks of my life.”
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