Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)

by Autumn Grey

  Her head bobs up and down quickly.

  “Probably not. One of them will be coming down soon. Apparently they have a surprise for me.”

  She drops her head on my shoulder and her body quakes with what I think is laughter. I pull her close and rub circles on her back.

  “Do you mind sharing the joke?” I ask, amused. My hands skim the sides of her body and rest on her breasts, kneading them in my palms. I brush the pad of my thumbs over her nipples and I feel a shiver race through her body.

  She lifts her head, her eyes dancing with laughter. “I hadn’t had sex in years. And then you came back to Willow Hill and I cannot stop wanting it every freaking second of the day. With you. And not just normal sex, the dirty kind.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “So you just want me for my cock? I feel so used.”

  “And your body. Don’t forget your abs.” She winks at me.

  My gaze drops to her chest, my cock unbelievably hard as I take in the exposed, flushed cleavage. Tugging the top of her dress down, I lower my head and suck her nipples through the material and then bury my face between her breasts.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” I say into her chest, not even caring if she heard me or not. I’m in heaven.

  Her hands grab my hair and tug it urgently and my dick grows impossibly hard.

  Jesus Christ.

  She pulls again. I finally lift my head and stare at her, intoxicated by her scent. I blink several times to get rid of the haze covering my vision and catch the word ‘Cora’ leaving her lips.

  I straighten up, feeling as though cold water has been dumped down the back of my shirt, sobering me up. My hands hasten to rearrange her clothes just as someone tugs on my shirt behind me.

  I look over my shoulder to see Cora watching us curiously.

  She adjusts the waist of her Hello kitty pajama pants, then signs, “We are ready, Daddy Cole.” Her gaze shifts beyond me. “Are you okay, Mama?”

  I glance at Nor, her face now flaming red. Her mouth opens and closes again before she signs, “Yes, honey. I hear you have a surprise for Daddy.”

  I press a fist to my mouth to stop from laughing. She looks so flustered it’s cute.

  “Are you coming too, Mama?”

  Nor shakes her head and smiles softly to our daughter. “I want to finish up reading the brochures I received today.”

  Wrapping my fingers around the nape of her neck, I pull her to me and kiss her on the forehead.

  “What was that for?” she asks me when I let her go.

  “I am so proud of you.” And I am. She’s fighting hard for what she wants.

  I’m staring at this woman who literally owns my heart, when I feel small fingers wrap around mine. I focus on Cora as she tugs me toward the living room. Right before we climb up the stairs, I glance back and see Nor leaning against the sink, a hand on her chest. I fucking can’t wait until the girls go to bed and I have Nor to myself. Uninterrupted.

  The minute Cora and I step inside her room, Joce, dressed up in similar Hello Kitty pajamas as her sister, jumps up from the floor and takes my other hand. She leads the way toward the blanket fort, drops my hand and ducks inside the tiny entrance, flanked by two white bed sheets with lights dangling on the sides.

  I drop on my knees and crawl through the entrance, careful not to destroy my daughters’ hard work, and settle on one of the pillows in the middle of the fort. I hunch my shoulders, hoping to make myself small and then look around the space decorated with tassels in different colors and more lights. A laptop sits on a small wooden table at the far corner of the ‘room’. A tray holding several shades of nail polish and another with makeup sits a few feet away.

  Cora plops next to her sister. They both beam at me with twin expressions of pride. “Do you like your surprise?”

  God, I love them so much.

  “Very much.”

  Cora claps her hands and reaches for the two trays. She hands one to Joce and they begin their work.

  My daughters have been working on making me pretty for almost thirty minutes, asking me “would you rather” questions.

  Joce pauses and lifts her head, the nail polish brush poised above my big toe. “Would you rather be a giant squid or a mermaid?” Her gaze hopping between her sister and me, waiting for our answers.

  “A mermaid,” Cora says.

  “What? No merman?” I scowl playfully.

  Joce’s mouth quirks up in a small smile and she shakes her head.

  I sigh. “All right. Mermaid.”

  “Your turn, Daddy Cole.” Cora points at me with a finger.

  I search my head for appropriate questions but my mind has been wandering to Nor every so often, images of her writhing beneath me as my cock owns her pussy.

  Fuck.

  I need to focus on the here and now. My dick is already having a hard time calming down.

  I clear my throat twice and force my mind to focus on PG questions. “Would you rather eat your own hair or lick the bath tub?”

  “Ew, Daddy!”

  We all laugh.

  “Let me give you the mirror,” Joce signs before twisting around and reaching for the mirror behind her and shoves it in my face.

  I take it from her hands, meet my reflection and press my lips together to stop grinning. My lips are painted in scarlet red lipstick, my eyes and eyelashes lined with black shit. I tuck my chin down to get a look at my hair and finally grin, unable to hold back any more. Clumps of my hair are tied together with colorful hair bands. The look is completed with a shiny silver crown on my head.

  Cora touches my shoulder to get my attention. “Do you like it?”

  I nod. “I would make a very beautiful princess.”

  Joce puts a hand over her mouth and giggles, while Cora beams, happily.

  “Oh wait, I forgot something,” Joce signs and plucks the red nail polish with glitter from a tray and orders me to splay my hands on one of the pillows. When she is done painting them, she returns the bottle to the tray, leans back and smiles, satisfied.

  “Much better.” I flutter my hands like they showed me to do for the nail polish to dry faster and then blow air on my nails.

  Joce yawns and shifts around to lie on the mass of pillows and her sister follows suit.

  “Time for bed. Thank you for the awesome surprise.” They nod sleepily. I lean down and kiss their hair, taking in the strawberry scent from their shampoo. “Good night, my little princesses.”

  They wave at me, their lips moving but I can’t read them because their faces are slightly turned away from me.

  I lift the crown off my head and put it inside one of the trays, then crawl out of the fort. After turning off the lights, I head downstairs. Nor is curled up on the couch asleep, a couple of brochures scattered around her and another one on her chest. Those delectable full lips parted in slumber. After gathering the leaflets and setting them on the table, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her upstairs and to her room. Using the hallway light to guide me, I kick the door shut with my foot and navigate my way to the bed. She doesn’t even stir when I lay her on the bed.

  I sweep the red locks of her hair from her temples, tuck them behind her ear and kiss her forehead, her cheek, her neck.

  “Wake up, Snowflake,” I murmur into her shoulder. My hand trails around to cup her breast. My thumb swirls her nipple in deliberate caresses and then I skim my fingers to her waist, down between her legs. I push her panties to the side and part her folds, stroking gently while sucking the column of her neck. I feel her stir awake, wiggling her ass to my erection. I lift off the bed and shift down her body, parting her thighs as I go. I pull my fingers away and replace them with my mouth. I blow hot air through the material then suck her.

  She moves on the bed, letting her thighs fall open. Her hips raise off the bed, chasing my lips when I lift my head to look at her. Pressing a hand on her stomach, I hook my fingers around the panties and pull them down her legs. I toss them away, dip my head down to kiss her inner thighs
, and keep inching forward.

  Jesus. She smells amazing. I want to taste her now, make her come with my tongue and watch as she falls apart.

  Fingers sink into my hair and tug.

  Good. She is awake.

  Holy freaking hell!

  My eyes snapped open at the feel of fingers thrusting inside me. Slightly confused, I raised my head and glanced down between my legs. Squinting in the dark, and from the little light seeping in from the street lamp, I see knots of hair held together by colored hair bands. I make a move to close my legs but then the purposeful lick of a tongue stops me. I know whose mouth is on me. The only person that has the power to render me into mush. I drop my head back on the pillow and shut my eyes tight and try to catch my breath.

  Cole is trying to kill me with his mouth. I yank the hair in my fists and only manage to pull out a few hair bands. I clutch his hair again, desperate to get his mouth on mine at the same time eager for the promise of release. He puts his strong palm on my pelvis and holds me down while his mouth works its magic on me, beckoning my orgasm. My hands leave his head, flying to my sides to clutch at the sheets and hold on for the ride. Cole makes a sound, sort of like a grunt, in his throat. It vibrates between my legs, up my spine and I’m spiraling out of control. I squeeze my eyes tight and yell his name as the wave hits me hard, leaving me trembling in the aftermath.

  I slowly open my mouth to find Cole hovering above me, smiling, his teeth bright in the darkness.

  “I am about to keep my promise.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He flips me around and in two seconds flat, I’m on my stomach. He hooks his hands behind my thighs, yanking them up so my rear is in the air. His big, calloused hands knead my cheeks roughly, then I feel a sharp pain on my skin. I glance over my shoulder and find his face inches from my buttock, his teeth barred, ready to take another bite.

  He freaking bit me.

  I wiggle my backside, but his grip tightens as his mouth lowers on my skin. He lifts his gaze to meet mine and I suck in a breath when I see the possessive, needy look leveled my way. He dips his head and kisses my flesh and then does the same to the other cheek before nipping a bit.

  Crap. I can feel my orgasm building again. I slide my hand between my legs and urgently rub my clitoris, eager to find my release. Cole seems to sense it. He flips me around fast, sits back on his haunches and drags me to him.

  “You will come with my cock inside you. Sit on me.” His words are barely intelligible now. He leans his back on the head board and fists his erection, moving his hand up and down in slow movements.

  As soon as I straddle him and put my hands on his shoulders, he lets go of himself and grabs my hips with both hands. He lowers me down, impaling me to the root, filling me completely. I inhale deeply and hold still. I want to tell him how good I feel, how much I love him, how perfect we are together. But I don’t want to move to switch on the light so he can read my lips. I don’t want to break our connection. So I take one of his hands and place it on my neck so he can feel what he is doing to me. I wrap my arms around his neck, concentrate on watching his face in the dark, memorizing each feature. We don’t talk as our breaths mingle, our hearts speak to each other and our souls merge over and over.

  The fingers on my neck tighten a little before releasing me and moving down to cup my breast. Pinching my nipple. I dip my head to kiss his neck, trailing my lips down his shoulder and nip with my teeth. Down to his chest. I suck on his nipple and then do the same to the other one, tugging at the metal ring. He groans and grabs my head in both hands and pulls me up to his mouth, kissing me brutally, passionately. His hips buck up. I bear down on him hard, matching his furious thrusts, feeling him go deeper. Deeper than I’ve ever felt before. His hands move to my hips and hold me in place as he thrusts in and out. In and Out. In. Out. I press my forehead to his, our lips so close to touching. We don’t kiss. Just keep on breathing. Breathing each other’s air. Feeding on the intensity of our union.

  God, Cole.

  Cole.

  I love you.

  The sound of my phone ringing penetrates the lusty haze. I shut my eyes tighter, throw my arms around Cole’s shoulders and grab him harder.

  I feel the wave rise inside me. My body shakes against Coles. He seems to sense how close I am to coming. He wraps his strong arms around my waist and buries his face into my breast. The orgasm rips through me and I’m flying. I feel him join me and we both fall over the edge together, my mouth pressed on his shoulder.

  When we are calm enough to move, he slumps back on the headboard, taking me with him and stretches his legs beneath him and just holds me. His heart beats wildly against my chest.

  I feel him move beneath me and seconds later the room is bathed with the soft light from the lamp on the nightstand.

  “That was mind-blowing,” I sign. “God, you are incredible.” I squint at him then burst out laughing. “You are wearing makeup.”

  He grins, the sexiest thing ever. “I was a princess and it was amazing,” he signs, then cups my neck in his hands, the pad of his thumbs skimming across my jaw as he kisses me softly. A whisper of a kiss. A promise of forever.

  The phone starts to ring again. I groan, annoyed that I have to move my well-loved and used body.

  “What is wrong?” he asks, sliding his hands to my shoulders.

  “My phone is ringing. Who could be calling at almost midnight?” I reach for the phone on my side of the bed and squint at the screen. I frown at the unfamiliar number flashing on my screen. I’m about to press the ‘call end’ button, but I pause.

  What if it’s Elon or Elise and something happened, and they couldn’t use their phones?

  I quickly swipe the screen to answer. “Eleanor Holloway.”

  There is a pause on the other end of the line, then “Mrs. Holloway? My name is Charles Witkson. I’m calling from Chicago.” A pause, then a deep intake of breath. “I’m a friend of your father’s. Your name and number were in his wallet. I didn’t know who else to call.”

  “My father?” I ask, trying to wrap my mind around the stranger’s words. Then a chill runs down my spine and I tense. My mind is still stuck on ‘Your name and number was in his wallet’. My first instinct is to ask if he is okay, but suddenly the anger that has been buried inside me all these years rears its head.

  “What do you want, Mr. Witkson?” I ask coldly, watching Cole’s expression darken as he reads my lips.

  The man coughs. “He has been arrested for attempted murder—”

  My brain shuts down. Everything after that is background noise. Bile burns my throat and I want to vomit. My body locks down and I feel hot and cold and I can’t breathe. Thoughts fly inside my head, thoughts of my father, the hell he had put us through. . .

  I jolt when hands grab my shoulders and shake me violently.

  “Nor? What is wrong?”

  I shake my head, tears burning my eyes. “I don’t have a father. I never have,” I declare over the phone. “Good bye Mr. Witkson. Please, don’t ever call me again.”

  I end the call with shaking fingers and clutch the phone in my hand.

  “Your father?” Cole asks, his face transformed from bliss to thunder. “What does he want?”

  “He was arrested for attempted murder. In Chicago,” I reply, but I don’t really feel anything at all. I was used to not having him around, and suddenly he is there, his presence looming around me like a nightmare.

  My father. The monster. He destroyed me and my family without even a second thought.

  Cole pries the phone from my hand then cups my face and forces me to look at him. “Nor, look at me.” I do. He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Take deep breaths. Stephen is not here. He cannot hurt you. Or me.” I take deep breaths and finally nod. “He would have to kill me first to get to you.”

  “Come on.” He slides down on the bed, and I turn around to face him and snuggle into his chest. He holds me, rubbing circles on my back until I fall into a dream full of monsters.r />
  I woke up hours ago, unable to sleep after last night’s phone call.

  I glance at the phone for the hundredth time, anxious to hear from my sisters. I sent them a text one hour ago after debating for most of the night if I should tell them about the disturbing call from Chicago.

  Dragging my hands through my mused up hair, I pull my legs up on the couch and prop my chin on top of my knees.

  I hate him for showing up in my life again.

  I close my eyes and focus on shoving those thoughts from my head.

  A hand cups the back of my neck and lips press warmly on my forehead. I open my eyes and see Cole standing shirtless in front of me, the gray pants slung low on his hips. His lips are smeared with red lipstick and his eyes circled with kohl and mascara.

  I pull him down for a kiss on his cheek and laugh, momentarily forgetting my problems. “You look so hot, baby.” I wipe my thumb on his lips and show it to him. “I love this look on you. So edgy.”

  He chuckles and shakes his head. “I woke up and you were gone. How are you?”

  I shake my head and drop my hands from his face. “Angry. Terrified. I know he can’t hurt us, but that phone call brought back bad memories—”

  Cole puts his index finger on my lips to stop my words. “He will never hurt you again. He will have to go through me first, okay?”

  I nod. “Okay.”

  “Good.” He kisses my nose. “Time to make my woman and my daughters breakfast.”

  He turns and walks toward the kitchen. I stand up and follow him, and then sit on one of the stools so I can watch him to distract myself.

  God, he is a fine specimen of a man. Those abs, that tight, tight rear. . .my eyes zoom in on his crotch and I swallow hard at the bulge. He was right. He doesn’t need a take-off countdown.

  Yes. Batman. I love Batman.

  Mom and Pete arrived one hour ago. I still can’t believe how healthy and peaceful she looks. She hasn’t asked about my father, which is a big step for her. She used to ask about him every time I spoke to her when she was undergoing therapy.