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My arm around his waist tightens.With my free hand I grab hold of his wrist, wrapping my fingers around the place where that cuff used to be.“I thought we already established that you belong to me now.”
A startled-sounding breath rushes out of his mouth.Then he gets a sexy-looking crimson stain crawling across his bare throat.
“I didn’t—” He glances around.There’s nobody near us in the hall, but I guess he wants to be extra sure, because he pushes open a nearby door and ushers me through.He doesn’t speak again until it’s closed.“I didn’t know if that was serious.All that stuff you said, I figured it was heat-of-the-moment stuff.We’d been attacked downtown.There was…adrenaline flowing.”
Fallon’s uncertainty slices deep into my gut.I didn’t do a good enough job of letting him know how I feel, so it’s time to do that now.
The room we’re in has a distinct man-cave vibe.A leather sofa takes up most of one wall, blackout shades are pulled across the window, and the main piece of furniture is a giant console with a flat-screen mounted in the center.A battered desk sits off to one side under the window.
“Wait.Where’s Bruiser?”I’m only now realizing Fallon’s no longer holding a puppy.
“Gina carried him off to introduce him to her boss’s chiweenie, whatever that is.Don’t worry, she’ll take good care of him.Probably spoil him rotten, but he’ll be in good hands.”
“Good.’Cause I want you to be in my hands.”I thread my fingers into his hair and tug, pulling his face down to mine.
He shaved before we came, but I can still feel the slightest hint of roughness against my face.Not to mention, holy fuck does he smell good.Whatever aftershave he’s wearing, I want to fucking bathe in it.
I kiss him like I need him, which I’m pretty sure I do.There’s been a persistent sort of pain in my chest ever since I came upon Fallon looking at that photo in the hallway.Not that I begrudge him the happiness in his life before he met me, but part of me worries he’ll never truly be mine.
Because he still loves Marina.Because she had him first.I picture that hand of hers on his arm.Is the ghost of her still trying to cling on?
Guess I’ll have to keep showing him who he belongs to.Until he understands.Until heknows.
“What are we doing right now?”he murmurs against my mouth.
“Isn’t it obvious, baby?I’m going to bend you over the arm of your brother’s shiny, spotless sofa and make you beg until you remember you’re mine now.”
“PJ—”
I cut him off with another kiss before turning around to lock the door.Don’t want someone barging in and getting a shot of my pale full moon.
Fallon raises an eyebrow.“You know, Wes has a key to that door.”
“Then we’d better hurry.You want to get naked, or should I just shove your pants down around your ankles?”
We stand there for a few seconds, my fingers teasing at the hem of Fallon’s shirt, sliding underneath to touch his skin.I finger the button of his khakis, dying to pull them off, but waiting.The idea that maybe Wes might walk in here only turns me on more.It’d serve him right for trying to get me away from Fallon.
Just as I’m starting to worry I’ve pushed things too far, Fallon undoes his fly and shoves his pants to the ground.Then he turns around and braces himself on the arm of Wes’s couch.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
“Your ass is so pretty.”Even though we’re pressed for time, I can’t help but take a moment to slide my palm over his smooth skin.He’s darker than I am, kind of an olive complexion, where I could pass for a freckled vampire, but I like the way my fingers stand out on his skin.Even better when I bring my hand back to slap his ass, and the redness of my handprint remains.
Fallon releases a quiet grunt.Not sure if it’s pain or pleasure.Is it fucked if I like the sound either way?
“Fuck yes.Looks even better with a handprint.Did you like that, baby?”
He squeezes his eyes shut and nods.“You know I do.”
I loosen my zipper and slide my pants down, rubbing along his crease until I can tell he’s good and worked up.Then I push my hand between his shoulder blades, forcing his chest against the arm of the sofa and his ass even higher.After the last time, I realized the way he’s almost presenting himself to me makes me the good kind of crazy.
“You look so good like that.I want to stare at you until it’s burned into my brain.You know what else I like, baby?”
A loud, wet swallow meets my ears.“What do you like, PJ?”
“I liked it when you called me Keeper.Especially while we were fucking.Turns me on like nothing else.I want you to call me your Keeper all the time.And I want you to tell me exactly what you like when I do it to you.”
He nods again.“Okay.”
