Chapter Nineteen

Falling Part II

Juliana

“Condom,” I cry. “Dammit, Garrett.”

“So fucking glad.” He stops and pulls us away from the door. “I didn’t use one then. So fucking glad.”

I try to unwrap my legs from him, to pull away from the exquisite feeling that is Garrett Falcon raw.

He catches one of my legs. “How flexible are you, Juliana?” Before I have a chance to answer, he pulls one leg up onto his shoulder, and then the next. “Gotta eat that pussy. Got to.” He pulls me up then splits me open with his tongue, plunging it inside of me.

“Oh, God,” I cry as he licks me slowly, moaning like he can’t get enough while my entire body heats up.

He licks me up and down again, avoiding my clit. I thrust against him on the upward movement and his tongue connects with it, causing electrical currents of pleasure to rock my core. And like an exploding firework on the Fourth of July, my entire body feels its affect.

“Yes. Oh, yes,” I whimper.

“Mmm,” he hums, sucking on my pussy lips, which makes me cry out from a different kind of pleasure.

“So good,” I cry when his tongue splits me again, only this time, it’s not slow. It’s quick. Before I can thrust, he sucks on my clit hard and I come. I come hard, fast, and so fucking good. So good.

He slides me down his body, arms under my knees. “Fucking put it in that pussy, baby. I want inside so fucking bad.”

I reach between us and rub his massive cock, one that spoiled me for all other men, against my hypersensitive skin. The feel of his piercing drives me insane, so I do it again.

He thrusts inside. “Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” he groans. “So fucking hot. So fucking wet.”

“So good, soooo...” I dig my nails into his shoulders, and my head falls back. “I’m gonna come. Damn you. Damn you.”

His thrusts become deeper, harder.

“Love. You,” he hisses.

“Never stopped,” he groans.

“No one else,” he grunts.

“Fucking forever,” he growls.

“Gonna fill you,” he warns.

“No, dammit, no.” I try to push away as he carries me, baring his teeth, into the bedroom and drops me on the bed.

“All fours,” he demands.

“Condom,” I beg.

“Fuck,” he snaps and walks out the door.

When he walks back in, I see it in his hand.

“All fours, Juliana. I wanna watch that ass when I fuck you.”

“Condom,” I pant as I roll over.

He leans over me and kisses the back of my neck as he puts the condom on. Then he rubs his cock up and down my opening. I still feel his piercing through the condom. I love it. Love it so damn much.

Love that he did that to himself, not wanting anyone but me.

He thrusts in fully, gripping my ass and spreading it wide.

“Sexiest fucking ass I’ve ever seen. Whose ass is it, Juliana?”

“Mine,” I moan.

He grips tighter. “Wrong fucking answer. It’s mine.”

“Yes,” I pant. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”

He slams into me over and over again. “Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!” I cry.

“Fucking right it is.” He circles his arms around my waist and begins rubbing my clit as he fucks me harder and harder.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna...Oh, God,” I cry as yet another orgasm rocks through me.

He leans over me, fucking me deeper, harder, faster as he grabs my tit.

“Whose tits are these?” He squeezes one hard and tugs on my nipple.

“Yours, yours...Oh, God, yours,” I cry.

He pushes me down until I am fully on my front and pulls out.

“No, no, please no.”

He pushes my legs together and straddles them. I feel him pushing into me like this.

“Oh, yes. Oh, yes, please,” I beg. “Please.”

“Roll over, Juliana,” he instructs. “Gonna come in your mouth. I want you to swallow every fucking bit of my cum.”

I roll over to find the condom is now off. I lean over to take him in my mouth.

“Gonna fuck your face.”

I nod as I open and take him.

As promised, he fucks my face, telling me over and over that he loves me.

When he comes, I swallow the first burst of liquid heat, then the second, the third, and the fourth.

“Fucking perfect. So fucking perfect,” he groans out, looking down at me, my hair fisted in his hand. “Love you so goddamn much.”

I lick him up and down, and around and around slowly.

“That’s my girl. My first love. My only fucking love. Always mine. Forever mine.”

His praises, the way his eyes look at me, the love I feel, the adoration while giving him head, is unbelievable.

I lick him until my mouth is sore. Then I lie back and look up at him.

“Gonna fuck you again,” he promises, looking down at his growing cock then back at me. “Gonna fuck you until you remember you love me.”

“Garrett...” I sigh.

“No, Juliana. Everything you did was for me. Every scar you have because of me, I’ll erase them, wear them myself. Every fucking minute you spent missing me, even though I spent as many missing you, I’m gonna make it up to you.”

I close my eyes and swallow down the tears building caused by his words, ones he believes to be true. I can see it in his eyes, just like the night he pushed me away.

I turn my head to the side as he leans down and places feather-soft kisses up to my breasts. He kneads them as he settles between my legs.

“Did you breastfeed our son?”

I look down at him, shocked by his question.

“Juliana, I want to know everything I missed about you, about him. Please answer my question.”

I nod and whisper, “Of course I did.”

He kisses my breast softly and licks across my nipples. “Thank you.”

Garrett doesn’t fuck me. He makes love to me. I see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch. He brings me to orgasm deliciously slow.

“Love me, baby,” he whispers the plea as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. “Love me.”

Lying on my side, he pulls me against him. “Don’t leave when I fall asleep.”

“Garrett...” I begin.

“Three hours. I’ll set my alarm for three hours. You can go curl up in bed with our son, and I’ll take the couch. We can make breakfast together. You, and me, and Brand. We can go get dirt together.” He kisses the back of my head. “You.” Another kiss. “Me.” Another. “And Brandon.” And another.

I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight.

“The truck, that’s mine. The SUV, that’s yours.”

“No,” I say, looking up at him.

He leans in and catches my earlobe in his teeth. “Yes. It’s in your name, too, so stop fucking arguing.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Why the hell you don’t want a vehicle is beyond me.”

I roll over and look at him. “It’s a big responsibility. What if I hurt someone? What if—”

He presses his finger to my lips. “What if you need to get Brandon to the hospital? What if you just want to go to the store? What if”—he smiles—”you want Ben and Jerry’s at midnight?”

I sigh.

“You need one. Didn’t expect this to happen so easily. I was ready to spend months fighting for you. Glad I didn’t have to. Now I know love—grownup love—can. The vehicle, I was gonna let you take it if you left so that when you woke up in the middle of the night, missing me, you could just come back to me. And Juliana, I would be here, making us a home.”

I lean my forehead against his chest and try to gain the courage to tell him. I plan to leave, but I can’t. I just can’t.

“In three hours, I’m gonna wake up hard and hungry. I get to have you both ways before heading up, Juliana. Sleep, baby, sleep.”

I roll over and push back against his incredibly muscular body and tighten his arms around me. I loved his arms then, and now...God how they have changed. I rub my hands up and down the hard muscles and soft skin.

“Missed holding you,” he says on a yawn. “Don’t wanna ever miss you again.”