Page 138 of Pinkie Promise

I’m immediately bounding up the stairs, meeting Fallon in the middle as she races her way down. There are tears running down her face so I scoop her up without hesitation, even though I don’t know yet if these are good tears or bad tears.

“Tell me, baby,” I say to her, rubbing at her waist while I manoeuvre us into the open plan living area. The curtains are still drawn from last night, and Fallon’s pretty lace thong is dangling off the arm of the sofa.

We may have only gottennakedwhen we hit the hay in our bedroom last night, but that doesn’t mean that we made it to the bedroom without going at it downstairs first.

I didn’t drink at the Sports Gala last night knowing that I was going to be driving late with Fallon so I’m remembering last night clear as day.

I’m pacing blindly as I gently bounce her against my chest, hoping that she’s been given the outcome that she wanted.

She managed to shrug on the shirt that I was wearing last night before tornadoing down the stairs just now so I slip my hand beneath the hem and caress her lower back.

“Hunter, I–I–” she begins, stuttering wildly as she tries to catch her breath. She fans one of her hands in front of her face and shakes her head, apologetic and embarrassed.

“Whatever happened, I’ve got you,” I remind her, putting on my game-day face so that she knows that she’s fully backed and supported.

She nods her head quickly and then, without further delay, she whispers, “I got it.”

“Baby,” I murmur happily, and she giggles as she bites her bottom lip, shaking her beautiful fluffy hair as if she almost feels guilty. “I’m so freaking proud of you, Fallon. My sexy little cheerleader.”

Fallon throws her head back, giggling uncontrollably, and then my mouth is on hers as we stumble through the living area.

“So – fuckin’ – proud,” I growl, as her fingers tangle up in my hair and I rip my shirt clean off her body.

She’s trying to shove my suit pants down my legs with her feet, and it makes me smirk against her mouth because she did the same thing last night.

And we both know what ended up happening there.

“You like it when I wear a suit, huh?” I murmur with a grin.

The reason why only Fallon’s panties are dangling off the couch? Because when we came in last night and I flicked on a lamp, we ended up slow-kissing on the sofa until suddenly we weren’t. Fallon’s dress was around her waist, my suit pants were shoved halfway down my quads, and then Fallon was on her belly as I mounted her from behind, fully clothed.

Gripping Fallon’s hips in my palms as I pumped her from the back in a suit wasn’t something that either of us knew that we’d be into, but now that I know she likes it I can’t wait to do it again. Even better if she’s wearing another pair of thousand dollar heels that I couldn’t stop myself buying for her.

Maybe having her do another year at college won’t be so bad if we can at least have our weekends spent like this.

Then, once she finallygraduates, I’ll convince her to be my hot cheerleader live-in.

Is now the wrong time to talk to her about putting a rock on her finger?

Just as I slide my tongue inside her mouth Fallon makes a sweet little sound and whispers, “I love you so much.”

Oh God.I trip over the arm of the sofa, Fallon falls onto her back, and I rip open the top button on my pants as she giggles up at me.

“You can’t say that when I’m already excited, baby,” I pant. “I won’t be able to last.”

She gives me a naughty smile and says, “But you’re so good at making it up to me, over and over and over again.”

She’s got me there. I try to bite back my smirk as I pull the condoms out of my pants pocket. I keep one between my teeth as I toss the others onto the coffee table, and then I lower my body on top of Fallon’s, heat pulsing in my abdomen.

Fallon leans up and gently bites the other side of the wrapper, making my irises black out as I release my hold on it.

“Jesus Christ,” I murmur, as I gently pinch the foil between my fingers, easing it back so that Fallon can slowly tear it open. My chest pumps heavily as I slip the condom from her lips, discarding the wrapper on the floor and rolling the rubber down my length. I lean one arm over her head, gripping the sofa for extra leverage, before I knock her knees further apart and spank her heat with my rigid cock.

“I love you,” I grunt as I slowly slide it inside, groaning hard when she pulls me down so that she can reach me for kissing.

I kiss her back, slow and deep, wanting to take all of the time in the world with her.

It’s an early Friday morning but we’re going to treat it like a lazy Sunday.

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