by Soraya Naomi
“Hurry.” I ignore a red light and speed through the streets. “Someone followed Fallon into Cocktails & Heels. David just went in, and I’m almost there too, but I have no idea what I’m walking into.”
“I’m there within ten minutes. I’ll find you inside,” Adriano says.
Flinging the phone on the passenger seat, I race to the club. While driving, I realize I’m finally going to see Fallon after two long months. My palms are perspiring from both apprehension and the anticipation of being close to her again.
I park the car and charge into the bar. Music is blaring from the speakers, and the place is packed, so I check my phone screen. A message from David informs me that she’s sitting at the bar to my left.
My head whips to the illuminated area, and at the end of the bar stands David, watching Fallon and everyone around her like a vigilante. I head over to him first as I recognize her posture right away. She’s in a white dress with her back to me, but people keep disrupting my line of vision. She’s gaping at the bartender’s antics as he shows off while mixing his drinks.
“Who is it?” I ask David when I join him, without taking my eyes off her.
“Fuck. I lost him, but no one approached her.”
Disgruntled, I instruct as I unbutton my suit jacket, “Find him. I’ll take care of Fallon tonight.”
A throbbing below ensues when I cross the distance between us and stand right behind her. Her long hair flows down to her lower back and her smooth legs are crossed. Stepping forward, I place both my hands on the bar, caging her in from behind, and lean down to the shell of her ear, without pressing my front to her back.
She turns her head, and I’m completely thrown off guard when a wide, genuine smile sweeps across her face. Fallon’s eyes sparkle, but her expression is somewhat bemused. Her bangs are gone, and I’m struggling not to trace the contours of her beautiful face. This is clearly not the distant welcome I was expecting.
“What are you doing here, Fallon?” I intentionally graze my teeth over her earlobe, and she eases back against me, so I instantly circle her waist and bury my nose in her hair. I close my eyes at the comforting sense of familiarity we’re both currently enjoying.
“Luca.” She arches into my touch and traces my unshaven jaw with trembling fingers. “I missed you.” Her breath smells like rum.
I grab the seat to spin her around and hook my hand behind her head. Our gazes lock, but mine drops to her full lips that have parted slightly from my touch.
“Are you drunk?” I smile, and my stare wanders down to her cleavage. I’m unable to resist her pull, so my palm slides up her bare thigh while her perfume wafts around us.
“Yes.” She throws her arms around my neck, dragging us face-to-face. “I miss you so much, Luca. I...still want you.”
Those words give me more pleasure than I could ever imagine. Wondering whether the one you love misses you as much as you do her is a feeling that breaks a person down. Time apart hasn’t damaged our connection. And I don’t remember why I even came in here when all I’m focused on is tasting her. Especially when she scrapes her nails up my neck, into my hair, and I shift closer between her spread thighs, wanting her to feel my growing excitement.
“How much have you missed me?” Oblivious to everyone around us, I kiss the side of her throat and nuzzle the sweet-smelling mass of her hair, feeling her familiar warmth.
Her back bows to meet my pelvis, and I get a raging hard-on.
“So much that I want you right now,” she whispers.
Finally, our lips meet, and I crush her into me with my hands covering her ass. Tongues search in a frantic attempt to taste a love that was destroyed in those six days two months ago. Regrettably, a tap on my shoulder interrupts us.
“Luca.”
Without releasing Fallon, I look over my shoulder at Adriano’s huge smirk.
“I see there’s serious trouble,” he comments sarcastically and cocks his head as Fallon rests hers against my thumping chest.
“Bathroom.” I jerk my head to the end of the bar.
“Well, I’m not one to cock block.” Adriano parts the way.
And I lift Fallon off the stool, grabbing her sweater while she clings to me. I clasp her to me tightly and then take her hand in mine. She laughs and presses herself against me.
I want her now.
Adriano takes care of the waiting line in front of the ladies room. “Ladies, toilet is clogged. You can use the men’s.” He extends an arm to the men’s room and dazzles them with a lopsided grin; they happily oblige him.
When I open the door, it’s yanked back, and two women step out, leaving the space empty. After pushing Fallon inside, I shove her sweater, jacket, whatever it is into Adriano’s hands and close the door behind me.
To my surprise, she’s leaning casually against the marble sink and observing the bulge in my dress slacks.
In a low voice, I command, “Spread your legs.”
Eager to comply, she lifts her sweet ass onto the sink and spreads her legs wide, making her dress ride up to her hips.
“Move your panties to the side.” I unbuckle my belt and am about to blow as she, again, complies instantly while watching her own movement, nudging her black lace panties aside.
With two determined strides, I bury my head between her legs, and she fists my hair. I devour her as I’ve fantasized for a long time.
“Ah Luca...”
I lock my arms around her hips to hold her in place. Then I replace her hand with mine, holding her panties to the side while the other rakes down the soft skin of her stomach. I’m spurred on by her unyielding grasp in my hair as she grinds against my mouth, and I suck and lick relentlessly. I touch as much bare skin as possible under her dress and pinch her nipple to elicit her distinctive, enticing moan.
God, I missed you.
“Fuck, you’re so sweet.” I watch her as she bows her back, panting and offering herself to me. And my erection twitches in my slacks. “Yes, dolcezza, come for me.”
I was foolish to think that she was ever under my spell when I’m utterly dominated by hers. She’s so loud and close to exploding; I fucking love it and continue to circle my tongue as I look up at her tightly shut eyes. And it’s so sexy when her back arches while her hand flies to the mirror behind her as she rides out her climax, smothering me entirely, but I take the pleasure from her body without mercy – until she’s satiated.
Then I rise and unbutton my pants as I cup her head and pull her forward to press our lips together.
“Kneel,” I order as unadulterated lust pumps through my veins.
With my hand tangled in her hair, she lowers, tugging down my boxer briefs and instantly taking me into her mouth.
Oh, fuck!
I press my palm against the sink to keep from falling forward as her warm mouth sucks me off, and her hair tickles my thighs.
“Faster,” I urge and drive into her mouth while I cradle the back of her head.
She wraps her fingers around me and sucks while peeking up at me through her eyelashes with those light brown eyes that have beguiled me since that night we met so many months ago. Without warning, my balls tighten and I coat her throat.
“Fuck!” I growl and slow my thrusting while she keeps sucking, and I’m tempted to stay in her mouth.
My chest is heaving as I stare down at her. She swallows, and our heavy breathing is suddenly all I hear.
Shit! She’s drunk, and I fucked her mouth.
Fallon struggles up, almost slipping, so I curl a hand around her arm and help her. She kisses me hard on the lips before she starts adjusting her clothes.
After tucking my dress shirt back in, I speak to her quietly because I don’t want to set her off. “Adriano’s taking you home.”
“Nooo...” she whines.
This is exactly what I’m not in the mood for. She’s drunk and wants to dance and flirt, but no one is going to dance or flirt with her, and she needs to go home in order for us to figure out who was stalking her.
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“Yes.” I pull Fallon’s body flush against mine, and her playful side is still calling the shots because her swollen lips curve up. “He’ll take you home when you’re done. He’s right outside with your sweater. Are your keys in there?” I trace my thumb over her bottom lip.
“Pocket.” She turns around to face the mirror, untangling her hair and letting the strands flow through her fingers while scrutinizing her hand.
Momentarily, I frown at her strange behavior, but a knock reminds me to hurry up.
Adriano’s guarding the door in the exact same spot with that same smirk on his face. “She’s loud.”
“Take her home. I’m going to follow you guys to her house from a distance to check to see if you have a tail.”
“Is she ready?” he asks, with her sweater in hand.
“Yeah.” I circle my pointer finger once. “I’m doing one round through this place.”
Pacing back to the bar, I take one quick walk around to ensure David completely scoped it out. I do recognize several associates, but they’re harmless. I scan the entire place, and my gaze freezes on Fallon on the dance floor. Looking past her, I see Adriano marching toward her, and I also close the distance.
I hold up my palm to stop Adriano as I approach Fallon and pull her back to my front to cease her movement. “I told you to go home.”
She simply pushes her ass into my groin, and I automatically skim my hands down her hips. I can’t keep my hands to myself when she’s this eager, but I’m also coldly reminded of why we don’t work; because she never listens, so I fist her hair and bend down to her ear.
“I have no problem taking out my piece and killing someone here for eye-fucking you. Go. Home,” I command her.
“Oh, Luca, lighten up. I want to dance with you. Like this, forever,” she slurs.
Her body is swaying, wildly energetic, and I force her to stop. This doesn’t sound like Fallon. She’s clenching her jaw and mumbling something. I cup her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. Her pupils have dilated, making her irises black as night, and I release her chin when I see she’s gritting her teeth.
“What the fuck did you take?” I demand, practically shouting in her ear.
She doesn’t answer but is very alert.
“She’s on something!” I point out to Adriano.
She’s fucking high on ecstasy.
His eyes round in shock, and he takes her by her shoulders to help me calm her dancing body.
“Fallon, look at me.” Adriano studies her and recognizes the same symptoms I’m seeing. “She’s high on X.” Stepping back, he adds, “Did you give her something?”
“Hi,” she says in a sugar sweet tone to him.
“No! Quando?” When? “The ten minutes we were in the bathroom isn’t long enough for it to have worked its way through her system.”
“She took it herself?” he probes incredulously. “You didn’t notice in the bathroom that she was high?”
“Either she took it, or someone spiked her drink. I was kind of distracted in the bathroom,” I defend. “Get your car; I’m leaving mine, and we’re taking her home now.”
“No!” Fallon objects. “I just wanna dance. I don’t wanna go home.”
“But we’ll have fun,” I whisper into her ear as I wrap my arms around her waist from behind and suck on her earlobe to try to make her as compliant as she was five minutes ago.
She softens immediately in my embrace. “Mmm...”
“Come on.” I entwine our fingers, and we escape that place, getting into the backseat of Adriano’s car.
I catch Adriano’s amused expression in the rearview mirror as I’m persistently trying to calm her while she rains kisses over my neck and even cups my balls. And that’s the moment I cave again.
“Fuck it, I surrender.” I ravage her mouth with mine and let her straddle me while I stroke and grope the bare flesh under her dress. “Look away, asshole.” I grin at Adriano while sinking my teeth into her shoulder, and she shrieks in delight, but I know I shouldn’t spur her on.
Grabbing my shirt with two fists, she leans forward as I swipe her hair behind her ear, and her look of adoration makes time stand still.
“Are you coming up with me?” she asks.
I nod once and take this opportunity to help her quiet down by resting her cheek against my chest and rubbing my palm over her back. We both stare at the pedestrians crossing the street, and I rest my cheek on top of her head. It worries me that she might have taken something herself. But it also worries me that whoever was following her might have drugged her. And both scenarios spike my anger. If she did take it herself, why? Is she spiraling downward just when I’ve started to pick up the pieces of my shattered soul? On the other hand, why would someone else spike her drink? Or follow her for that matter?
What the hell is going on in your life, Fallon? What are you still withholding from me?
Adriano parks at the front entrance, steps out first, and pulls his seat forward so we can get out of the coupé too.
She climbs out and dazzles a smile when Adriano hands her the sweater. “Ah, thanks.”
“You can go. I’ll call you later,” I say to Adriano and grip her arm to move quickly inside the building.
She fumbles in her pocket for the keys while leaning almost all her weight against me. I snatch the keys out myself and walk us forward, inside and up.
She flings both arms around my middle. “I miss you.”
Throwing my arm around her shoulder, I sigh deeply. “You’ve said that already.”
That’s how I enter her apartment after such a long time apart, hugging Fallon firmly. Together, we tread to the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed, and I place my hands on each side of her head so that her gaze is focused on me.
“How do you feel?” I lock eyes with her. She tries to close the distance between us, but I hold her strongly.
“Good,” she replies softly.
“Is your vision blurred?”
A crease forms between her brows. “No.”
“Are you cold? Thirsty? Have any cramps?”
“Uh...no.” Then she adds loudly, “Wait, I’m thirsty.”
“Stay here while I get you some water.” I run to the kitchen for a glass of water, and she downs it in one gulp.
While stripping my clothes until I’m in just my boxer briefs, I can’t help but return the suggestive grin she shows me.
Damn, I miss her and her playful side.
In turn, Fallon pulls her dress over her head, kicks off her flats and slides back on the bed as I inch toward her. I adjust my growing hard-on while trying – unsuccessfully – not to gawk at her breasts since she’s in only her panties now.
Spiacente, dolcezza. Solo una bella dormita per te stanotte. Sorry, sweetheart. Only a good night’s sleep for you tonight.
Lying down next to Fallon, I pull her into my side with her head on my chest and entangle our legs. “Sleep, Fallon.”
“No—”
“Don’t fight it, just sleep.” I trace my fingers down her back and hip until her breathing evens out.
Rolling her onto her other side, I press my body against hers from behind, nuzzling her hair, and I fall into a deep sleep. The first deep sleep I’ve had in months.
***
I open my eyes only to immediately squeeze them shut again as I rub my face into the pillow and groan. I’m pressed tightly against Fallon’s body, and my hand cups the swell of her breast.
She stirs as her toes explore the surface of my leg, and I’m amazed by how this simple touch can fulfill me. However, as she cranes her neck, I almost laugh when I’m confronted with her cranky face.
“Why am I in only my panties?”
“It was all you had on under that dress.” I keep my hold on her.
“Did we have sex?”
“Technically, no.” I deny her any time to think and continue while rolling onto my back, “Do you remember last night?”
She turns to her other side,
facing me. “Yes. Up until we came home.”
“Nothing happened when we came home; you went to sleep.” I wipe my hand down my face. “Did you take any X last night?”
“I didn’t—”
Looking at her, I warn, “Don’t you dare lie to me. I know how your mind works, but you have to be honest now.”
“I swear, Luca. I didn’t take anything—”
Again, I interrupt because I want to ask all my questions rapidly. “Who was with you? You didn’t go in alone, but I found you by yourself.” David said she was with a companion when he called me.
“Jason left early. I was only going to finish my drink and then go home.” She takes a deep breath and presses her hand to her forehead.
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” she answers with eyes closed.
“Someone spiked your drink.” I add, “If you didn’t take it voluntarily.”
“I only had one drink, a Long Island Iced Tea that I drank while sitting at the bar. I did not take any XTC.”
Her tone is rising in exasperation, messing with my intent to talk to her calmly. She puts herself in danger, and I come to the rescue to get annoyance in return? She doesn’t get to be annoyed here.
I get out of bed, tug on my pants, and proceed to set her straight. “First, I think it’s ridiculously irresponsible of your friend to leave you alone at a bar. Second, I fucking help you – after not seeing or speaking to you for almost two months – to get your aggravation turned on me, yet again!”
I’m furiously buttoning up my dress shirt while she sits up and covers her breasts with the sheet.
“Third, forgive me for not believing you since you’ve always been so forthcoming in the past. Tell me, why was your drink spiked? Are you in trouble?” I tower over her beside the bed.
I’m giving her one more chance to tell me about the note or anything else she might know about why she’s being followed and drugged.
“Jason didn’t just leave me. I chose to stay and finish my drink alone,” she defends and doesn’t bother to address anything else I said.
“Why is it so difficult for you to trust me? Somewhere deep down you must trust me or else you wouldn’t have kept the money I gave you.”
