Falling Deeper (Falling Series)

by Lucia Grace

  She melts into my chest when she realizes it’s me, her ass hitting my rock-hard cock with those fuck-me heels on; making my cock even harder.

  Fuck…that ass.

  I let out a low groan when she starts to sway again, grinding her luscious ass against me, and I slide my hands down to her hips, pulling her in closer, and start to move with her. I may not like dancing but I’m not a terrible at it, and I’m not exactly suffering with my girl in my arms. Plus, this can’t be too much harder than fucking, can it? And that I can do.

  Ember loops her arms around my neck pulling me from my thoughts of taking her from behind, her hands running through the hair at the back of my head, causing a deep growl to rumble from my chest. As she keeps moving into me, I bring my hands up, one flat against her stomach just under her full, perfect tits and the other I bring up to lightly circle her throat. Using my fingers, I clasp her chin to turn her head for access to her slender neck.

  I feel, rather than hear, the moan she unleashes as it vibrates up her chest and past her throat, as I lick up her neck to her jaw. Nipping it gently.

  We never stop moving, grinding, swaying as the music plays on. When I can’t take her ass against my junk anymore, I place my hands back to her waist and spin her around then bring her right back against me. Chest to chest. Her breath hitches, and like always I get lost in her rich, dark brown eyes.

  Never taking my eyes off of hers, I slide one of my thighs between her legs and bring both hands down her bare back to settle on the round globes of her perfect ass. I groan again.

  This ass is going to be the death of me.

  When I’ve got Ember settled against me, her warm heat on my thigh, her full tits pressed against my hard chest, and her perfect ass in my hands, I start grinding against her. Letting the filthy words of the song and sensual beat spur us on. Letting the words convey what our night will consist of once we leave this club.

  Ember starts to roll her hips as she runs her hands through my hair and brings them to wrap around my neck. She presses and grinds and rolls as close to me as she can get. Like she can’t stand there being any space between us.

  I know the feeling.

  As the song starts to come to an end Ember leans further into me, bringing her lips to my neck where she breathes my name. “Kayson.” Dragging it out in a throaty whisper.

  Then I feel her warm, wet tongue come out to play as she places openmouthed kisses on any skin she can reach. As she makes it closer to that tender spot below my ear that she knows drives me crazy, I pray that she doesn’t do what she normally does. Because if she does, I can’t guarantee that I won’t lay her out right here in the middle of this dance floor full of people and fuck her into next week as everyone watches.

  My prayer wasn’t soon enough because she does exactly what I thought she’d do. As soon as her lips make it to that one spot she pulls away, then I feel teeth. She bites then nibbles that spot for all of two seconds before I’m groaning and pushing her away from me gently.

  “We need to leave. Now.” I don’t even bother hiding the lust in my eyes, the need in my voice, and the harshness in my demand.

  Lust and desire stare back at me in Ember’s hooded gaze as she nods her consent.

  I grab her hand and pull her back into me. “Give me those words, baby. Tell me what I want to hear.”

  Her pouty lips pop open when my growled words finally carry over the music. “O-okay,” she stammers out. Breathless with want.

  I toss her my smirk that reveals my dimple, causing a lazy smile to turn up on her face. I shake my head on a small laugh as I start walking us out of the club, never letting go of her hand. Linking our fingers, I don’t even bother stopping to say bye to any of our friends. I just drag her out of the club while envisioning every single filthy thing I can’t wait to do to her gorgeous body.

  Crashing through the front door of Ember’s apartment, I kick the door shut with my booted foot then immediately start walking toward her bedroom. We hit the hallway walls a couple of times, never separating our mouths, but I’m careful to take the brunt of each impact. Righting us each time.

  I barely held on for the ten-minute drive it took to get here. I could see her chest heaving from the corner of my eye; hear her breathy moans slip past her lips as she shifted her legs in her seat, looking for some relief. I left both hands to the wheel, white knuckling the whole way to stop from pulling the fuck over and fucking her right there.

  As soon as I pulled up I had just turned my truck off before I jumped out, ran around the front of the cab, pulled Ember’s door open, then dragged her out. I never set her down. Just had her wrap her arms and legs around me like a vine and carried her through the building.

  Her lips never left me—my neck, my face, my lips. And my hands never left her round ass. From the front doors to the elevator to her front door.

  In the elevator ride up to her fourth floor apartment I was able to taste her full lips, and taste her I did. I devoured her lips, sucked on her tongue, and nipped her with my teeth. I couldn’t get enough and neither could she. I had her pinned against the wall, braced with my hips so my hands could roam from her ass to her tits and back again. As the elevator door pinged open, I staggered through before it slid closed and got us to her door with minimal trouble.

  I’m brought back to the present as I make it to her bed, my knees knocking into the foot of it, causing me to stumble a bit and Ember to giggle against my lips.

  I toss her down gently but urgently. Needing to be inside of her. She’s laid out before me on her queen-sized bed. Tits straining her tight black dress as she fights to regain the breath I just stole.

  I don’t know where to begin. I want to consume her and own her. Get lost in her and be found in her. I want to fuse myself with her, get so tangled up we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

  I decide to start with her feet and remove her right heel from her foot. Trailing one hand up her bare leg as my other holds her by the ankle so I can drag open mouth kisses along her satin skin. As I near the apex of her thighs I stop short. The smell of her arousal causing my mouth to water, and I about shoot off in my jeans. I take a deep breath to calm myself before I repeat the process with her left leg. Stopping short of where she so desperately wants me yet again.

  She groans in disappointment that turns into a squeal of surprise when I drag her by her ankles so her ass is perched at the end of the bed. Her feet hitting the carpeted floor.

  I gently grab her hands that are by her sides so I can pull her up to standing. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. Did I tell you that?” I ask before I lay a kiss to her cheek.

  She blushes that glorious shade of pink where I just kissed before she replies on a breathy whisper, “Maybe once or twice.”

  When I let go of her hands, Ember’s come up to start scoring her nails along my abs, underneath my black T-shirt as she drags my shirt up.

  Once my shirt passes my head I bend to place my lips to Ember’s, just breathing her in, as I bring my hands to the hem of her short, tight dress that has been teasing me all night.

  She gasps then moans against my lips when she feels my knuckles brush her bare skin along her sides, as I drag her dress up, we part as it passes over her head. Her bare tits bounce from their confinement—no bra—which has me groaning as I toss her dress behind me somewhere. Not giving a fuck because my girl is standing before me in nothing but a tiny scrap of black lace.

  “Kayson,” she breathes out. A flush working up her neck to her cheeks. “Please.” She begs.

  Not being able to take it anymore and wanting to see her bare perfection, I bring my right hand to her hip and tear the flimsy black lace from her core. Bringing a rush of air to flow past Ember’s lips and hit my bare chest.

  I take a small step back to take in her beauty and the air is knocked from my lungs. No matter how many times I’ve seen her bare and flushed before me since we’ve reunited, I will never get used to the exquisite beauty that she p
ossesses. From her expressive eyes, to her pouty lips, to those full tits that overflow my hands, and to that bare and tight-as-fuck pussy of hers that I never want to leave.

  Each glorious inch of her, inside and out, is utter perfection made just for me.

  And I’m never letting her go ever again.

  I quickly unbutton my jeans and slide them and my boxer briefs down my legs and toe off my boots to kick off my clothes. My cock jerks against my lower abs as her eyes take me in. Head to toe. Then it points right to home when her small hand rises to trace the V in my hips with a light touch.

  “You always say how beautiful I am. But, Kayson, it’s you who’s beautiful.” Her eyes lift from my body to meet my eyes. The brown depths are soft with love and wonder.

  Fucking Christ, I’m a lucky son of a bitch.

  “Lie down, baby. Let me love you.”

  That shy smile of hers almost brings me to my knees.

  I grasp Ember’s waist, lifting her, and she wraps her legs around my hips. I place a gentle kiss against her lips that are still puffy from my earlier assault before laying her back on the bed. I reach around and clasp her ankles that are crossed behind my back to release them. She pouts when I don’t come over top of her, and then softly gasps when I spread her wide on the bed. Exposing her to me.

  Her eyes heat, expecting me to devour her. And I will, but I’m taking my time tonight. My dick can’t wait one more minute to be embraced by her tight heat. So first I’m taking her long and slow and hard. Then I’ll spend the night worshipping every fucking inch of her. Pouty lips to pretty pink pussy.

  “You ready for me, baby?” I whisper as I climb onto the bed. My hips spreading her legs just a little bit wider. I swipe the head of my cock through her wet slit to spread her arousal.

  She starts to nod, but then stops because she knows I want her words. “I’ve been ready all my life.”

  That’s all I needed to hear and more.

  As slowly as I can, I slide into Ember. Inch by agonizing inch until I’m buried to the hilt, and I’m suppressing the urge to rear back and slam into her.

  We moan together then start to move as one. My hands are cupping her round ass, tilting her hips. Her hands are running through my hair then roaming across my back. I haven’t taken my eyes off of her face once. Through each cry, moan, and toss of her head. My eyes have stayed fixed on her face. I take a deep breath when her rich brown eyes meet my gray ones. Then almost lose all control when she utters her next words.

  “I love you.” She breathes out.

  Fuck, I’ll never get tired of hearing her say that. Ever. The way her soft, raspy tone wraps around each word. The way her tongue caresses each syllable. The way those three words from her lips absolutely own me.

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  “Forever?” She moans out as my pace slowly starts to increase.

  “Forever.” I vow.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  KAYSON

  I take a deep breath as Ember’s mom opens the front door to her two-bedroom ranch-style house just as I finish knocking.

  “Kayson,” she says warmly. A slow smile blooming across her face.

  “Cassandra,” I reply then clear my throat. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

  “Oh no. I’m sorry. Come in. Come in.” She pushes out on the screen door then steps back to make room for me to step through.

  I take another deep breath as the door snaps closed behind me. Nervousness prickles over my skin.

  She leads me down the hall into the open kitchen-dining room that’s painted a pale yellow. “Would you like something to drink? Water or coffee?”

  I start to shake my head but then decide a water may be good. “I’ll take some water if you don’t mind.”

  She offers me her gentle, motherly smile as she pulls open the refrigerator door and retrieves two bottles from inside before handing me one. “Why don’t we go sit on the patio out back? It’s a gorgeous day out there.” She smiles again then turns and makes her way to the sliding glass door.

  She slides it open and I follow her through then take a seat at the patio table after she does. I look up into the almost cloudless blue sky, gathering my thoughts. She is right, it’s a nice early summer day in June. Sun shining and all.

  When I finally tilt my head back down and look to Cassandra, her eyes are already trained on me. A knowing look on her face.

  Before I can say anything, her expression changes. A touch of sadness softening her features. She places her small hand over mine. “I’m sorry about your mother.”

  I scoff and shake my head at the sincerity in her voice. “I appreciate it, but it isn’t necessary. We didn’t have a relationship long before I left Pleasant Beach.”

  Soft smile still in place she replies. “Regardless, she was your mother. So I’m sorry.”

  I offer her a tilt of my lips in return, along with a nod of my head. I’m not going to argue with her. Not when she’s always been so kind to me, even when I didn’t deserve it. And especially not when I’m here to ask her one of the biggest questions of my life.

  I blow out a deep breath. “I’m sorry to drop by like this. I’m sure you weren’t expecting me.”

  “I’ve been expecting you since I first saw you sitting in the hospital waiting room, back when my baby girl was shot.”

  Surprise shocks me silent as I watch her saddened face, over the mention of Ember’s shooting, turn all too knowing yet again.

  “You have?”

  “I have,” she says through a smile. A smile that is almost identical to Ember’s. I shake my head, confused, as she continues. “I always knew you’d be back. Just like I always knew you and my daughter were meant to be together. It doesn’t mean that I’m happy about your past, or that I condone it, but I always accepted the fact that you and Ember would end up together one day. Your love was too fierce, too real, to have it turn out otherwise.”

  I swear my fucking jaw must be hitting the floor. I figured I’d have to work at this, to prove to Cassandra that I’m really in this with Ember. Ensure my loyalty and my heart to her daughter.

  My mind is fucking blown.

  “That doesn’t mean I’m not expecting you to ask me still and then lay it all on the line. Because you will do both. And then I’ll remind you that I won’t have any problems showing you that I know how to use a gun if you break my baby girl’s heart again.”

  I smirk. That’s where Ember gets her sass from.

  The smile on my face slowly drops as the weight of this moment settles over me. I look directly into Cassandra’s eyes before I put it all out there. My heart and soul.

  “I’ve loved your daughter from the first day I laid eyes on her almost five years ago. It has to be since then because I don’t remember a single second that I haven’t loved her. Even when we were apart she consumed my every thought, every beat of my heart. I was somehow lucky enough to win her heart the first time and then again now.”

  My chest tightens just like it always does whenever I think about Ember and how fucking lucky I am that she chose me. Twice.

  “I know I messed up before. I know letting her go was the right thing to do then, but I know the way I did it was completely wrong. Hurting her the way I did. I know letting my darkness feed off the drugs and allowing them to control my life fucked everything up. And I know staying away for so long almost lost me my chances at getting her back. But I know that now I’m a changed man. I know that no matter the circumstances I can’t ever live without Ember. And that I don’t want to. I know that I will lay down my life for her, but more importantly, that I want to live for her.”

  I look down and take in a deep breath. I bring my eyes back up into Cassandra’s. “She’s all I see. She’s all I want, all I need. She owns me completely, and I will spend the rest of my life showing her just how much I love her, how much I need her, and why I choose her.”

  Tears swim in Cassandra’s eyes, but she doesn’t let them fall.

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p; “So with that, I’m here to ask you if you’d allow me the honor of asking for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  KAYSON

  I switch on the lights and sirens as Paxton flies through the lanes on the outskirts of town until we hit Main Street, where he slows down enough to watch for oncoming traffic and pedestrians. He appears to be calm, but his hands give him away. They tighten around the wheel, turning white, as his adrenaline seeps through the cab of the ambulance.

  I start to bounce my knee as it surges through me. Anticipating the situation we’re about to enter.

  A vision of Ember’s face lost in ecstasy starts to filter through my mind. The only thing that would be able to calm me down and take my mind off of this situation. Her lost in the throes of passion, just like last night, when I took her so hard and deep I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. Fucking perfection.

  Then thoughts of my plans for next week cross my mind. I have it all planned out. Down to every last detail. Fuck, I cannot wait. I’ve been carrying around this box for two weeks now, waiting for the perfect time.

  But I quickly shake off those thoughts when I remember why we’re speeding through traffic.

  We got a 10-52 requesting an ambulance for a 10-96 radioed in, just ten minutes ago from Damon. A call was made into the line operator about a homeless drifter loitering outside of Sophie’s Kitchen.

  When a 10-96 is called in, the EMTs are on standby until a 10-52 request for an ambulance is called through the radio. As soon as the officers are dispatched we prep to leave in case restrained transport to the hospital is needed, because of a mental case.

  From the sounds of things and the crowd around the corner of Main and Packer Street where Sophie’s is located, I’d say we’re in for a real treat.