Page 87 of Falcon

His hand moved to the button of my jeans, and he tugged until it popped open. “It’s my shoulder and it’s stitched up. I know my woman and I know what you need right now. Lose those and hop on.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and went to lock the door. I pulled my boots off as fast as I could as he watched with hooded eyes. He threw the blanket off, but he had his boxer-briefs on. I didn’t think he could lean easily to get them off, at least not how he was right now.

After I pushed my jeans and panties down, I climbed to the end of the bed and gently pulled his underwear down and off. His hard cock sprang out and my mouth watered. I licked the tip, and he moaned before I wrapped my lips around it and took him in. Hearing his moans and rumbles only made me hotter. I worked my bra clasp and pulled it off before using one hand to help my sucking and the other to cup his balls. He pulled at my messy bun but didn’t guide me. I was nestled between his muscular thighs, covered in tats, and thought I would just finish him off, but he tugged on my hair, making me look up. “Goddamn, you look so beautiful with your pretty lips around my cock, but I want to be inside that sweet cunt.”

I gave another hard suck as I hollowed out my cheeks, licking the bottom of his cock with a flattened tongue as I did. Once I popped from the tip, I slowly climbed up his body. I couldn’t help but look down at the dressing over his wound. “Are you sure this is fine? I can suck you off.”

He grabbed my hips and situated me on his lap with a grunt.

“Falcon,” I whisper-hissed. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Then ride me.” The heat in his eyes washed away any doubt I had, and he was right…I wanted him.

Lowering down onto him, I couldn’t help but moan. He cupped my breast, pinching my nipple. I slid up and down his thick cock, trying to make sure I wasn’t anywhere near his bandage.

“I said ride me, Daisy. I’m not gonna break.”

Leaning a little, I braced my hands onto his chest, careful to steer clear of the gauze, and let loose like there was no bullet wound. His eyes bore into mine as I bounced up and down. The bed squeaked and slick sounds could be heard over the clattering from downstairs.

My head was dizzy as blood rushed to my center, tingles and waves beginning to flutter between my hips.

“That’s it, darlin’. Take what you need,” he practically growled. His fingers dug into my hips, and he didn’t take his eyes off mine.

I gritted my teeth and my nails dug into his chest as my channel pulsed around him.

“Derek, oh, oh yes,” I panted between heavy breaths.

Stars burst behind my eyes, and I tensed but then felt spurts of heat shooting inside. I scrambled to move but was thrust down harder by his firm grip on my hips instead. He grunted and his hips pushed up.

With wide eyes I looked down at him. “Derek!”

He gave an evil grin. “I’ve already claimed you. The chances of having a baby from this one time are slim, anyway. Plus, I know your cycle and you’re past the window.”

I was still panting to catch my breath, staring down at this man. “You keep track of my cycle? Have you been planning to do that?”

He reached his hand to my face, grabbing my chin. “What if I have?”

I dug deep for some anger or even irritation, but all I came up with was a laugh. The movement pushed him from my channel and his cum leaked out, but I didn’t move. Staring into those hazel eyes that looked back at me with so much love and reverence, I asked, “Do you really want kids that bad?”

He tugged on my chin and as carefully as I could, I leaned toward him. We were just inches apart. “I really want everything with you, Daisy.” He pulled me the rest of the way and we shared a slow kiss.

When I pulled away, I said, “First, let’s get you home.”

“Then I get to put my property patch on you.” He pulled me down to lay over him and ran his hands over my back.

Hearing the word property no longer bothered me. I was ready to be officially his. And I was ready to start our new life together.

Chapter 51

Falcon

The next day, I got dressed on my own, but Petrov insisted his doctor check me out again before I left. After a tongue lashing in Russian about tearing a couple of the stitches, he gave his blessing for us to leave since I had the truck. He told Daisy she needed to drive, and Petrov wouldn’t let me in the driver’s seat. She preened at being able to drive, so even though I didn’t see what difference it made if I rode or drove, I agreed.

She went on about how I always took care of her so the least she could do was drive me home. Rooster, Eagle, and Lacy had left yesterday, and Linx took off around the same time with Pitty, driving the loaner back. I hadn’t seen him at the restaurant, but I thought I heard them talking about him waiting with the bikes at our normal drop point with Rooster.

Petrov’s crew had made sure the bikes were moved quickly away from Romano’s, swept the scene, and had patched up the woman who had been drugged up and scared. There hadn’t been any mention of Romano or what happened until we made it back to our clubhouse. Even then, it was a quick story on the news, shoved between the weather and sports according to Eagle.

It was right around dinner time when we finally made it back and we got a warm welcome as we pulled in. Once everyone realized Daisy was driving, the jokes poured in.

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