Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Just… don’t stop,” I managed to whisper, feeling an unexplainable fear of losing this connection we’d found. I shouldn’t have worried, though. Hadn’t Falcon proven time and time again how much he cared about me? Maybe I hadn’t seen it at first, but even when he’d had to confront his past, he had never wavered in his commitment to me. I could see that now. Sure, finding out Joilyn was still alive had thrown him, but wouldn’t it anybody? He’d never made me feel like he regretted being with me. He’d only ever made me feel loved. Cared for. Like I mattered.
With a sharp cry, I came, sweat erupting over my body as I clung to Falcon.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.” His voice was hoarse, and he trembled just as much as I did. His cock pulsed hard inside me and I realized he’d come with me.
We clung together for a long while. Falcon collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the mattress. I loved his weight. I loved how much bigger he was than me. I just loved Falcon.
I wanted to drift off into a sated sleep, but I had questions I needed answered.
“Falcon?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“What happens next?”
He shifted, turning his face into my neck and sucking gently on the skin he found there. “We sleep for a while. Make love again before going back to sleep. Then, tomorrow, we go home. Then hopefully repeat the making love part. Several times.”
“Falcon…”
He chuckled. “I’m only partially kidding. The truth is, I’m not really sure. For us, we’re going home. I mean, assuming you want to come back home with me to Grim Road. Right?”
“Where else would I go? I want to be wherever you are. But what about Joilyn? She needs a place to stay. I heard part of what you guys were talking about in the yard. You don’t know if you can trust Joilyn. But what happens if the people she works for didn’t want her to survive? Won’t she be in danger?”
Falcon let out a slow breath. He took his time answering. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was choosing his words or if he wasn’t sure how to answer. “I don’t know. Honestly, though? Yeah. I think she’s in danger. Maybe not right away, but at some point she’ll start to think for herself. When she does, she’s going to be more trouble than she’s worth to them.”
“So, you’re saying she might dodge a bullet now, but more will follow.”
“Yeah.” We lay in silence for a while, and I had very nearly dozed off this time. “I feel sorry for Joilyn, Gina. Not like I pity her or anything. I’m angry she let them talk her into joining the CIA, and I’m angry she either didn’t think through all the ways their arrangement could go wrong or did and still went along with them. I feel bad for her, but she created this situation herself. The second they said anything about faking her death, she should have run in the other direction.”
“Sounds like maybe she should have run long before that.”
“She wanted to serve her country like me and Rattler. I can respect that, even if I wouldn’t have wanted that life for her. I can’t be sorry she chose to serve her country. I know how the agency works. They’re experts at recruiting the right people for the right job. They obviously saw something in Joilyn they knew they could use. And they were right.” He nuzzled my cheek and neck, the coarse hair of his beard tickling slightly. “Joilyn wants to be where she is, I think. Sure, she misses me and Rattler, but she’s all about the job. Whether she’ll grow to understand the politics and intrigues of the agency is something we’ll just have to wait and see.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Now, that’s an easy question, baby. I’m gonna take you home and do all that stuff I mentioned before. Hopefully all day every day for a long time.”
I smiled. “You know what? That sounds just about perfect.”