“Alright, then, what are we looking at in terms of blowback?” Razor asks this question. I look at Ruger, His wheels are already spinning on how to strengthen our security. The club has seen enough bloodshed to last us a fucking lifetime.
“If the Davis’ figure out that we have Fallon here with us, they may play up that she’s missing and use that as a cover-up of the fact that dear old daddy and his son have been embezzling money. Nothing has come to light yet. Russell seems to think they want Fallon with them to shine some kind of light on her father being a former Army Ranger and publicize that aspect in case shit goes down.”
“Which now that the club attorney is representing Fallon in her divorce case, they’ll figure that out rather quickly,” Rage states.
“Yep,” I agree.
“Okay, so here’s what were doin’. You all got two days until lockdown starts. You know the drill, If your house is on club property, you’re good. If not, pack a bag or two because here is where you’re staying,” Shovel announces, tapping the gavel on the desk and letting everyone know that it’s final.
There weren’t many grumblings about us going into lockdown again, thankfully. I know it’s hard on the guys and their wives. Freedom is what being in the club is about. Maybe one day, it’ll be smooth fucking sailing, I’m not seeing that happen right now, though.
“Hey, Shovel, Razor, mind if I pick your brains for a minute?” I ask once all the brothers take their leave. I already know Rage is going to go fuck with Fallon. He’s somehow taken over the big brother aspect in that friendship, and she lives for it.
“Sure, what’s up?” Razor asks. Shovel sits back in his seat, hands clasped together.
“I gotta talk to Monroe, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be putting the house in town up for sale. Also stepping down at the hospital.”
“About fuckin’ time. Don’t give a single shit that it took this long, but you belong here, brother. You make more than enough from the club. I’m guessing your patch of land is gonna be put to good use like Cannon’s?” Shovel has a shit-eatin’ grin on his face.
“Yep, figuring Fallon is already settled in here. Already claimed her. Russell and Charleigh know my intentions, so it’s about time. The money was never an issue, just wanted to give Monroe normalcy when she went to school. Now it’s time I start living, and that includes Fallon.” She and I spent long enough dancing around one another while I used every excuse under the sun to be at the diner when she was working, biding my time. We are both tired of waiting.
“Happy for you, brother. Sure as fuck know the other women will be happy to have more estrogen in the fold,” Razor jokes. I shake my head, surprised he even knows what that means.
“Thanks. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an Ol’ Lady to attend to.” I leave the two chuckling like loons. I know if Persephone or Raven were around, they’d be making their own jokes about the pair.
Eleven
Fallon
When a man denies you because, duh, you’re healing but you’re not dead, sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands, which was what I’ve been trying to do, to no avail. Seriously. You would think walking around naked, my hand snaking down the front of his chest, sliding under his boxers until I had his throbbing hard cock in my hands would help the process. It didn’t. Even through the loud moans in the shower, Cole held firm.
That’s why when Rage came to say hello, giving me the clue that Church was over, I chatted for a few minutes and put my plan to work. Surely, this time it will. I’m lying on my back, pillows propped up behind me, naked as the day I was born, hair tousled, tendrils wrapped beside my pebbled nipples, one hand cupping my breast, a thumb gliding over the tip, working my body into a frenzy already imagining what it will be like to have Cole here with me. My hand skates a path down the middle of my body, fingertips lightly grazing my skin that’s covered in goose bumps. The way my body arches up in response to what I’m doing to myself would only heighten if Cole were actually the one doing it, his body hovering over mine, his thick cock sliding back and forth between the lips of my pussy, soaking him along the way. That thought has me planting my feet on the mattress, my pointer and middle fingers strumming my clit, one finger working it while the other slips down further, gathering the wetness to make it feel ten times better.
“Cole.” My head tips back, eyes slamming shut. The way his name trembles from lips has me all too aware that if he does this to me when he’s not even in the room, he’s going to consume me when he finally takes my body. Thoughts of how he’ll fuck me the first time invade my mind. Will it be with him between my spread thighs, legs propped up on his elbows? Maybe when he’ll be taking me while we’re both on our sides, my thigh propped up by his as he fucks me from behind. Or the position that’s been invading my dreams weekly if not nightly. The one where I’m bent over, whether it be the bed, the dresser, the wall, it doesn’t matter. Cole is behind me, his fingers gripping the curves of my hips tightly, sweat dripping off him and onto me, those powerful thighs of his working his cock in and out of my pussy, my back bowed, body moving to the perfect rhythm he’s created for us.