Page 8 of Falling for Fallon

“Kent and Kyle delight in assigning clothing when they feel a sub has opted to play it too safe.They make sure the forum shops keep their supply closet well stocked.”

“You mean they make employees wear what they give them if they don’t like what they are wearing?That seems… well, it seems a lot of things, but in the interest of expediency, I’ll go with highhanded.”Fallon wasn’t surprised when both men laughed.Hell, even as she’d spoken the words, she was embarrassed to admit how lame her outrage sounded.

“Dominants considerhighhandeda compliment, sweetheart.”

“In most cases, it’s an understatement.”For the first time, Fallon wondered if there was a sense of humor lurking under Carson’s stern exterior.“Your clothing for this evening is already taken care of, and we’ll make certain you are sorted for the next few days.”

“Sorted?What exactly does that mean?And how the hell could anyone pick out something for me to wear when no one here has ever seen me?”Without thinking, Fallon unfastened her jeans and slid them to the floor, kicking them in the general direction of her discarded shirt.

“Christ in heaven, woman, you are fucking gorgeous.”

Silas’s whispered words sounded reverent, and her body heated in response.The tiny scrape of sheer fabric covering her bare mound would reveal every inch of what her mother always referred to as pink bits.If she was inclined to hide, it wouldn’t do any good to turn around since she was wearing a thong.

“Typically, I’m not a fan of panties, but fuck me, you’re well on your way to converting me.”

“Turn around, Cher.I want to see if the back is as spectacular as the front.”Carson’s gaze moved slowly up her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Their obvious appreciation fueled her courage.Turning slowly, she heard a low whistle come from where Carson stood.Hooking her fingers in the elastic at her sides, Fallon slid the garment down her thighs.Bending at the waist, she pushed them all the way to the floor, then hooked the piece of silk with a toe, sending the panties sailing atop her jeans as she stood and walked into the bathroom.Fallon couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt as confident as she did hearing Carson’s soft whistle.

“Hell, I’m going to need more time to decide which view I like more—that thin bit of lace bisecting her ass cheeks or those pink pussy lips begging for attention—but I know one thing.Thatis a world-class ass.”

*

Carson took adeep breath before following Fallon into the bathroom.Giving her a quick lesson in the shower’s complicated control panel, he chuckled when she let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Why must people make things so complicated?Good grief.It’s just a shower, for Pete’s sake.Step in, get clean, step out.Simple.”

“This shower was designed for water sports, and I’m not talking about anything you’d see on ESPN.”Carson caught a fleeting glimpse of her blush before she turned away, feigning interest in the recently remodeled marble wall at the back of the large enclosure.He’d sat in on the design meeting for the shower and installed the controls for the multiple showerheads.He hadn’t questioned the size of the shower because he’d understood what the Wests had in mind.

“You realize this space is bigger than my living room in New York, right?You could have a party in here.”He watched her eyes widen as realization dawned.“Oh, damn, I feel like a dork.I don’t know why I thought reading about kink would adequately prepare me for the reality of everything involved.Everybody is going to know I’m a newbie, aren’t they?This is going to be embarrassing.I just wanted to serve drinks and keep my head down until the paperwork for my license was completed.”By the time she took a deep breath, Carson and Silas had already moved to flank her.

“We don’t know what prompted you to move, Fallon, but we’re looking forward to hearing your story.For now, let us help you adjust and enjoy your company.”Carson wanted her to know they were there to help without smothering her.Typically, Silas was considered more charming, but there was something about Fallon that seemed to call to Carson’s softer side.Hell, there were subs at Prairie Winds who would be shocked to hear he had a gentler side.

“My story isn’t very interesting… unless you have an affinity for naïve women who seem capable of brilliantly ignoring every imaginable red flag in a relationship.”Fallon sucked in a deep breath, the effect making her appear exhausted and defeated.“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to shower.”

Carson noticed the chill bumps racing over the surface of her exposed skin and wanted to kick himself for not getting her under the warm water sooner.

“We’ll be right outside the door if you need anything, Cher.Don’t hesitate to call out if you start feeling off-kilter.When you aren’t used to the intensity of Texas heat, the effects can sneak up on you.”Carson wondered if her flushed cheeks were from the heat exhaustion or arousal.When the Wests asked him to act as the new bartender’s tour guide, Carson had been less than thrilled.His reluctance evaporated when he realized the beauty they’d found along the road was their charge for the evening.His gaze connected with hers, and the world shifted on its axis.

Carson knew from Silas’s body language, he was also interested in Fallon.Fucking hell, was it possible?Had they finally found the woman they’d been looking for?There had been times, Carson wondered if they were holding out for someone who didn’t exist.Silas always assured him she was out there waiting for the two of them to show up.

“She’s probably wondering where we are and what the hell is taking us so long.I understand your concern.I’m worried she will give up and settle for something that will always feel inadequate.I can’t imagine anything worse than feeling as though there is more—something else just beyond your reach—but you aren’t sure it’s real and have no idea how to reach it.”

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