Such a good girl.
I spread her folds and dive in, sucking and licking, building her up over and over until her breathing halts and she screams out my name. Her juices cover my mouth and chin, but I don't care. I take everything she gives me.
"So fucking perfect, Fallon."
Standing, I cup her face and slip my tongue between her lips so she can taste her sweetness. I quickly help her clean up and pull on her jeans.
"Do you think they're going to know what we were doing in here?" she asks.
I smirk without apology. "The whole bar heard you."
"Levi, you're joking." She looks horrified.
"I welcome it. At least they’ll know you’re mine." I shrug, unlocking the door.
"Oh my God." She palms her face. "They're going to think I'm an unethical journalist."
"Nah, but they might think you’re paying me top dollar for sex."
She playfully smacks my arm, but I catch her wrist and pull her body to mine. Brushing loose strands of her dark hair off her face, I hold her. "I guess you should've been more careful whose house you broke into and, more importantly, whose bed you picked. Because now I've claimed you, Fallon Joy."
CHAPTERTWENTY
FALLON
DAY 14
I wakeup with Levi’s cock pressing into my back, and there’s no way that I can deny myself of him. We’re greedy, animalistic, and fuck like the world will end tomorrow. If it did, I’d die a happy woman.
We lie in each other’s arms, completely satiated, but we can’t hide in bed all day. After Levi gets up and jumps in the shower, Dasher flies onto the bed and attacks me with licks.
“Oh my God,” I say, trying to push him away, but he’s too heavy. His tail wags, slapping against me, and I can’t stop laughing as he nearly topples me. He plops down, and his cold nose brushes against my arm.
When he looks up at me with his brown eyes, I gently pet him. “Are you glad you get to annoy me for two more weeks?” I ask, with a laugh. I’m not naïve and know this time will fly by too.
My heart lurches forward when I think about it. Levi’s company during this time of year has been my saving grace, and I can’t imagine spending these two weeks holed up in my tiny apartment alone. That actually sounds awful. However, it’s what past Fallon wanted. So much has changed.
I swallow hard, thinking about everything between Levi and me. That’s when I realize I’m fiddling with my mom’s necklace. I look down at it, noticing the clasp is facing forward, and smile. Making a wish, I give it a kiss and move it to the back. It’s a silly thing my sister and I used to do when we were kids. She used to tell me that every time it was backward, Mom was sending anI love you and a hellofrom heaven. The thought of it always comforted me.
After I crawl out of bed to get dressed, Dasher resettles himself in the middle of the mattress. I put on my heaviest sweater, jeans, and boots since we’ll be outside enjoying the festival. The day I’ve been counting down to for weeks.
When Levi walks into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, I bite the corner of my lip. He takes a few steps forward, and I trail my finger down his chest and tug on the material.
“Don’t start something you won’t be able to finish, babe,” he says, and I pout, knowing we have to get going.
“I’m taking a rain check on that cock,” I whisper as he slides his lips across mine.
“I look forward to it.”
As he gets dressed, I take Dasher outside and let him run out some of his energy. Then I give myself a pep talk, trying to turn on the journalist inside me because I’ll have to be on my A game today. Especially now that everyone in town knows my name and why I’m here, but I also told Levi I’d be his date.
After Dasher is finished, we go inside, and Levi is making coffee.
“I thought we could eat there,” he suggests. “There are lots of options and Lucy told me there is a gluten-free food truck there this year.”
“Really? That’s actually cool. I usually go for the mystery meat on the stick. It’s the safest option.”
Levi fills a small travel mug, then hands it to me. “Ready to get going?”