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“Keeper.”Fallon dips his head and kisses me.I slide my tongue into his mouth as the water washes over us, focusing for a second on the slide of his skin against mine.I like that Fallon’s not trying to say anything comforting, not trying to make things better.
He knows.
I clear my throat.“In one of my first foster homes, there was this guy who had future sex offender written all over him.Kept harassing one of the younger girls.She’d tell the foster parents, they’d punish him.Then he’d make things even worse to punish her for telling on him.I started guarding her door at night.We fought when he tried to get into her room, and I pushed him over the banister that led to the second floor.Didn’t expect it to kill him, but there was a table in the great room below.Wrought iron and glass.Went right through.”Using my finger, I follow a rivulet of water from his temple down to his chin.“Now you know my secrets too.”
When Fallon kisses me again, I can feel him shaking against me, or maybe I’m the one who’s shaking.After both of us running all the way from the old factory and the shock of Fallon telling me that yes, his evil, bully dead brother-in-law is alive after all, we’re both barely keeping it together.
But where I expect a sleepy kiss and then we get out of the shower to dry off, instead I get an unexpectedly aggressive Fallon.His hand slides down my body, cupping my erection before sliding his wet hands up and down my length, making me gasp.His wet fingers tease my balls, and then they continue on, rubbing the skin behind them and sliding toward my asshole.
“What are you doing right now?”I murmur against his lips.
“I need you,” he whispers.
“You’ve got me, baby.You’ve always got me.”
He straightens his spine.“Would you let me top you?”
I mean, I’ve thought about it before.Still, I’m surprised by the shot of lust that goes through me.
“Is that what you need, baby?”I gaze into Fallon’s face, amber eyes framed by wet lashes.
“Yes.”Fallon’s jaw is set.He’s decided.
The look on his face is something I’ve only seen glimpses of before.His eyes brighten.His shoulders go back.I drag my gaze up his wet, naked body.From his well-manicured toes to his solid legs to his hard cock, which I only get a glimpse of before he wraps the towel around his waist.
“I’d give you anything you asked for if it made you happy,” I tell him.
“Come here, then.”
One step and then another.I press against his shaking body.“You need to be the one in charge, don’t you, baby?After what happened tonight?I understand.Here’s the big secret, Fallon.You’re always the one in charge with me.”
His gaze sharpens.Greedy.Excited.
I reach into the medicine cabinet and pull out the lube.“Let’s go, then.Just do me a favor, and don’t tear me up, huh?”His cock is hard and fat, jutting from between his legs.“That’s kind of a monster you’ve got there.”
I think I get it, why he needs to dominate me right now.Everything he thought he knew got turned on its head tonight.If I can give him something back, it’s what I’ll do.
He can’t walk up to Eric Leslie and try to kill him again without risking being the one who goes down, but he can hurt me.It’ll help, I think.
I grab Fallon’s hand and walk him backward into my bedroom.“Come on then, baby.Make it hurt.”
Next thing I know, I’m landing backward on the mattress.Fallon looks at once calm and also a little bit giddy.I haven’t seen him this way before, but I’m here for it.
“Safe word?”
“Pancakes.”When he raises his eyebrow, I give him a grin.“You don’t mind if I borrow it tonight, do you, baby?”
“It’s all yours.”Definitely pleased.Good.
He reaches down and scrapes his fingertips over my nipples, and then he starts pinching, harder and harder until my back bows off the bed and I can’t stop myself from shouting out.Should’ve seen this coming when I said I wanted him to hurt me.
Not that I’m sorry.Definitely, definitely not sorry.
Each pinch gives way to a burning heat, a sizzle that seems to go straight through my brain, my bloodstream, my nerve endings, and all the way down to my dick and balls.I thrust my hips up, seeking the same attention there, but Fallon climbs onto my legs, straddling my upper thighs and pinning me in place.
“Patience, Keeper,” he growls.As he leans down to take my nipple into his mouth, as he bites until there’s a searing pain that makes me hiss, and then runs his tongue over the swollen nubs, repeating the process until the pain blends into the pleasure.This is going to be one hell of a rollercoaster.
At some point I start begging.Begging him to stop, begging him to let me move, begging him to let go of the iron grip his hands have on my wrists so I can touch him or myself, for fuck’s sake.He’s giving me enough to drive me mad, gently sliding his hard cock against mine and pulling back every time I try to thrust against him.
