Clementine
The soft, white hotel sheets were tangled around me. Falcon had been keeping the room so cold I didn’t know if I could handle it anymore. The suite had two king-size beds, and I had all the covers from both on my side of the bed. No lie.
He walked out of the bathroom after showering, still toweling off his wavy hair. All of the muscles in his body seemed to be flexing at that moment. It was a glorious sight to see, from his beautiful eyes and strong chin to the toned, defined muscles in his arms. My eyes followed the lines across his large, firm chest, down across his stomach to the prize between his legs, the manhood hanging there, begging me to take it and make it hard in my hands again.
“You’re not cold?” I asked him.
“No. I’m hot, baby,” he teased.
I could see the scar in his side where my brother had stabbed him. I had run my fingers and lips over it countless times since the wound had healed, but I still felt like I needed to apologize to his otherwise flawless body every time I saw it.
“Now, come on, get up. We’re going to be late,” he said as he turned away from me to shave in the mirror.
I wanted him to forget going to court today, just for one day, but I knew today was important. Today, they would read the verdict in my brother’s federal case.
We had a hotel suite for the trial because the prosecution had requested moving the trial away from Leo’s turf—the lawyer’s word. They had been concerned that by having the trial in his hometown, they were asking for trouble from any sympathizers or criminal partners. There was also the question of any rivals who might have been looking for an opportunity to sneak into the trial to start problems for him.
That last part humored me every day as I walked into the courtroom to sit with Falcon, one of Leo’s biggest rivals and the uncredited reason they had been able to bust him in the first place.
I knew getting him to skip the last day of the trial was virtually impossible, so I huffed and puffed and got out of bed to start getting ready.
“You know, today’s the day,” I said as I started the shower.
“I know, but just because it’s the last day of closing statements and all doesn’t mean they will be reading the verdict today. And even if they get that far, it doesn’t mean the judge will sentence him today. I’ve seen trials where the sentencing date was moved months back to give the judge some time to weigh everything before announcing the sentence. Then, again, I’ve been to trials where the judge had the sentence ready as soon as the verdict was read,” Falcon told me while he started getting dressed.
“Is it bad I don’t want today to be the last day?” I asked him. “I mean, I’ve enjoyed this room. It would be a shame to give it up so soon.”
“True, but you know, we don’t have to leave as soon as the trial is over,” he suggested.
“No, I guess not.”
We weren’t part of the trial. We weren’t witnesses. We just showed up and attended the trial basically as part of the audience and media circus that surrounded it. We knew we could have watched it on the news at Falcon’s new garage or at my print shop, but we decided to be there for the real thing when it went down.
Thomson had no trouble running Hell on Wheels, the motorcycle garage they had opened when it was time to get a new headquarters. The MC was no longer just Rogue Demons MC. Falcon tapped into my business degree a little bit and got me to help him establish Rogue Demons, LLC. They were a legitimate business entity now, no longer just a criminal organization on the street.
They ran the garage and a security firm. They provided event security, basically bouncers for clubs, concerts, charities, and anything else where muscle was needed to provide protection.
As for me, Falcon fronted me the money for the space and equipment I needed to get started at my print shop. He had helped me hire a crew and everything. Luther, from Rogue Demons, was my manager. He made sure operations ran smoothly whenever I couldn’t be there.
I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that all of Rogue Demons had given up their lives as one percenters, but it wasn’t the focus of the MC anymore, and that was all I had asked. I wanted him out of the life. I wanted out of the life. And I wanted us as far away from the likes of my brother as we could get.
Then, of course, we found ourselves in a hotel suite for the trial. We hadn’t missed a single day.
I came out of the shower to find Falcon standing in a suit and tie. He looked like a businessman. He had even ditched the vest every single day, but I could tell he was wearing it underneath his jacket.
“Why do you have on your vest?” I asked him as I dried off.
“I’m wearing it today because it’s the last day. It’s just symbolic, I think, of everything we went through to get here,” he explained.
“You’re not thinking about ditching the jacket and showing everyone who you really are today, are you?” I asked.
“No,” he assured me, shaking his head. “No, this is for me. This is for the guys. And it’s for everyone he lost because he was being stupid.”
I kissed him lightly on the cheek before grabbing my skirt suit from the closet. “You’re a good man, Falcon. But you’d better not drop that jacket to show everyone you’re a Rogue Demons in there today,” I warned him.
I could feel the warmth of his smile behind me. He didn’t have to say anything. I knew what he was thinking, and I also know there was nothing I could do about it if he decided to stand up and show his true colors.
In the courtroom, we sat near the front. Falcon was like an excited child going to see a movie that he’d been waiting on for months. This excited, jittery energy just radiated from him while we sat on the benches behind the defense box.
Leo’s defense, realizing there was little chance to beat the federal prosecutors, had focused on making the crimes seem less severe than they were. His operation had reached all across the board. They were going after him on conspiracy charges, money laundering, possession and distribution of large quantities of drugs, murder, and even human trafficking.
The defense pretty much admitted in their closing statements that there wasn’t much that could be done to defend Leo Richards. He had been supporting his family since he was young, and he had been forced into this life. Blah, blah, blah. I wasn’t sure what had happened to my brother’s money, but the same man who had paid off the prosecution to ignore evidence that could have saved Falcon’s ass in court was now stuck being defended by someone who had thrown in the towel.
It only took the jury about forty-five minutes to come back with a verdict. Even then, it had probably just taken forty-five minutes to assign a verdict to each charge since there were so many.
They declared him guilty on every charge, and the judge had the sentence ready to go. He told the court that the murder charge alone carried a life sentence. If Leo wanted to serve time for every charge he’d been found guilty of, he would have been in jail for several lifetimes. He declared that his sentences would run concurrently, leaving him essentially no room for appeals, because he would have to overturn every one of those verdicts to get out of jail in his lifetime. It was ridiculous.
And to make it even more ridiculous, I looked beside me to see that Falcon was standing in his vest as they took Leo out of the courtroom. Leo saw him, too, and his eyes widened until it looked like they were going to pop out of his head. He was dragged away with his jaw dragging on the floor. He was shocked.
I leaned in and hugged Falcon, and I heard Leo start shouting as they pulled him into the other room, outraged that we were still together.
We laughed about it all the way back to the hotel, where Falcon popped open a bottle of champagne to celebrate, but instead of drinking from glasses, we took turns pouring the champagne into each other’s mouths.
We forced each other out of our court clothes until he pushed me down onto the bed in just my panties and bra. His naked body straddled me as he poured champagne between my breasts and licked it off of me, slowly dragging his tongue across my skin.
He poured it into the hollow spot at the base of my neck and top of my chest and slowly slurped it up.
I arched my back and grabbed the sheets as he tore off my underwear, exposing my hardening pink nipples and the bare skin between my legs, aching and ready for him.
He drank some more from the bottle and picked up my legs. Then he pressed his head against my tight lips. I felt him trying to push into me, but I was still tight. No matter how many times we’d had sex, I had stayed perfectly tight for him.
I took one of his big, strong hands and sucked on his first two fingers, licking them with my tongue to get them wet. Then I pushed them down between my legs where he could spread open the tender folds of my delicate flesh, allowing his cock to slowly penetrate me.
I cried out and tilted my head back on the soft mattress as he stretched me around his shaft again. I felt every thick inch of it passing into me and then pulling out of me as he drove a little deeper into my wet core every time.
His head pressed against my front wall, rubbing against my g-spot every time he moved it. My body shook uncontrollably with pleasure and desire. I grabbed his massive shoulders and pulled him down onto me so I could feel the contours of his chest and stomach rub against me as he thrust harder and faster, deeper every time he pushed his hips into mine.
My thighs shook as I wrapped my legs around him. I grabbed him with one arm and held onto the headboard with the other.
“Oh God, Falcon!” I cried. He was ramming himself into me harder than he had before, punishing my tender flesh and pushing me over the edge of my ecstasy almost immediately.
“Yeah, baby, that’s how I like it,” he growled above me as my muscles flexed around him, clamping down on him and holding him inside me.
I rolled my hips against his, pressing my clit against his firm body as he pushed into me again and again and again. Soon, I could feel myself teetering over the edge as passion washed over me, roaring through my body to his.
Then, as my body tensed and released, tensed and released, with each wave of my orgasm, I felt him erupt inside of me.
“Yes,” I cried. “Yes, Falcon, yes. Make me yours, baby.” I wrapped both arms around him and closed my eyes as our bodies become one in that instant.
Eventually, our bodies collapsed, and I held him to me on the bed, not letting him out of me, not letting him off of me. I wanted to keep him like that forever.
“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.
“I love you, Clementine,” he said.
We weren’t going anywhere any time soon. We were partners in every way. In bed. In business. And in life.
He grabbed my hands with his and intertwined our fingers as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around me. I felt safer and more loved than ever in my life when I was with him.
“I’m never going to let you go,” he said in my ear as he pulled me closer to him, and I knew it to be true.
THE END