Page 75 of Falcon

Chapter 45

Daisy

I was sitting in a room with several bunk beds, a couple of dressers, a vanity with a shit ton of makeup that rivaled the dressing room at a strip club, and several women. They brought me to lay down, offered me clothes, and gave me some water.

“Where’s your cut?” one of the blonde women asked.

My brow drew together in confusion. “My cut?”

“Did you lose it when they snatched ya?” the other blonde asked.

“I’d just die if I had one and lost it,” the red-haired woman said as she twirled her hair.

They all wore cut-off shorts with frayed edges and tiny tank tops with heels. They were pretty and seemed nice enough, albeit nosy.But so was I; I couldn’t fault them

“Let her be. She’s been through it.” The only brunette in the room gave me a warm smile. “Need something stronger than that?” she asked as she glanced at my water.

I shook my head. My throat still felt like sandpaper from screaming and having something stuffed in my mouth for, well, I wasn’t sure how long it was. It felt like days. But it was still dark out and I didn’t think there had been daylight. Even with the cover over my head, I could make out passing lights outside of the van. But maybe I was hallucinating since they thought I was his old lady. Why else would they wonder about my cut?

The door opened and Falcon filled the space. My throat bobbed as pressure built behind my eyes, but no tears formed. The women all smiled at me then left as he stepped inside the room. I was so tired I could barely push myself up, but he lay next to me and pulled me against him, digging his face into my hair.

I relaxed against his warmth and a tear of relief finally escaped my eye, trickling down the side of my face. “You came for me,” I managed to whisper.

He tightened his hold around my back and cupped the back of my head. “I’ll always come for you, Daisy. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“You’re here now.” I dug my nose into his chest.

“Why don’t we clean you up so you can get some sleep?” he asked as he pulled me in tighter.

Finally blinking my eyes, I noticed dark spots all over his shirt. Pulling back more, I took in the sight of him. When he first came in, I was so happy to see him it didn’t hit me that he looked like he’d be run through mud then tossed in a dryer. Even his beard was disheveled, and he tended to that more than some women tended to their hair.

The dark spots were blood. “Are you alright?” I gasped.

He nodded and ran his thumb over my cheek then gripped my chin, pulling me to him. It was a quick peck, but I reached for his face and pulled him back for a better one. My lips stung but I didn’t care. I needed to be completely attached to him. If I could climb into his pants, I would have. I spent so much time fighting for space, but all I wanted right now was to be as close to him as I could.

Reaching between us, I took his already hard cock in my hand. He broke the kiss and my lips chased his as they pulled away. He ran his thumb over my pouty bottom lip. “You’ve had a shit day. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Desperate for him, tears squeezed from the corners of my eyes as my pussy throbbed with want. “Derek, I need you right now. Please.”

His mouth crashed against mine, and I forced my jeans and panties down and off my legs, not even bothering with my thick boot socks. He slid off the side of the bed and pulled me to the edge as I worked his belt and opened his jeans, pulling out my prize.

It all happened in such a frenzy. I scooted my ass practically off the bed and pulled him into me. We both moaned as he filled me. My hands rushed beneath his shirt so I could feel his skin before running over his perfect hard ass over his jeans and squeezed, making him drive harder and harder into me. My hands went up, gripping his shoulders for leverage and touching him as much as I could.

All I could focus on was his body against mine, each thrust, the wet and slapping sounds of our bodies as he brought me closer to release. One of his hands dipped between us and he ran his thumb over my clit and after just a few strokes, my body exploded, stars bursting behind my eyes.

“Come for me, darlin’. That’s it,” he said in a low timber.

I tensed around him, my legs locking him in but as I stopped pulsing around his cock, he moved his thumb, then pushed my hips back. Brows drawn but still panting, I looked down to see him spurting his cum down my thigh. “Oh fuck, Falcon, I’m sorry.”

He leaned back in and took my mouth with his. With a final rumble in his chest, he pulled away. “Don’t be. You felt so fucking good. I can’t wait for the day I shoot inside you.”

He kissed me hard. Still panting I said, “You know that isn’t fool-proof? Pull and pray ends with a lot of unwanted pregnancies.”

He grabbed my face, and his fiery gaze melted me. “We’re gonna have pregnancies. Maybe not planned, but never unwanted.” He kissed me hard again, making my eyes roll back. He pulled away and released my face but ran his fingers down my cheek. “Probably sooner rather than later, because now that I’ve felt your pussy around me, I don’t ever want to go back.”

Still gripping his shoulders, I said, “Speaking of going back, what time are we leaving? I know you need some rest, but I’m ready to get back to the clubhouse. I can set an alarm on my cell. I need my charger, though.” One of the girls had gone to the truck to get my bag and the phone, but the charger was still outside. They were trying to get me to shower and change, but I think I was stiff and still in shock. Falcon being so close breathed life back into me, loosening my body, but soreness slowly began to set in. “I need a shower, too.”

“Daisy, I need you to stay here while I handle some business.”

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