by Cathryn Fox
“Good investment,” Cole says, like he can read my mind.
“True.”
“Plus, Fallon and Chase seem to love it here.”
“Yeah, they do,” I say.
“Did I just hear my name,” Fallon says as she comes back out with Chase, who is chomping down on a chicken leg.
“I was just telling Jamie here the Johnsons’ are selling their cottage. The one on the cove over there,” he says pointing.
She glances out into the distance. “It’s beautiful. Are you thinking of buying it?” she asks.
I open my mouth, about to say no, when Cole says, “I can get you a tour tomorrow.”
“I bet it’s gorgeous and perfect for you,” Fallon says and Cole smirks at me. Why the fuck is he pushing this? I told him Fallon and I weren’t a couple. We’re just having sex. Amazing sex. The best sex of my life.
Fuck, I’m screwed.
Soon enough, we’re all seated around the fire, eating dinner and then roasting marshmallows. Fallon looks happy and relaxed and my heart beats a little faster when I hear her laugh. Day bleeds to night as the sun sets on the horizon, and soon enough the little ones are all rubbing their eyes.
Fallon calls Chase over, says something to him about the sleepover, and he nods. Zander and Sam gather up the kids, and we all say goodnight. Fallon comes and sits next to me. I hand her my beer and she takes a drink.
“Want to go for a swim, or walk on the beach?” I ask even though I’m eager to get her alone.
“Maybe later,” she says with a coy smile. “Right now I want to go back to the cottage.” She stands and gives a teasing shake to her ass as she walks away.
Oh yeah, she wants it, and damned if I’m not going to give it to her.
11
Fallon
As soon as I walk through the front door, Jamie grabs me, and in a move that has need written all over it, he pushes my chest to the wall and pins my hands over my head.
“Just like that,” he says. “Don’t you dare move. Tonight, you’re all mine, and I’m going to make you fucking scream.”
My chest heaves and I breathe hard, loving the way he’s taking charge of my body and our play. I widen my fingers on the wall as his hands slide down my arms, shape my curves and massage my outer thighs. He pushes against me, and his cock is already hard and eager. To know I can do this to him without even touching his body thrills me and fills me with a new kind of freedom.
I whimper loudly at the sound of the door closing and the bolt sliding home as Jamie locks the world out and us in. I don’t believe I’ve ever wanted anyone quite the way I want this man. It’s exciting and scary and different, and instead of thinking too hard on it, I’m just going to go with it. But as he puts his hands on my backside and squeezes, it does make me wonder if he’s really going to follow through with the threat and take me in a way I’ve never been taken before..
My heart picks up tempo. I’ve never been taking like that before, and at the heart of the matter it’s like this—I want to be taken like that, but not by anyone. I want it to be Jamie. Not only would I never trust a man with my body like that, I want him to be my first. He slides his hands around me, and takes a fistful of my breasts.
“I need to fuck these,” he says. “Seeing you in that fucking bathing suit today.” He nips at my shoulder and growls. “All I could think about was sliding my cock between these beautiful tits, riding you hard and coming in your mouth.”
“Jamie,” I say. “I want that.”
“But then this,” he says, pushing his cock against my ass. “So lush and so sexy and when you shake it at me, it fucks me over.”
“Do you mean like this?” I move against his erection.
He growls loudly into my ear. “You want me to fuck your virgin ass, Fallon?” he asks, his voice a low gravelly whisper.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“You sure about that?” he asks as he lifts my sundress, exposing my lace panties. “I might lose my mind and wreck this pretty ass of yours.”
“Wreck me,” I say, even though I know he won’t. No, Jamie is going to take good care of me, that I know. “Take me. Do anything, everything, with me,” letting him know he’s not alone in this insanity between us. This pull, need—intense hunger—that’s always been there, but kept on a tight leash.
Until now.
He spins me around and I catch the intensity in his gaze as his mouth closes over mine. He kisses me hard, deeply, until I’m practically a puddle at his feet. He slides a hand around me and lifts me onto his hips. I link my hands behind his head and move restlessly against his beautiful, fat cock.
“Mine,” he says as he carries me down the hall and into the kitchen.
“Bedroom too far,” he murmurs, and sets me on the counter. “Need you naked. Now.” His face is eye level with my breasts and in one fast move he grips the fabric and rips open my dress. I gasp as the buttons scatter to the floor and honest to God, I’ve never seen Jamie so crazed before.
I love it.
He tugs down my bra, and takes my nipple into his mouth as he tweaks my other one with his fingers. I flatten my hands on the island counter behind me, and lean back, sticking my full chest out even more, offering up everything to this man. It might be emotional suicide. Heck, I know it is. But I’m his. I’ve always been his, whether he wants all of me or not.
“Just like that,” he says and his growl of approval brings a smile to my face. Jamie unleashed is a thing of beauty. He bites down on my nipple, then lick it, turning beautiful pain into glorious pleasure.
“Lift,” he says and smacks my thigh. Bracing my hands, I lift my ass, and he grips my panties and slides them down my legs. He brings them to his nose and inhales. “I fucking love the smell of you.” He shoves my panties into his back pocket and his fingers dig into my thighs to widen me more.
He steps back, lets his gaze rake over me. His pink tongue slides out and he wets his lips, looking at me like I’m a buffet and he’s going to sample one of everything. Twice.
Yes, please…
“Remove the dress,” he commands in a soft voice. I grip what’s left of the ripped fabric and slide it off my shoulders. “So fucking nice,” he says, his gaze latched on my breasts spilling out from my bra. I reach around and unhook it, and toss it to the floor with the rest of the clothes.
As I sit there completely naked, his to do with as he pleases, he scrubs his face and his gaze meets mine. “Lay back, baby.” The softness in his voice pulls a whimper from my throat.
I fall back onto the island, and the coolness of the marble chills my flesh, but the second he positions himself between my spread legs, and puts his mouth on my clit, my temperature jumps a few degrees.
“Jamie,” I murmur.
“Louder,” he says from between my legs.
I call his name louder and as my voice fills the air, he rewards me by sliding a finger into my sex. My muscles ripple, and I just about come.
“Easy, baby,” he says. “I want to play with you for a bit.” He toys with me, lightly touching the bundle of nerves inside me, as he laps at my clit. Then he pulls his mouth away, and his fat finger stills inside me.
He’s not doing anything to me, not stroking, not teasing. The only thing going on is his finger filling me, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so freaking turned on in my life.
“Jamie, what are you doing to me?” I ask, and toss my head from side to side.
“Nothing, baby. I’m not doing a damn thing.”
“Then why am I so close to coming?”
His chuckle curls around me. “You like having my finger in you, doing nothing at all.”
“It’s not doing nothing. It’s doing everything.”
“If I move it, you’re going to come, baby.”
I go up on my elbows to catch his devilish smile and begin panting. “Jamie. Oh my God, I can’t even believe what’s going on with my body right now.” I begin moving my hips, riding his finger, encouraging him to move
, and while I like him finger fucking me, I swear this comes with its own pleasure that’s completely twisting me up inside.
“You can ride my finger if you want,” he says, but he’s not as in control as he’s letting on. There’s a needy hitch to his voice and he’s hanging on by a thread. But watching me work my pussy over his finger might just be the blade that cuts it.
I buck against him, and he growls. “I love when you take what you want,” he says. I pound against his hand, and he looks at my breasts. “Yeah, after licking all your cum clean, I’m going to get my cock in there,” he says, and his dirty words push me closer and closer to the edge.
His thumb swipes my clit. “Oh. My. Yes,” I cry out. “Please, Jamie, put your mouth on me.”
“That what you need, baby?”
“Yes!”
“Fine, lay back. Don’t move. Stay completely still for me.”
The heat in his eyes tells me he wants me at his mercy. I want that too, so I fall back, and place my hands at my sides as he puts his mouth on me again, his tongue circling my clit, coming close but never touching. I’m about ready to burst from sexual frustration, but it’s good, so goddamn good.
I fist my hands, and my nails dig into my palms. “Please, please, please,” I beg and he chuckles against my sex. The vibrations go through me, turn me on even more. He pushes another finger into me, and ever so slowly starts fucking my pussy. I’m so wet and slick, he easily slides in and out. I move my hips, and he pulls his mouth off me.
“No moving,” he says, and I go still.
He returns to eating me, and inside me, his fingers pick up the pace, and while moving is fun, staying still and letting him take control comes with its own torturous excitement. He finally—finally—licks my clit, and small tremors begin in my core. His fingers move faster, hard blunt strokes meant to take me where I need to go.
I concentrate on the pleasure welling up inside me, the slide of his tongue, and the way he sweeps his fingers over the bundle of nerves inside me—the prefect trifecta.
I claw at the counter as heat bursts inside me, and his deep needy growl as I come all over his fingers increases the intensity between my legs. Sex has never, ever, been this good for me before. How will I ever go back to my bland, boring sex life after this?
Jamie lightly licks me, and pets my sex softly as he slowly brings me back down. When the room comes back into view again, I go up on my elbows.
“How do you do that?” I ask.
“Do what?”
“Make me come so hard.”
“You should always come like that, Fallon.”
“My vibrator should be hanging its head in shame,” I say, and he laughs at my brutal honesty.
“My hand does the job for me,” he informs me. “But that’s just for release. Watching you come undone. That’s makes all my orgasms better.” He shakes his head, and gazes the length of me. “Your body. It’s a fucking shrine worthy of worship.”
The way this man adores my body, takes pleasure in burying himself between my legs…I just can’t even. “I want you, Jamie. I want you in my mouth. I want you everywhere…” I say, unashamed of my needs.
“This sweet ass of yours, baby. We’ll get there, but not tonight.” He puts his finger into my mouth and I suck. “Yeah, tonight, that’s where my cock wants to be.”
He scoops me up from the island, and carries me upstairs and sets me on the bed. “I get to spend the whole night in here with you,” he says, looking at me like an excited kid who got the pony he always wanted for Christmas. My heart misses a beat…then another.
“Jamie…”
“Lay back for me, babe,” he murmurs. I position myself and his knees dig into the bed as he straddles my body. “Widen your mouth.”
I put two pillows behind my head to better position myself for what he wants, and I part my lips. He growls. “Damn, that mouth,” he says and grunts as he takes his hard cock into his hand. He squeezes and come drips from the slit. He rubs it between my breasts to lubricate my skin, and when he gets me all nice and wet, I cup my breasts, squeeze them together for him.
“Oh, baby, yeah, just like that,” he says and pinches my swollen nipple. He shimmies higher, and pushes his thick cock between my swollen and achy breasts, and when he powers forward, I capture his crown in my mouth.
“Hot as fuck,’ he whispers, and leans over my body to grip the headboard. I massage my breasts, rubbing his cock between them as he moves his hips, fucking my tits and mouth at the same time. It’s absolutely glorious.
“You feel so damn good,” he says, and I lick him, eager for his cum. He fucks me harder, powers into my mouth, and his growls fill the quiet of the room. His grunts tell me he’s close, but holding off, wanting to prolong the pleasure. His cock goes a little deeper into my mouth, and I widen my lips to accommodate his girth.
I moan with pleasure, and when he pulls back, I whisper, “I love the taste of you.”
“You want my cum?” he grunts out.
“Mmm,” is all I can manage to mutter as his cock hits the back of my throat. His body tenses, and his muscles flex as he strokes, once, twice, and positions his cock right over my open mouth. I take a fast breath and a second later, cum spills from his slit and onto my tongue. I let my breasts go, and cup his ass as I take all he’s offering. I savor his taste on my tongue before swallowing. Groaning and grunting, he depletes himself, and his ass relaxes in my hands.
He lifts one leg, and goes down on his back beside me. “Come here,” he says, and pulls me to him. I give a contented sigh, my muscles weak and fatigued.
“So you have a vibrator,” he says, his voice teasing and playful.
Chuckling, I say, “I do tend to spill secrets when I’m in bed with you.”
He takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, to kiss it softly and my heart fills with the things I feel for him. He angles his head, checks the clock.
“It’s early. Want to walk along the beach?”
“As long as you don’t toss me into the water.”
“Would I do that?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“Yeah, you would.”
“Okay, I would. But I like you when you’re all wet,” he murmurs, and as he gazes at me, hunger once again dances in his eyes. He flips me over, places a pillow beneath my hips and as he kneads my ass, plays with my opening, I’m pretty sure it will be a while before we actually take that walk.
12
Jamie
I glance at the beautiful woman in my arms, her head resting on my chest. It’s nearing midnight, but I don’t want to go to sleep. No, I want to enjoy every moment with Fallon before we have to go back to the real world.
“Interested in that walk?” I ask her.
She stretches and in a soft voice murmurs, “As long as you promise not to dunk me.”
“I promise,” I say and drop a soft kiss onto her head. “Let’s go.”
We both slide from the bed, dress and a few minutes later we step out into the dark night. On the beach I catch a few couples walking in the moonlight. Waves lap gently against the shore, and the sound soothes my soul. Fallon’s flip flops snap against her heels as we walk and when we reach the water, she takes them off.
She squeezes the sand between her toes. “Much cooler than this afternoon,” she says.
“Yeah, but you’re still hot,” I say and glance at her frayed shorts and snug t-shirt.
“Food and sex. Are those the only things you think about?” she teases.
“Hockey, don’t forget hockey,” I say.
“Right.”
As the moonlight falls over us, and it’s just the two of us on the beach now, I capture her hand. She glances up at me, and gives me a small smile.
“It feels weird not having Chase with me.”
“It’s okay to have some time for yourself, Fallon. It’s been a rough year.”
“For all of us,” she says and gives my hand a little squeeze.
We’ve only been here a coup
le of days, but already she seems like a different person. We walk for a long time, until we reach the cove where the cottage is for sale. As I take in the quaint place with the white fence, and matching shutters, I suddenly picture myself in the yard with Chase, playing ball, or shooting pucks in a net, knowing later that night I’d be falling in to bed with the woman I love. In a perfect world, that’s how my life would have played out.
“What do you want, Fallon?” I ask.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“In a perfect world, what would you want?”
“Well you know me, I’m a simple girl from Spokane, and I never needed much to make me happy.”
“I always liked that about you.” The wind pushes a lock of honey blonde hair across her face, and I touch her cheek, slide it behind her ear. “You were different like that.”
“I didn’t come from a lot, so material things aren’t that big to me. I’m more about family, relationships, integrity…loyalty.” I note the way she emphasizes the word loyal. Was Ethan not loyal to her? “But I have to say, I sure could get used to having a place like this on the ocean,” she teases as she looks at the cottage on the cove.
“Sara and I were going to...”
“I know.” She swallows, her eyes big and a bit haunted. “Have you…heard anything from Sara after she left?” she asks.
“No, nothing. She just took off. She hates me, and I don’t blame her.”
She stops and turns to me, her eyes narrow, worry on her face. “Why do you think she hates you?”
I scoff. “I was supposed to take her to her appointment that day. I was the one who was supposed to be driving, not Ethan. If practice hadn’t run late and I had made it home on time, maybe none of this would have happened. I’m to blame for everything.”
“Wait, you think they were on their way to some appointment?” she asks, incredulous, like I’m wrong about that.
Why would I be wrong? I briefly pinch my eyes shut, and rewind to the week before the accident. Sara had told me she had a doctor’s appointment the next week. I remember I was texting with Ethan, and was only half listening. But after the accident I apologized a million times for not being the one to drive her to her appointment. She never said she wasn’t on her way to one, and agreed that I was to blame for everything.
