Page 9 of Falling for Fallon

Chapter Five

Fallon leaned herforehead against the cool marble shower wall and barely resisted the urge to thump her head with enough force to restart her damned brain.What the hell was she thinking, stripping in front of two men she’d only just met?Good God, she’d finally found the courage to leave a man who’d made her life hell for a year.He’d badgered her about everything, from dissecting her relationship with her deceased parents to pressuring her to move in with him.The final straw had been walking in on Hagan and a female coworker in Fallon’s bed.

Her ex badgered her for months about a ménage, but Fallon wasn’t interested in sharing a man with another woman.The steamy romance novels she read, where two men focused on the pleasure of a single woman, made her long to see if reality was as hot as her fantasies.Although if Hagan had suggested sharing her with one of his male friends, she probably would have turned him down—simply because the longer they dated, the less attractive she found him.The few times he’d kissed her, Fallon was disappointed her body hadn’t lit up the way she’d read about in books.In the time they’d dated, Fallon hadn’t had a single orgasm aside from her trusty BOB.Shaking her head, she pushed away from the wall and began shampooing her hair.

“How pathetic do you have to be to spend an entire year dating a loser who can’t even give you a damned orgasm with his fingers?I’ll bet he couldn’t make a woman come if he had a magic wand.”Expelling the breath she didn’t realize she was holding, Fallon rinsed and conditioned her hair.

Looking around, she tried to take in the opulence surrounding her, overwhelmed by the West’s hospitality.They’d stocked the shower with the perfect scent for her.The white tea and sage, with undertones hinting at fresh citrus, helped clear her head and infused her with enough energy to get through the rest of the night.

“You can do this, Fallon.Be brave and enjoy the moment.They said they wanted to help, and if Lilly West says you can trust the men at the club, you need to listen to her.”Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Fallon shut off the water and toweled the water out of her hair.“And for fuck’s sake—stop talking to yourself before the men in white coats show up and haul off your crazy ass.”

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Silas was gratefulFallon hadn’t noticed they’d left the bathroom door open and couldn’t hold back his smile when he heard her ex had been a lousy partner.

“It doesn’t sound like it will be difficult to improve on her previous sexual experience.”Carson’s droll sense of humor was often difficult to interpret because he was damned good at masking his emotions, but this time, the gleam in his eyes was easy to read.

“We need to tread carefully.She is trying to talk herself into being brave, which isn’t the same as feeling empowered and safe.”Silas didn’t want her to be theirs only for a night of experimentation.Hell, he wanted to skip the damned club tonight and spend the night locked in the apartment, learning everything he could about Fallon Foster.He wanted to know about her childhood, her favorite flower, what foods she loves, and make certain she understood her battery-operated boyfriend was no longer an option.

Silas would make it his personal mission to give Fallon everything she could hope for and more.He wanted her to experience the ecstasy of an orgasm so off the charts, it obliterated everything from her mind but the bone-melting pleasure.They hadn’t invented a vibrator that could compare to what he and Carson could give her.

“She’s interested in the lifestyle and ménage, although I’m not sure she is ready to admit it yet.Let’s see how she does downstairs and take our cues from her reactions.”When they heard the shower shut off, Carson and Silas stepped closer to the door in case Fallon called out for something they’d forgotten to set out.Lowering his voice, Carson added, “She’s ours.Don’t ask me how I know—I just do.”

Silas wasn’t surprised to hear Carson was interested in Fallon—hell,thatwas easy to see.It was out of character for Carson to look beyond one night of play and even more unusual for him to opt for caution when dealing with a sub.

Fallon hesitantly stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a towel, and Silas swore the earth stopped spinning for the few seconds it took his brain to reset.Barely tanned skin, unblemished by years of exposure to the harsh rays of the sun, spanned her slender arms and legs.He couldn’t wait to feel her wrap herself around him like a second skin.He’d known her dark hair was long, but seeing the wet waves tumbling down her back, it was even longer than he’d guessed.It would be a pleasure to plait her hair before play sessions.All the pieces of her beauty were amazing in themselves, but the total was breathtaking.

When Fallon finally lifted her gaze to theirs, Silas heard Carson’s quick intake of breath.He’d noticed the striking color of her eyes when they met on the side of the road, but in this light, they were truly remarkable.The icy blue color made him think of clear mountain lakes reflecting warm summer skies.Now their color was deeper, and for the first time, Silas understood what his mother meant when she’d referred to something as electric blue.It always seemed like the strangest combination of words, but the meaning was suddenly crystal clear.

“Umm, I forgot to get the clothes you said the Wests left for me.”

Knowing Kent and Kyle, Silas doubted whatever they’d left would be what anyone outside the lifestyle would considerclothes.If Fallon was expecting something that would cover more than the barest essentials, she was in for a big surprise.Carson stepped into the closet, returning immediately with a black dress on a padded hanger.From a distance, it looked like any other cocktail dress, but Silas had seen Tobi wear something similar a few months ago and knew better.

“Where’s the rest of it?That’s much too short.I mean… really, they can’t expect me to wear that in public.Yikes, it will barely cover my ass…ets.”She was already blushing and hadn’t even tried the dress on.

Silas smiled to himself—short was going to be the least of her worries.

“Drop the towel and put your hands up, Cher.”There was no question Carson’s instructions had been a command, but the rough tone of his voice was laced with heated desire.

Silas watched Fallon’s expression, noting the shift from what was likely an internal battle between her head and her heart.It was the same struggle he knew many submissives fought until their minds understood the pleasure found in letting go.

“I can dress myself.I’ve been doing it for a long time.I’ll just take that, and…” She reached for the hanger, but Carson moved it out of her reach.“Well, damn.Seriously?You’re going to make me dress in front of the two of you?”

“No.I’m going to put this dress over your head, then Silas will braid your hair.”

Silas wasn’t surprised Carson had picked up on his interest in Fallon’s hair.It had often been a ritual with the subs they played with when Silas wanted their hair bound.He didn’t want it hiding their faces or accidentally getting caught in equipment or toys.

Fallon only hesitated a moment before dropping the towel and raising her hands over her head.It was her reaction to seeing herself in the dress that had Silas biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

“Holy Mother of God.You can see through it.The whole fucking thing is sheer.”The crack of Carson’s palm against Fallon’s almost bare ass echoed through the room, drawing a squeak from her.“What the heck was that for?Don’t tell me you are offended by the f-word because I’m not falling for that… not even a little.Didn’t you say you were a computer guru?That means you must have spent some time in college.Anybody who attends more than a semester has been desensitized to the word fuck.”Carson’s hand landed on her other ass cheek so quickly, she didn’t have time to move out of the way.“What the holy heck is your problem?”

Silas had to give Carson credit.He’d wound her up enough, she’d forgotten all about her earlier issues with the dress.

“My problem is your inappropriate use of the word fuck.If you were to say, ‘Sir, would you please fuck me?’for example, I’d have no complaint whatsoever with your use of the term.”This time, Silas found it impossible to hold back his smile.If Fallon’s glare suddenly turned deadly, Carson would be toast.

“You are joking, right?Why would I ask you to… ummm?”

“See?This is precisely the issue.You hesitate to use the term properly yet had no issue blurting it out as an expletive.”At Carson’s response, Fallon turned to Silas.

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