Page 57 of Fall Into Me

“I know, baby.” His voice was rough, his grip on my hip tightened, and the pressure on my stomach increased. “I want to feel you come, Calista. I want to feel the way you squeeze my cock. Let me feel it.Please.” The hand on my stomach moved to my clit, where he rubbed hard, fast circles.

My back arched off the kitchen counter, and stars took over my vision. I might have even passed out.

It was small, delicate kisses up my stomach and a teasing lick over my nipple that settled me back into my body. My heart was still thrumming, and for all the pleasure he’d just injected into my body, one look at Fane had me ready to jump his bones again.

He was so classically handsome with this rugged edge. He would look exquisite in a suit in a boardroom or on the back of a horse in a pair of faded blue jeans and a cowboy hat.

“We’re going to need to sanitize this counter,” I murmured, reveling in the way it felt to have him laugh into the skin of my neck.

He pulled back and stunned me stupid with the look on his face, like even though I told him he was actively making my dreams come true, Iwashis dream come true.

That’s how Fane looked at me.

“Welcome home, baby,” he murmured.

I blinked rapidly, trying to swallow back the emotion clogging in my throat. Of being able to sit in the knowledge thatthis was the first home of many we might have, and I would get to keep Fane Mackenzie for the rest of my life.

19

Fane

After

“I don’t understand your obsession with that stupid town.” A voice that sounded a lot like Cali’s sister crackled under the door, waking me up.

“You don’t need to understand it.” There was a lack of bite in Cali’s voice that told me everything I needed to know about how many versions of this conversation there had been before this particular rendition.

“I don’t know why you called me about it then.”

“I called you.” Cali released a grunting noise that made me rub my eyes in an effort to really wake up and focus on what the fuck was happening. “Because you’re my sister, and I thought maybe I could…talk to you.”

“You talk to me all the time, Calista.”

“We hardly talk anymore. But you are right, when we do,Italk toyou.” Another grunt. “And you usually say nothing at all and then hang up because something comes up.”

It was silent for a beat. “I just don’t understand your fixation with Darling.”

“It’s our home, Abbey.” There was no hiding the hurt in Cali’s voice that time, and I had the sudden urge to scream at her sister. The entire interaction didn’t make any sense to me. Cali had always been close with her sister. More than close. They were practically inseparable.

“No, it’s not. It’s where we grew up, but it’s not my home. What I have here, in Artington—this is my home. The job I have here, my friends, my hobbies, my apartment. I have more than just Darling.” Abbey sounded defensive, like she was trying to prove a point from a completely different argument.

I realized I was doing my best not to breathe after Abbey’s voice cut off. Realized my chest was aching for an entirely different reason than lack of air when Cali did.

“Well,” she said, voice breaking. “AllI have is Darling.”

“Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later, okay?” Abbey didn’t even wait for Cali to reply before the line cut out, and the entire house plummeted into silence.

I swung my legs off the bed and reached for my pants before walking out of Cali’s bedroom to find her…well, she was standing on the kitchen counter.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to silently walk up behind her, but I did it anyway.

“What are you doing?” My voice was still thick with sleep.

Any trace amounts of wanting to go back to bed were immediately eradicated from my system at the ear-piercing scream Cali vaulted into the air a second before she lost her footing and went flying backward.

I caught her with an arm around her back and under her legs. Still completely clueless as to why she was standing on the counter of her kitchen to begin with.

“God, you’reeverywhere.” She looked as pissed off as she sounded.

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