Soaring with Fallon

by Kristen Proby

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve never been here in my life.”

  I laugh and reach into the backseat for the blanket I brought with me, then hop out of the Jeep and spread it over the hood. I gesture for him to join me, and we sit with our backs against the windshield.

  “This is nice,” I breathe, cuddled up next to Noah as we watch the lights below. The sky is clear, showing off the Milky Way above. “You don’t see stars like this in Chicago.”

  “No?”

  “No way. Too much light noise from the city and smog, most likely. This is just incredible.”

  “Look.” He points to a shooting star. “Did you see it?”

  “Yeah. There’s another.”

  “I see.” He tips his face down, watching me. “Thank you for tonight.”

  “It was just pool and Lookout Point.”

  A smile tickles his lips. “Best date I’ve been on in my life.”

  “Whatever.” I giggle and straddle him, burying my fingers in his hair. “I think we can make it even better.”

  “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you all night.”

  “Nothing stopping you now.” I shift my hips, grinding myself against the cock straining against his jeans. My shorts are little, and when he reaches between us and pushes two fingers under the hem, they slip easily inside me. “Oh, Jesus.”

  “I never got to third base up here before,” he informs me. “It was so worth the wait.”

  My arms are wrapped around his neck now, holding on for dear life as I ride his fingers and kiss the life out of him. We’re panting, and my heartbeat sounds even louder out here in the dark, looking out over the town I’ve grown to love.

  With the man I love even more.

  “God, that’s good,” I moan, just as a car pulls up behind the Jeep. We both freeze, staring into each other’s eyes in horror. “Shit.”

  Red and blue lights flash. I hurry off Noah’s lap then sit next to him, trying to look as natural as possible.

  Of course, I’m right on the brink of a crazy orgasm, but the police officer doesn’t need to know that.

  A flashlight shines in my face, making me squint.

  “Noah?”

  I frown, trying to make out the person behind the glare.

  “Brad?” Noah asks and then breaks out into laughter. “What the fuck is the chief of police doing checking out Lookout Point?”

  “I got a call from a neighbor. They said they thought some kids were up here.” He laughs and turns off the flashlight, leaning on my Jeep. “You must be Fallon.”

  “Guilty,” I reply with a chuckle.

  “Anyway, I thought I’d come up and check it out, shoo the horny teenagers along.” He grins, enjoying himself.

  “We were just enjoying the view,” I say, shrugging innocently. “Nothing to see here, officer.”

  “Sure,” he replies with a laugh. “That’s why your hair’s a mess.”

  I gasp and pull the clip out of my hair, letting it fall around my shoulders. Okay, so he caught us.

  “Are we going to jail?” I ask.

  “No,” Brad says with a laugh. “Noah’s dad would make me cut wood for the rest of my life if I took his son to jail.”

  “Dad enjoyed using chopping wood as a punishment,” Noah says with a nod. “Not to mention, Max might be annoyed if you put his best friend in the slammer.”

  “My brother would just bail you out,” Brad says with a grin. “We’ll just save us all the trouble. But take the rest of this home, will you? It’s damn embarrassing.”

  “I don’t know,” Noah says thoughtfully. “I got to third base with a girl at Lookout Point. I’d say it’s something to brag about.”

  “Brag from home,” Brad replies with a laugh. “Nice to meet you, Fallon. Have fun, you crazy kids.”

  “See you on Saturday?” Noah calls out.

  “We’ll be there.” Brad waves, then gets in his SUV and drives away.

  “What’s happening Saturday?” I ask as I hop off the Jeep.

  “Lake day at Max’s place,” Noah says and folds up the blanket. “I kept meaning to tell you about it, but you’ve had me so turned on, all the blood in my body is in my dick.”

  “I’m not sorry.” I bite my lip and hop into the driver’s seat. “Let’s go home and finish what we started so we don’t go to jail.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  * * * *

  I stumble into the bathroom and flip on the shower and adjust the temperature to steaming hot.

  I’m running late, but I can’t complain. Noah just showed me the art of wake-up sex.

  Again.

  I grin and step under the stream of water, careful not to get my hair wet. Since our date the other night, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me, and I don’t mind.

  Not a bit.

  I take a deep breath, enjoying the way the hot water falls over my sore muscles, and close my eyes, feeling the heat seep into my flesh.

  It’s been a busy, sexy week. A happy one, that’s for sure. I only have one morning class today, and then Noah and I are headed to Max’s lake house for a day of fun. I’d usually avoid such a big group of people, but I’m excited to see everyone today.

  My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the shift in the air as Noah opens the glass door and steps into the shower with me. He drags his hand over my stomach before pressing himself along my back.

  “Seriously?” I ask with a smile. “Again? We just did this twenty minutes ago.”

  His lips are in my hair. I feel them curl up in a grin. “It’s not my fault.”

  “How is that?”

  He reaches out to soap up my sponge and goes to work lathering up my back and ass. “You have these dimples, right at the base of your back. I love looking at them.”

  “Hmm.” I plant my hands on the tile and lean forward, enjoying the attention to my skin.

  “And this freckle, right here on your shoulder blade.”

  “I have a freckle?”

  “Yeah, you can’t see it.” He kisses the spot in question. “But it’s there, and I can’t resist it. Not to mention when I kiss you right here.”

  He plants his lips on the back of my neck, just under my hairline, and kisses me before gently tugging the skin with his teeth, making me gasp.

  “Yeah, that noise you make? Irresistible.”

  “Is that so?”

  “It’s the God’s honest truth,” he replies, and I turn to face him. Without thinking twice, I squat and take him firmly in my fist, jacking him slowly. “Ah, hell, then you do things like that.”

  “Do you like this?” I reach for the soap to wash our last romp in the sheets away.

  “Who doesn’t like this?”

  I grin and watch his face as he leans on the wall, the exact same way I did. The water beats on his chest, sending a little spray over my head.

  I guess my hair is getting wet, after all.

  I don’t mind.

  When the soap is rinsed away, I lean in and lick his tip, around the lip of the head, and feel my core tighten when he moans.

  He’s not the only one that gets off on turning the other one on. It’s a thrilling, powerful feeling to watch him come undone in my hands.

  Because of my body.

  I’m still moving my hand up and down in a steady rhythm as I feast on him, loving the musky scent, the visceral noises coming from him. When I slip one hand around his balls and suck hard, he cries out. The next thing I know, I’m on my feet and bent over, braced on the bench at the opposite side of the shower.

  “You make me fucking crazy,” he groans, slipping his fingers through my folds to make sure I’m ready for him.

  It seems like I’m always ready for him.

  “Everything you do turns me on, Fal. Every damn thing.” He uses the head of his cock now, teasing me. “I can’t stay away from you.”

  “You don’t have to,” I say, my voice breathless. “In fact, don’t stay away fro
m me.”

  He pushes inside of me, hitting a spot so deep in my womb it almost hurts.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Oh, yeah.” I stand, shifting the angle a bit, and he leans down to kiss my neck. His hand is braced on my stomach, the other on my hip as he moves, pounding in and out of me until we’re both spent.

  “Convenient thing, shower sex,” he says as he washes us both off. “You just leave the mess right here.”

  “So, that’s what you’re doing? Just thinking of the mess.”

  He grins, that sexy cockiness written all over his face. “Hell yes. I’m a giver.”

  I laugh and bite his shoulder. “I can’t argue with that.”

  “Bite me like that, and we’ll have to start this process all over again.”

  “I have to work.” I slip from the shower and wrap a towel around myself, my skin humming from my second orgasm of the morning. “You keep yourself and your sexy ways away from me.”

  He turns off the water and reaches for his own towel, watching me with happy eyes.

  “Fine. Only because I don’t think I could survive round three.”

  “Oh, you could,” I say with confidence. “We’ll try another day.”

  He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply. Slowly. The tone changing from hot lust to sweet affection.

  “It’s a date, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  ~Noah~

  “If you keep staring at her like that, people will think you’re a stalker,” Max says, mirroring my stance at the windows, our arms crossed over our chests. Fallon is down at the dock with the girls, sitting in the sun and laughing about something.

  I can’t hear her, but it makes me smile. Damn, I love her laugh.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say. “I’m just watching the lake.”

  “Bullshit,” Max says with a laugh. “You’re looking at the girls. And it better be Fallon, because if you’re ogling Willa, I’ll punch you out.”

  “Same goes for Autumn,” Gray says, joining us.

  “I think we’re all on board with that,” Christian adds as he and Brad join us, as well. Here we are, a line of men watching our girls. Hannah is the first to jump into the water, splashing and swimming, urging the others to join her.

  “That’s my girl,” Brad murmurs.

  “She seems to be doing better,” Max says, gesturing to Hannah. “She’s much less anxious compared to last summer.”

  “She’s working through it,” Brad replies with a nod. “She never would have jumped into that water before.”

  “Good for her,” I say, smiling as Fallon splashes Hannah with her foot.

  “Looks like Fallon is fitting right in,” Christian says, clapping me on the shoulder. “I like her.”

  “We all do,” Gray agrees. “I’m going to be brutally honest.”

  “Oh, good,” I say, my voice dry. “I was worried that you’d sugarcoat it.”

  “I didn’t know if you’d fall in love,” Gray continues, ignoring me. “Not because you aren’t a good guy, but because you can be…”

  “I can be what?”

  “Abrasive,” Brad finishes for him. “You’re honest and blunt, and sometimes that comes off as douchey.”

  “I am douchey,” I agree with a nod. “But not on purpose, and she gets me. We are honest with each other, and I’m learning to choose my words more carefully. The last thing in the world I ever want to do is hurt her, so I’m still me, but with prettier words.”

  “It’s working,” Max says. “She looks at you like you hung the moon.”

  “Which is how it should be,” Brad adds.

  “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I reply with a shrug, grinning when Fallon dives off the dock and surfaces with a big smile for her friends. “I never understood it before, you know? I watched you all fall, one by one, and I didn’t get it. Until her.”

  “That’s how it should be, too,” Christian says. “Otherwise, we’d get married and divorced at every turn. You wait for the one that changes you. That changes everything.”

  “Listen to us,” I say, laughing. “We sound so sappy.”

  “Love does that to you, too,” Gray adds. “We’re mushy. I can live with it.”

  “Me, too,” I say with a nod. “Are we taking the boats out or what?”

  “You guys go,” Max says as he walks away. “I have to wait for the caterer. I ordered a taco bar to be set up, but they should be here anytime, and then I’ll join you.”

  “I love days at Max’s house,” Brad says as we walk down to the lake. The girls have all climbed out of the water and onto the dock, where they’re chatting.

  “Who wants to go water skiing?” Gray asks.

  “Can’t we just go on the pontoon?” Jenna asks with a sigh. “I want to sit and watch the water and be lazy. I don’t ever get to be lazy.”

  “That’s one vote for lazy,” Brad says. “Ladies?”

  “I’m all for lazy,” Willa agrees.

  “Lazy,” Hannah says with a sigh. “And safer.”

  Brad laughs and kisses his wife on the shoulder. “Autumn? Fallon? Are you up for skiing?”

  “I am,” Autumn says, surprising us. “I’m trying new things.”

  “I can’t let her go alone,” Fallon says, looping her arm through Autumn’s. “So, it looks like we’ll go skiing. But I want to be lazy after.”

  “Deal,” Gray says.

  I pull Fallon to me and kiss her hard, in front of all the people that I love. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.”

  “I know,” she says with a smile.

  Christian and Brad join the other girls on the pontoon, while Gray and I take our women on the speedboat.

  “Hey, wait for me,” Max calls out and runs onto the boat before we can pull away.

  “Did the food show up?”

  “Yep, and they’re setting up. Now, I get to play, too.” He grins like a kid as we zoom out to the middle of the lake.

  “Where’s Alex?” I ask, wondering where the little boy is.

  “With his best friend up in Glacier Park today,” Max replies. “He’ll be sad he missed this.”

  “There’s plenty of summer left,” Autumn says and smiles.

  “You’re right,” Max says with a nod. “We need to do this more often.”

  “Where is the new house going?” I ask, scouring the shore but unable to make it out.

  “Oh, good call. Let’s drive past it,” Gray says. “Take over, Max.”

  Max turns the wheel, taking us down the lake about a mile, then points. “Right there. See the crane?”

  “Oh, that’s going to be gorgeous,” Fallon says. “What a view.”

  “It’s not going to suck,” Max agrees with a wink. “But we’re about a year out from moving in. In the meantime, we’ll keep the other house to use.”

  “Convenient, being a billionaire,” Gray says, earning an eye roll from Max. “And, by convenient, I mean it works for me because I love lake day.”

  “He’s using you for your money,” Fallon informs Max with a laugh.

  “I know,” Max says with a shrug. “I should have caught on when we were kids, and he always borrowed money for extra candy at the movies.”

  “Whatever,” Gray laughs and gets the skis ready to go. “Are you ready, angel?”

  “I guess.” Autumn doesn’t look so sure.

  “You’ll be in a life preserver,” I remind her. “If you fall, you’ll still be safe.”

  “You’ve got this,” Gray says and walks her through it. On her first try, she manages to get up and stay up for way longer than anyone I’ve ever seen on their first go.

  “That was so fun,” Autumn says when we pull her back into the boat. “I was a wee bit scared, but it was easier than I thought.”

  “You’re a natural,” Max says. “Because, trust me, it is hard.”

  “Your turn,” I say to Fallon.

  “No, I think it’s your turn
,” she says, lounging in the front of the boat. “I said I’d go with Autumn, I didn’t say I’d ski.”

  I narrow my eyes at her, walking toward her. “You’re not going to try?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  I prop my hands on my hips and watch her smile up at me, squinting in the direct sunshine. It’s hot today, but being on the lake is nice.

  “I wouldn’t mind watching you do it,” Fallon adds.

  “Ever the voyeur,” I murmur and turn to march to the back of the boat. “Okay, I’m up. Let’s do this.”

  I take off my shirt and toss it aside.

  “Oh, yes,” Fallon says. “Let’s do this.”

  I turn to find her grinning, watching me. She likes what she sees.

  * * * *

  “I can’t believe you went skiing without me,” Alex says a few hours later as he munches on a taco. “Can we go back out?”

  “Sorry, bud,” Max says, ruffling his hair. “We’re all skied out for the day. We’ll go another time.”

  “Did you have fun with Pierce?” Willa asks.

  “Yeah, but he got car sick, so we came home early.”

  “Going-to-the-Sun Road isn’t for pansies,” Gray says. “It’s pretty, but it’s windy.”

  “Yeah,” Alex agrees. “What else did you do?”

  “You’re looking at it,” Willa says with a laugh. “You’re always afraid you’re going to miss something.”

  “Well, I’m right. You went water skiing without me. Can we go get Rocky from Grandma and Grandpa’s?”

  “In a bit.” Willa gives him the you-better-change-your-tone mom look, and Alex sighs.

  “You should have a dozen kids,” Max says to Jenna, who just laughs.

  “Hey, kids are good,” Alex says.

  “I know,” Max replies. “That’s what I’m saying.”

  Fallon slips her hand in mine and leans her head on my shoulder. It’s been a full day on the lake with sunbathing, swimming, food, and even some ping-pong thrown in for good measure.

  “Is anyone up for a movie?” Max asks.

  “Yes!” Alex exclaims.

  “Anyone else?” Willa says with a laugh.

  “I think we’re going to head out,” I say as Fallon yawns.

  “It’s not the company,” she insists. “I just haven’t swum that much in years. I forgot how good it is for the body. I’ll have to do it more.”