Falcon’s thumb stroked up and down my throat until my eyes fluttered closed.
Do something to me, I thought. Anything.
His lips landed softly at the corner of my mouth. “You are a beautiful man,” he murmured against my skin. My stomach tumbled with excitement at his words. “So responsive, so submissive… You have no idea how badly I want you. Your anger makes your cheeks pink.” He continued to press kisses to my jaw, using the hand on my throat to tilt my head however he wanted. “Your passion makes your eyes shine.” My dick needed more. I pressed harder against his leg. “And your desire makes you completely, utterly…” He pulled my shirt collar open to suckle on my collarbone. “Edible.”
I whimpered. I wanted him to own me. It was my weakness, I knew. Giving myself over to dominant, older men. But fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. And he’d had me tuned into him for far longer than I cared to admit.
The cat-and-mouse game we’d played for years had been a kind of foreplay because this heat, this power between us was stronger than anything that could come from such a short time knowing someone.
I tried to remember why I was angry with him, tried to remember that I was angry with him.
But then the warm skin of his palm slid under the back of my shirt and onto my back, and I forgot it all.
“Falcon,” I breathed into the top of his hair. It still smelled faintly of the soup we’d had for dinner and the fresh bread Mouse had made. “I want to come. I want… oh god, I want to come.”
He shushed me, his hands wandering down the back of my sleep pants while his mouth stayed focused on the tender skin of my throat. When his palms squeezed my ass, my dick jumped and my balls tightened. I was going to embarrass myself.
“It’s been a long time,” I admitted.
“How long?”
Falcon’s teeth nipped at the spot where my neck joined my shoulder. My T-shirt was beyond stretched out and probably damp from his mouth, but I didn’t care at all. He was lighting me up so much I didn’t feel the chill.
“Kingston,” he said.
“Huh?”
A warm chuckle vibrated against my skin. “How long has it been since someone’s had you? Since someone has been inside of you?”
His finger smoothed down between my ass cheeks and found the right spot, teasing it and pulling out a moan from deep in my belly.
“Too long.” I gasped as he tugged at the sensitive skin around my hole.
Falcon moved his hand away from my ass until both of his hands were under my shirt, roaming up toward my shoulder blades. “Come to bed.” His voice was hypnotic. “Come back to bed with me and let me have you, Kingston.”
It was so tempting. I wanted him, but I knew that if we moved into the light of the house, near the rest of his crew, he would turn back into the rule-following hard-ass he was the rest of the time. Whereas here, now, he was something else. Something wilder and freer.
“I don’t want to go back,” I admitted, burying my face into his chest and clutching at his sweatshirt to keep him from pulling away from me. I wanted to lose myself in his warmth, his strength. Pretend we weren’t who we really were.
“You’re freezing. I can’t let you stay out here any longer.”
I laughed. The concern for my welfare made me feel light and happy, but it also sounded like papa bear.
After tilting my head back up to meet his eyes, I teased him. “Let me?”
Falcon’s lips landed softly on the end of my nose. “Your nose is red,” he murmured. “Put this on.”
Instead of reaching for the hoodie he’d dropped on the bench, he peeled off his own and dropped it over my head before I realized what he was doing. Then he reached to put the cold one on himself.
The soft cotton felt warm and smelled like clean laundry mixed with the scent of his piney shaving cream. If I’d accidentally sniffed it earlier in the bathroom, it was because I’d mistaken it for my own, completely different-looking bottle.
I hugged the baggy top around me and enjoyed the immediate break from the cold night air. “Thank you.”
Once he had on the other one, he stepped back into me and put his arms around me. “I want you, King. But I’m sure as hell not going to beg. And I’m not going to have sex with you on the cold rocky ground either. We’re going back inside.”
He pulled back and clasped my hand. Our fingers automatically threaded together like we’d held hands a million times before. It felt strange to hold hands with a sexual conquest. It was such a boyfriend or lover thing to do.